Natalie rose from the cushions almost as suddenly as she had sat down. The demanding tingle up between her legs refused to be quieted, tormenting her with its fiery, unfulfilled insistence. Oh, Lord, dear God, she groaned silently. I'll never be able to stand this… She paced the living room of the staff cabin nervously, glancing every so often at the intercom switchboard that had so rudely interrupted her quest for orgasmic release. Her inner thighs seemed to be burning as she rubbed them nakedly together when she walked. She could feel the crotch-band of her panties soaking warmly with her still-oozing lubricating fluids as her whole belly ached with need.

Finally, in desperation the beautiful young brunette headed urgently toward her bedroom, plopping herself down across the double bed that she and her husband shared at Weatherly-Brooks Camp. Her hands flew up to the tips of her thrusting breasts, tweaking them gently through the stiff material of her camp blouse. She began to unbutton the uniform with one hand while the other crept down to the crotch of the short-shorts, rubbing sensuously over the rise of her pubic mound. It was something she had been trying to avoid during the whole three months of Mark's and her problem, but it was something she could no longer prevent. She had to have satisfaction.