{"id":43515,"date":"2024-08-28T05:29:50","date_gmt":"2024-08-28T03:29:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=43515"},"modified":"2026-02-14T06:50:37","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T05:50:37","slug":"the-mystery-of-marjorie-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/the-mystery-of-marjorie-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mystery of Marjorie – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

Marjorie was the sweetest girl in the office\u2014maybe in the world. She always had a bright, white smile and never had a bad day. In the morning, she would say to everyone, \u201cIt\u2019s a awesome day to be alive, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her coworkers said she was too sweet. They avoided passing by her desk most of the morning and into the afternoon. They found her survivable only between noon and one o\u2019clock when she was out for lunch. Some people who sat near her cubicle got depressed from her cheerfulness. It made them grumpier, especially on sunny days.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like her demeanor, Marjorie\u2019s cubicle was happy. She had a coffee mug that read \u201cIt\u2019s a great day to have a great day.\u201d She also had a peace lily that she watered on Tuesdays and Fridays. Her cubicle was neat and organized. Pink and florescent green Post-It notes were stuck to the bottom of her computer monitor with reminders of appointments and to-dos written in the sweeping cursive handwriting of a woman born to be a third-grade schoolteacher.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her curly, brown hair was raised in a bushy ponytail, held in place by a pink Scrunchie. She wore simple bowed loafers or, once in a while, chunky heels that matched her conservative outfits. Under her business jackets were darling blouses of red, pink and, on cloudy days, a summery yellow.<\/span><\/p>\n

During business calls and in-person meetings when everyone else was quiet, she would respond to lighthearted comments with a soft giggle and acknowledgements, as if filling in for empty time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then there was one meeting in which Marjorie confounded Paul. She offhandedly mentioned that, at a party, she met a principal associate at a competing firm. Paul wasn\u2019t so much surprised about who she met but that she had actually gone to a party. He thought of her as a girl who would go home after work and read a classic novel\u2014Pride And Prejudice or Jane Eyre, for instance\u2014or play Mozart on the piano until her early bedtime.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul could not imagine her going to a party and staying out late. To him, she gave off the vibe of being a virgin\u2014sweet and sparkly. But not a virgin begging to be deflowered, so to say, but one who would drawback at the sight of a penis, as if it was a gross snake. More so, she may be one who would not succumb to trivialities and quickies offered by the snake. Paul had even wondered if she had ever kissed a boy. Kissing a girl was absurd. Was sex even a consideration of hers?<\/span><\/p>\n

The party and his assumptions confused him about her. He was so caught up with the party comment though, that, late in the afternoon, he visited her cubicle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d Paul said, walking up.<\/span><\/p>\n

She sat upright in her ergonomic office chair and smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood afternoon! How\u2019s your day been?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine. I was in the meeting earlier this morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I saw you. I like your tie. It complements the suit jacket and slacks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d He lifted his tie to look at the design she had noticed. \u201cYou mentioned you met a guy from a competing firm. I wondered\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her smile washed away, and her face turned pale. \u201cI\u2019m not thinking of leaving our company. I like it. I really do. The people here are wonderful.\u201d Her smile reappeared, although her forehead was creased in a hint of confusion. \u201cMeeting him was only a happenstance. I\u2019m not sure, really, that he even recognized me. I mean who would.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not assuming any of that. Don\u2019t worry,\u201d Paul reassured. He leaned on the wing panel of her cubicle. \u201cI just wondered where the party was and how you got invited \u2026 I mean \u2026 That sounded so bad \u2026 I just wondered if you knew someone who was at the get-together and invited you. I just wondered about you and the party. Boy, I sound so stupid.\u201d He scratched his head and looked at the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

She gave a happy giggle. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Paul. I just have a friend from college who was looking for someone to go with. She called me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did you graduate?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFive years ago.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019ve known her for a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d Her answer now was tainted with more confusion about his line of questioning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI feel like I\u2019m prying. I\u2019ll let you get back to work.\u201d He turned to leave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo need to say sorry. It\u2019s all right.\u201d She wheeled her chair to the side and placed her forearm on her desk next to the keyboard. She crossed her ankles, keeping her knees together.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next question basically fell out of Paul\u2019s mouth. \u201cYou go to a lot of parties?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot really. I\u2019m more of a homebody. I enjoy a number of shows on Hulu, so they keep me on the couch. I go out when I think I\u2019ll have fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul ran his fingers through his dark hair. He opened his mouth to say something but opted against it. Instead, he ended this conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice talking to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGreat talking to you too, Paul. Hope you have a fabulous rest of the day!\u201d Then she turned back to her computer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul heard her fingers clacking on the keyboard as he walked away.<\/span><\/p>\n

He could not shed the idea of Marjorie and parties. They were like oil and vinegar. The two wouldn\u2019t go together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that day, Paul\u2019s phone pinged with a text message from a friend, Jared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dude! Strange link came to my phone. Goes to sex toy party. Meant for my gf. So hot.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Gonna go?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Did. Was virtual. Made up a profile, sneaked in!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

WTF!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Check this out.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

An image appeared on Paul’s phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although blurry, obviously a dark-haired woman was sitting on the edge of a cream couch. Her legs were open, and eyes closed. Her fingers daintily held the end of a smooth pink device in her with a small stimulator made to hit her clit. The woman was certainly enjoying herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jared sent another text.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was like a virtual sales thing. Remember Tupperware parties that your mom would go to?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t mention her in this conversation!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Got short video. NSFW.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Will watch later.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Paul scanned the image again, salivating over the picture of the woman and her joy. He hadn\u2019t been with a woman in a while. Then something triggered his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

He enlarged the image to focus on it in greater detail. Up close to his nose and then at arm\u2019s length.<\/span><\/p>\n

He put down the phone as if it was burning hot. \u201cNo way. It can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He left his phone on his desk. His heart beat quicker, and he had to ease his breathing. He strolled through the maze of cubicles on the open office floor to cool his mind. He passed by Marjorie\u2019s cubicle a little slower.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Marjorie. Day going well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She set down her pen. \u201cIt’s better than well. Very good and productive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMust have had a good time last night. That is, if you\u2019re doing this good today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She smiled, although looking somewhat confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did have a nice evening. Relaxing, yes, mm-hmm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul nodded in a sudden awkwardness. \u201cWell \u2026 I\u2019ll let you get to work again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, and stop by anytime.\u201d She gave a quick wave and turned to the wide computer monitor. Her fingers began clacking on the keyboard once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

At his desk, Paul compared the image on his phone to the woman on the other side of the office.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were extremely similar if nothing else. But Marjorie playing with intimate toys? It was too odd. Tupperware would be better suited for who she was. The plastic containers are conservative and bland with the patented burp.<\/span><\/p>\n

It came time to leave for home, and, even though it was the longer way to the elevator, Paul passed by Marjorie\u2019s desk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave a good evening, Marjorie,\u201d he called.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But then she waved to get his attention. \u201cWait, Paul! Let me finish this email. I’ll come with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome with me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She laughed at his reply. \u201cYou’re the only Paul I know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marjorie scrambled to send the email and pack up a few things.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul watched her move. Could those hands be the ones in that image on his phone?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll be just a minute,\u201d she assured him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo worries. Take your time. Unless you’ve got something to do tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul leaned on the chest-high cubicle wall like he had earlier. He waited, still wondering if she was that woman. But it was too farfetched\u2014the whole thing\u2014so he forced himself to write off the notion, setting aside any conspiracy theory. This was only merry Marjorie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have any appointments tonight, do you?\u201d he asked after the lingering silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot really. Just calling some friends in a few hours.\u201d She slid a laptop into her red, leather carryall with a glimmering Michael Kors charm dangling from a strap. They walked to the elevator.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike a party call?\u201d He spoke before thinking.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething sort of like that.\u201d She hoisted the bag on her shoulder. \u201cMore fun though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMore fun. What kind of fun?\u201d Paul could have punched himself for misspeaking again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGirls like to talk. Chatting is always a party.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess that\u2019s true from what I hear. My mother would host Tupperware parties when I was a kid. All her friends were so talkative. I don\u2019t know how she sold anything at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSales is showing how a product improves life.\u201d Marjorie pressed the down button at the elevator. \u201cYour mom probably had an underlying approach even while laughing and chatting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo they have those sorts of parties nowadays? I mean, if I had something to sell on the side\u2014\u201d Paul stopped. \u201cNever mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul and Marjorie watched the floor numbers drop until their floor number appeared. The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. He let her on first.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the small cube, they were alone. He liked her sweet scent of flowers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am going to crash tonight when I get home. I need some relaxation,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet some rest to be ready to go hard tomorrow. I get the feeling it will be a great day.\u201d She nudged his arm with her elbow. It was the first time she had touched him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMarjorie, how do you make everyday a great day?\u201d Paul asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI choose to, and I have some pick-me-ups that help too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Paul was about to respond.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd, no, Paul, I\u2019m not taking drugs.\u201d She switched the bag to her other shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul laughed and the elevator pinged.<\/span><\/p>\n

They said their goodbyes in the echo of the parking garage. He forced himself to go to his car, although he glanced back to her. She had nice legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was it her? The mystery returned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately, in his car, he clicked the link to the video that Jared had sent.<\/span><\/p>\n

The video was a waste. The woman was too blurry to see. She spoke too softly or Jared thought he was recording a hot video, with his phone, of a virtual meeting on a computer screen. He probably recorded it from an Android phone.<\/span><\/p>\n

He texted Jared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Video was no good. Blurry. Next meeting time? Can I get in?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

His phone pinged. There was an oddly long link.<\/span><\/p>\n

Meeting at 7<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Paul was determined to solve the mystery of Marjorie. He sped from the parking garage, revving his engine as if releasing his pent-up horniness. The roar echoed throughout the cramped garage.<\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as he got home, he changed into athletic shorts and a T-shirt. He followed Jared\u2019s link.\u00a0 He registered for the event. He noted to the host that he would not have video on or say anything due to privacy needs at home. The host was fine with it, saying it was normal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before 7, Paul was at his computer, bouncing his knee in nervousness. A few times, he had to stand and walk from the computer to the kitchen to the living room and back to the computer simply to expend this boiling energy.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t sign into the meeting too soon. He planned to be maybe two or three minutes late.<\/span><\/p>\n

Time seemed to move frustratingly slow. He was too excited about his theory. Was Marjorie more than a good girl?<\/span><\/p>\n

At 6:59, he could wait no longer. He signed into the meeting. Paul was online as Paula. He was on mute and with his screen black.<\/span><\/p>\n

Already, there were four other women in the meeting. One blonde named Lacy. Maria, a Latina woman. Shelly and Anna were on one camera. The four of them talked and laughed. It was obvious that they knew each other, and nothing would be awkward between the four. Soon, a heavy-set woman named Evelin arrived too.<\/span><\/p>\n

However, the hostess\u2019s camera was black.<\/span><\/p>\n

A quick chime and Cynthia, Jared’s girlfriend, appeared. Paul wondered if he might see her excited. Hot, although Jared would not like it. However, this wasn\u2019t about Cynthia. She was cute, but Paul was focused instead on one thing: The hostess.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood evening, we\u2019ll get started in a moment. I’m getting my camera reset. Damn thing,\u201d the hostess said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cursing? Paul was ready to wipe out his theory.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhile I work out this camera thingy, let me get started,\u201d the hostess said. \u201cFrom the inquiries received from you, you all are interested in vibrators and anal beads and subtle toys. All of them are available. I\u2019ve emailed you a catalog. Everyone received the free sonar clitoral stimulator that I sent. Paula, I’ll put it in the mail tomorrow. You’ll love it, trust me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The ladies clapped, and Shelly hooted and flung her arms around Anna\u2019s shoulders. They all said how much they liked their gifted toy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow ladies,\u201d the woman said, \u201cthese toys are not just your playthings. They make you sleep better and take you places that men rarely take us to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, hey, I believe that,\u201d Lacy said, raising her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone laughed. Paul was too crazed to react.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot that they can\u2019t, but\u2026\u201d the hostess said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy man snores too much. I don\u2019t get much quiet time,\u201d Maria said.<\/span><\/p>\n

The ladies talked about their issues in bed. This was like the Tupperware parties at his house when he was a kid and had to stay out of sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd some of you,\u201d the hostess continued, \u201cmay be too shy to even do it in front of anyone, so I have some toys just for you. Someone next to you in bed wouldn\u2019t know it, unless you make the noise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am not nervous. I love it when people watch me,\u201d Eveline interjected, with a big grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly the hostess appeared on camera.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly shit!\u201d Paul shouted. \u201cMarjorie, it’s you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She was happy as ever, but her hair was down. No Scrunchie. Before her there was a table filled with toys of all colors and sizes and shapes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul pulled out his hard dick and stroked. His mind was twirling so fast that he heard very little that was said. He was astounded instead by the video. Mouth agape, he watched as Marjorie held up toy after toy. He recalled the name Siri and terms like sound-activated and waterproof and something about an enigma. He was on a different plane watching Marjorie.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had to slow down his stroking simply to last. He hoped Marjorie would shed her clothes, maybe try out a toy.<\/span><\/p>\n

That’s when she said it was these toys and deciding to have a good attitude that made the workweek speed by. She said it was her secret formula.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"sex<\/a><\/p>\n

She then pulled out a unique dark cylinder about six inches long.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis may not be specifically for us,\u201d Marjorie said, waving it in the air, \u201cbut we need to think about our men once in a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Marjorie shocked Paul. \u201cI like to watch men use this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul choked and struggled to breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen he shoves his dick into this and he feels like he’s getting head, it turns me on. My god, does it ever! I could watch him all day. Their peak is so good.\u201d She waved her hand in front of her face as if having a rush of heat. \u201cI think it may be a unique fetish. I don\u2019t know though. Don\u2019t hold it against me. I always have to catch my breath when I watch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d Maria said. \u201cGirl, you still here? You going somewhere else.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry.\u201d Marjorie took a deep breath. \u201cIt gets me. This is not a sales trick either. It\u2019s been that way for years. Watching men\u2014my goodness, so hot. Then giving them instructions on how I want it done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The ladies chatted about Marjorie\u2019s fetish and the usefulness of the male masturbator.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marjorie corralled the conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is my favorite part,\u201d she said. \u201cDoes anyone mind if I show off?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease do. We like to watch, right, ladies?\u201d Anna said. \u201cRemember Candy Land?\u201d The four ladies cheered. Eveline smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

On her camera, Marjorie stood. Her shoulders and upward left the screen. She shuffled down her pants, rocking her hips side to side. When they fell, she was in a tiny pair of pink panties.<\/span><\/p>\n

Paul was crazed. He stopped his hand. He had to. He was only a few strokes away and wanted to hold out as long as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Marjorie. Get going,\u201d he grumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then her panties came off. She had a clean-shaven pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

She settled on the edge of the cream couch and opened her legs wide. She grabbed a smooth, pink rabbit vibrator. In a couple of seconds, she was moaning and wincing. Her eyes were closed, and her head was looking upward. Her back was arched.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few strokes and Paul was done. He exploded with a great heave.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was left with a gooey hand and a mystery solved. He purchased the male masturbator.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is for you, Marjorie,\u201d he said, when he bought it, although he made sure he was still on mute.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the office the next morning, he walked by Marjorie\u2019s cubicle. He was smiling brightly and was happy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Marjorie! It’s a great day to have a great day, isn’t it?\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know it is!\u201d She waved back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that day, Marjorie stopped at his messy cubicle with a wilting plant.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou doing all right?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just had a great night. I’m ready to handle anything and everything. I decided to have a great day,\u201d Paul said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marjorie grinned. \u201cI love to see that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think you’ll see it more now,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope to.\u201d She waved and turned to leave. But she stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have time right now, but I\u2019d like to know what happened last night that impacted you so much.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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