The office door clicks shut, leaving Jasmine alone with her thoughts and her desires. She leans back in her chair, the smooth fabric of her skirt riding up her thighs, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs. She runs a hand along her inner thigh, feeling the smooth nylon, imagining her lover's touch. Her breathing deepens, her pulse quickens, as she loses herself in her fantasy, her body aching for release.