Afternoon at the large conference table, dipping silent words in our Chinese teas and savoring the calm of the lab, soothed by a faint typing sound on a distant keyboard. A mere hour ago I was teasing her in front of an oblivious crowd at the tea party, reminding her about the large puddle she’d left on the very same table after I fucked her on it the night before at midnight. I gave her a quizzical look and inquired:
<<Don’t you think this table still looks kinda wet?>>
Someone heard and diligently inspected it, much to her embarrassment. Delighted, I welcomed the realization that a big part of my enjoyment in possessing her in our lab was not in the risk of being caught, but rather in the anticipation of seeing her blush in front of our unaware colleagues the next day.