Still frustrated.

You curl up, purring in the afterglow of orgasm, rubbing the vibrator over your swollen labia to savour the last quivers of pleasure. The pounding noise from next room has stopped, and you can no longer hear Jenna's voice yelping in carnal pleasure. Your mind drifts to the thoughts of curling up next to a man who just fucked you, knowing that soon he will want you again, knowing that you eagerly await his command.

With a little sigh of frustration you put your vibrator away, sitting up on your bed and telling yourself that you have to get back to work. You sit back at your desk and try to concentrate, but the images of being fucked won't leave your mind. You imagine Jenna and Alan lazing on their bed, drowsily playing with each other, readying themselves for another round, imagining that it's your body that lies there, your pussy that's dripping a load of hot seed, your..... Oh for fucks sake Lisa, get hold of yourself! you scold.

Maybe a shower would help, you think. As cold as you can stand it to quench the lust in your body, drive the salacious images from your mind.

With that thought your grab a towel and open your door to head for the bathroom.