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As luck would have it, Jennifer couldn’t find the woman in the black and red heels anywhere. She wandered around the office making up excuses to talk to her co-workers, always on the look out.
Jennifer went home that evening, frustrated and no closer to finding the identity of her masturbation partner.
The rest of the week was much the same. She did her work and climbed the stairs at lunch. She even checked the bathroom every day, but came up empty.
Jennifer couldn’t explain why she was so obsessed with discovering who this woman was.
Friday afternoon, Jennifer had to leave early to meet a group of investors, interested in one of the firm’s properties. She grabbed her purse, laptop and coat and headed for the elevator. As she waited, she stared absently at her reflection in the shiny elevator doors and hummed a song she’d had stuck in her head the past few days.
When elevator arrived, the doors slid open and Jennifer waited while three people got off on her floor. Not paying them much attention as they exited, she stepped on. As she turned to press the button for the lobby her eyes glanced down to discover black and red heels on the last passenger.
‘*It’s her*!’ Jennifer thought excitedly.
Quickly looking up, the only thing she saw before the doors closed, was long red hair. It wasn’t that bright dyed red, simply beautiful, natural red hair. Jennifer punched the open button frantically, but the car was already heading toward the ground.
At least she had something other than shoes to help in the search now.
‘*How many redheads can there be*?’ she thought.
As the elevator doors opened and Jennifer stepped into the lobby, she smiled and whispered, “Soon.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xlu2v8/the_desire_a_jennifer_stokes_story_ch2