Chapter 366 The Blue Panties & Pussy:>Ep4

• Ultimately I concluded that notwithstanding the moral ambiguity of the whole event, my twisted libido really wanted more of the same. Okay, okay, maybe there was nothing ambiguous about it from a moral perspective, but I really wanted to see more of Sheila's sexual acrobatics, and I convinced myself that she probably wanted to show me more. If a voyeur is watching an exhibitionist, that is no harm, no foul for both parties, I told myself in a masterpiece of rationalization of my sketchy conduct.
• By the time I returned home, I had come up with a plan. I concluded that I couldn't simply catch Sheila at the water cooler and ask her to meet me in the park for another mutual masturbation session. That would be too much of a concession to her of how sexy I thought she was. She had enough power over me as my boss' secretary. An admission that I wanted to watch her cum again would give her even more power. I had to do this in a way that created at least a plausible argument she wanted it as much as I did. It would be even better if she proposed a tryst in the park, but I was too horny to just sit around and wait for her to make the next move. So I had developed a plan that I hoped would have the necessary ambiguity.
• The day after I returned to the office I slipped the cum stained blue panties into an interoffice mail envelope addressed to Sheila, omitting any return address. I dropped a note into the envelope written with words in varying type faces cut from a magazine (like a ransom note I thought), sealed the envelope, and dropped it in the interoffice mail after liberally applying confidential stickers to the envelope. This was not a piece of mail that I wanted to see go astray. The note said, "Same time, same place, this Thursday." My theory was that if she confronted me with the panties, I could deny having sent them to her, because there was nothing in or on the envelope that tied it to me. (Okay, my logic was flaky since she knew I had the panties and they were covered with my cum, but, what the hell, it was the best I could come up with after two or three scotches on the plane back to town the night before). I really wanted to watch her masturbate again so I had to come up with something. That wasn't all I wanted to do, but I focused on her conduct and did my best to ignore what I knew I would be doing as I watched her.