the next morning

Suzanna was late the next morning, but this time it didn’t really seem to bother her. She had spent the necessary time to brush and style her new red hair into perfect tresses. On her way home she had picked up some hair dye. The color was labeled “Cherry Poppin’ ” and that had caused her to break out into a fit of giggles, much like her earlier encounter with the ‘in-box.’

She had sat in the tub relaxing as the new color set. Her hands constantly moving, restless to the core. First her nipple begged for attention, than her juicy clit. She just couldn’t seem to make her whole body satisfied. She had achieved two low level orgasms just relaxing in the tub, waiting on her hair.

After washing out the dye (a process that was made much longer by the feeling of hot water rushing across her breasts) she sat on her toilet and grabbed her moisturizer. Before applying any of cream, Suzanna had to do a double take. Her skin was immaculate. All the blemishes and unevenness that she had dealt with for over ten years seemed to have disappeared. She put the lotion back and decided she didn’t need it. And when was it that I remembered to shave?

As Suzanna sat in her office chair, twirling a lock of red hair, she felt her eye lids droop. She still hadn’t got a good night sleep. She had went to bed early after nearly tiring herself out with all the orgasms she had. Her dreams were erotic and they caused her to thrash about the bed. She kicked comforters and sheets to the floor and rode pillows like imaginary, endowed strangers. There was so much cock, cum and fun that Suzanna was always irritated when she woke before seeing how her imaginary orgies finished.

When she woke to chirping of the seasonal birds outside her apartment window, she knew she was already late. She was made later by the fact that instead of being able to throw on just anything and hit the door, none of Suzanna’s wardrobe seemed to fit right. Her bra seemed tight, but she delighted in the effect of her boobs reaching high over their demi-cup confinements. It gave her cleavage, enough that the boys would notice. She had grabbed her lowest necked shirt and put it on, the effect was awesome. Her pants also had felt tighter than usual. She had a particular hard time pulling it over her rear end.

Somehow without the aid of pliers, she stuffed her butt into the jeans and put on a pair of heels.

She combed, blow dried and styled her hair, all the while admiring the new person she saw in the mirror. At last, she looked…sexy…enough to go to work.

Suzanna had managed to stay awake at her desk by opening up multiple web browsers. One had a catalogue of pink, red and black shoes, all heels of course. Another had clips of pornography from a free hosting site that she didn’t know how she had known the url. Her fascination today was mainly girls swapping enormous cumshots between their bee-stung lips and letting the spermy spend drip onto gigantic tits.

Strangely enough, the third browser window was a small local boutique’s website. The boutique sold maternal wear exclusively.

Suzanna tried to keep her eyes jumping from one window to the next, but eventually it just made her tired. Just as her head was about to smack into the keyboard in front of her, she remembered her savior. The energy drink stuff from the guy downstairs!

The absent minded middle-manager forgot to close her computer down as she sped off for the elevator. She left all three non-work related windows on her screen, large enough that her boss, Mr. James Stevenson, noticed them as he walked by.

Suzanna bolted through those familiar glass doors like a panicked person escaping a fire. She stole glances in all directions and finally spied her favorite vendor. She ran off towards his van, nearly breaking both of her shoe’s heels in the process. She arrived in front of the window, stopped, put her hands on her thighs, doubled over and breathed hard, long runner’s breaths. “Gimme….one….those…energy drinks,” she said between gasps for air.

The overly suntanned man peeked out the window. When he spotted Suzanna, he was so shocked that he dropped to the floor under the window. This never happened before. He peered just over the sliding window’s ledge. The man saw a woman, twitching in place like she was in line for a stall in a restroom. Her hair was a bright red, much different than the dishwater brown it had been yesterday. Her breasts looked a slight bit bigger.

The nipples were definitely more pronounced. The salesman mustered up his courage and walked out the back doors of the van. He met her with one of the tiny drinks in his hand.

“It’ll be $20 this time.” He snorted. It was mostly false bravado, inside the man was terrified at what he would have to tell the drink’s creator.

“Sure…sure. No problem.” Suzanna tried to wedge her fingers into the butt pocket of her jeans. Her posterior would not make enough room for her to get her fingers into the pocket and fish out the bill. She rotated to the man, “Maybe, you could get it out for me?”

The overweight male stared at Suzanna’s pert butt. It was definitely much better looking than the first day he laid eyes on it. It was fuller, rounder; it stood taller. He held out a shaking hand and slowly approached her ass. When his calloused hands made contact with her jeans, Suzanna cooed audibly. The man almost took his hand back in fear. Instead he quick motion and shoved two of his round fingers into the pocket.

With the new stimulation of his fingers rubbing against her rear, Suzanna juiced between her thighs instantly. She fought hard to keep her knees from buckling from the erotic thrill that coursed through her spine.

“Can I g…g…go now?” Suzanna pleaded with the man.

“Um, sure thang, Miss,” the man replied.

Suzanna made a beeline to the glass doors and the salesman reached quickly for his cell phone. The creator would need to be informed.