And as you can see here, contributions from our 15 major donors have dwindled over the course of the last five fiscal years

Bette rubbed her eyes with an inaudible sigh; they had that irritatingly itchy feeling that seems to just intensify the more you scratch and scrape at them. It was almost lunch time, but her day had just begun. There would be meetings galore that would keep her at work until well past dinner time. She strained her eyes to focus on the screen with all the confusing charts and graphs one of the accountants was explaining, furrowing her brow more for the effect than for any genuine interest. Her phone began to buzz away in her lap, and she discreetly dropped her gaze to see who was calling. It was Tina with what appeared to be a text message. Bette swore she looked every bit the part of the sneaky grade school deviant trying to slip a note to her friend as she adjusted herself in her seat. After looking this way and that, she cupped the iridescent glow of her cell phone in her hands under the conference table and read Tinas message:

Sunbathing by poolwhere R U? ;)

Bette clenched her jaw to suppress a bitter smile. Shed been whining all morning and the previous evening about how busy this day was going to be, and instead of being a comfort, Tina had decided to rub in the fact that she, in contrast, had the entire day off. Turning her attention back to the presentation, Bette squeezed the phone in her fist, trying to simultaneously follow what the speaker was saying and think of a witty retort to Tinas jibe. But her vision soon began to blur as he mind wandered instead to thoughts of being by her pristine pool, soaking up the days sunshine which she was being deprived of in the stuffy conference room. She imagined herself lying right on the edge, dipping her fingers into the cool water, feeling the hot California sun baking her cocoa butter lathered skin. Shed turn her head to the side, and thered Tina be, reading on a chaise lounge with one leg bent at the knee. Shed look up at Bette, smile sweetly with squinting eyes, and maybe even offer her a playful wink before focusing back on her book.

Almost imperceptibly, the sounds of the projector whirring, the accountants monotone drawl, paper and fabric rustling all slowly died away. Bette was all alone with only her now racing thoughts

I dont want her to know Im here, so I slowly slip in the key and turn the lock without making a sound. Its only once Im safely and undetectably inside the door that I realize Im holding my breath. Slip off my shoes, drop the bags on the couch, take off my jacketwait, noIm going to keep it on. I tiptoe into the kitchen, making sure Im well concealed in case shes out by the pool. Shes not. I redirect my steps down the hallway, toward the bedroom because I dont here any sounds coming from the bathroom. I take a deep breath and hold it, slowly inching my head around the door frame. The breath is slowly forced out of my lungs at the sight of her. Shes bent over at the waist, rummaging through the dresser and completely nude. Im mesmerized by the flexing muscles of her back and shoulders as she paws throughout the drawer looking for, what Im guessing is her favorite bikini set: the one that I have jokingly (but seriously) forbidden her to ever wear outside this house. She stands up straight, resting her hands on her hips with an exasperated sigh. And I decide to make my move.

Before she has a chance to turn around in reaction to the hurried footsteps she hears, my arms are around her waist and my lips are teasing her right ear. I splay my chilly hands against the flushed skin of her tummy, squeezing and scratching, eliciting little moans and whimpers with ever sensual tactic. Lowering one hand, I slide my fingers around her *****, and I feel it pulse against my touch. I muffle my groans into her gilded hair, pushing her into the dresser as my hand begins a tortuously slow rhythm.

Bette

When she says my name like that, sighing like that, breathless, I feel like Im melting, dissolving right into her labored breaths. All of a sudden I cant get enough of her and my lips hungrily seek every inch of skin to suck and kiss and lick. I start at her shoulders, working my way across to her neck where I sink my teeth in a little more forcefully than usual. She grunts at the sensation as her hands caress up and down my forearms which hold her captive. I nibble and nip upward toward her ear, and as I lick and lap at the perfectly sculpted shell, I seize the engorged flesh of her ***** between my fingertips, pinching it like I would one of her nipples. Before she collapses, I turn her around and sear her lips with my mouth. She shimmies onto the top of the dresser, eagerly losing her fingers in my hair as my tongue finds one then another rose-colored nipple. I circle each one, suckling slowly afterward. And she writhes in my embrace, panting and moaning with every touch.

As I smooth my hand from her thigh back to her now soaking wetness, she pulls my head up so that we are face to face. I push my tongue into her mouth at the same time my fingers slide inside her body. She hooks her legs around my hips, rocking her body into my hand while our tongues continue to wrestle back and forth within our mouths. The feeling of her hardened nipples rubbing my chest through my blouse is delicious. Her calves scrape against the back of my thighs and my ***** still clad in my pinstripe trousers. Her arousal, her essence begins to trickle down my hand, soaking into the cuff of my jacket and still we have scarcely come up for air. Our feverish kiss is only broken once shes nearing the edge. I tighten my grip, holding her close to me and kissing the side of her face as she moans and cries out to me with every thrust.

Babybabybabyfuckfuckbabyuhah!

She hides her face into the curve of my neck, stifling her final cries of pleasure as her body jerks and shivers with her *****. I stroke her sweaty back, slowing my hand as her core pulses around my fingers. As soon as I feel the last wave subside, I pick up the pace again, feeling her tense in my arms. She turns her head to meet my eyes with her hers, which are glazed over with lust. A lopsided grin slowly spreads across her lips as her hips once again meet the rhythm of my hand

Bette suddenly found herself squinting against the harshness of the fluorescent lights. The meeting apparently had been adjourned. Bette swallowed hard, glancing quickly into the mirrored surface of the glass table to check that the arousal which was pulsing between her legs wasnt evident in her face. She gathered her things and quickly began making her way back to her office. She stopped at her assistants desk to pick up her mail and place an order for lunch. Why do you want to eat here? he asked with a perplexed expression. Bette cocked an eyebrow, What do you mean?

Wellthe rest of the meetings were cancelled because Mr. Gandolfs flight was delayed, right?

Ohright, Bette nervously creased the edges of the envelopes she was holding, trying desperately to remember anything about the last 40 minutes of the 45-minute meeting.

Dont worry, I think pretty much everyone spaced out like you did in there, the assistant comforted with a warm grin.

Bette chuckled uncomfortably and with a quick nod ducked into her office. She collapsed into her chair, suddenly feeling extremely drained. She laughed dryly thinking that it was no wonder given the workout shed gone through in her mind. A second later it dawned on her that she was serendipitously free for the rest of the day; free to leave early; free to go home; free to