by A B Turner
‘I’ve been thinking about you, are you at work?’
I shifted in my chair, I glanced around the empty office, there was something gloriously ‘naughty’ about writing when I should have been working, this feeling only added to the excitement of being with him.
‘Yes, I am and I am all alone in the office, I wish you were here to keep me company,’ I replied, slipping off my shoes before leaning back in my chair. I watched as I could see he was typing, even before I read the message, I found myself slipping my hand over my blouse and starting to undo the buttons, I didn’t really understand why, but there was just something about him which made me feel almost recklessly turned on.
‘I would like that, I bet you look very sexy in your work clothes.’
With hardly no pause, I quickly took a picture of myself, I hadn’t had the courage yet to send one to him mainly because I worried he might not like what he saw and I didn’t want to lose whatever this was between us. I looked at my photo, as always a hundred criticisms sprung to mind, my nose was too big, my eyes looked weird and so the list went on, so I took another and another. The screen flashed again, another message from Skylar,
‘Are you still there?’
I scanned the pictures again, the truth was obvious, I didn’t really like any of them but, again for some unknown reason, I wanted him to see me, so I answered,
‘Now you can see me and tell me what you think.’
Before those critical inner voices took hold, I clicked on one picture and sent it, as I waited for his response, I realised I was barely breathing. After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, I could see he was typing,
‘Please like me,’ I whispered, with more than a hint of anxiety, when I saw his response, a simple ‘Holy fuck’, I felt my whole body sigh with relief and the delicious tingling feeling of sexual anticipation take hold again.
‘Your shirt looks undone in your picture, do you always wear it like that?’ he asked.
‘Only for you.’
I relaxed back in my chair again, as I started to type about imagining him walking into the office to find me sitting on my desk, seeing him look at me as I undid the last few buttons of my shirt, not being able to shift my gaze from his eyes. I typed,
“Lock the door behind you.”
His message came back,
“While I do that, you sit on that desk.”
I felt myself smile as the fantasy took hold, I could feel my breathing quicken as I typed one-handed, which allowed the other to slide over the lace of my bra. But it wasn’t my hand it was his, feeling my nipples, imagining him gently licking them, forcing them to grow through the soft material. I sighed with pleasure as I felt the soft flesh pushing into my hand, my breasts felt round and full and almost aching to be touched. My thighs slowly parted, the over whelming desire to feel his hand on me was now too much, I typed again,
‘I want to feel you so much.’
‘Touching you, running my fingers over you.’
I imagined his hands pushing my skirt over my hips, exposing the white lace panties, my hand slid down my body until my fingers rested on them. I stroked the lace, I could feel myself quivering with every touch, the screen lit up again,
‘So wet.’
I could feel Skylar between my legs, his fingers playing with me, almost teasing me until I could take it no longer,
‘Please in me,’ was all I could type, as I plunged into myself, immediately smothered in the warm stickiness of my cum. I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to feel every last sensation, my breasts heaving, my breathing so quick and most of all, the intense pleasure of feeling my body giving in to the inevitable orgasmic tide. I pushed harder and harder, deeper and deeper, forcing myself through every possible emotional barrier which might stop me giving Skylar every single part of me. I glanced down at the phone, his message was,
‘Feel me all over you, touching you, feel my hands pulling you closer, pushing into you..feel you getting hotter and wetter.”
I couldn’t think of anything other than how I was losing every last ounce of control, he kept typing,
“I want your nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over you..”
I felt myself push harder against my hand, it wasn’t mine it was him..not just his hand..but his whole body seemed to be all over me, taking me and forcing me to release every last inhibition. I type back,
“Legs open so wide for you.”
“Holy fuck baby, so deep in you.”
I heard myself cry out,
“Oh God, can’t stop.”
My mind goes blank, no thoughts, no words, just lost in the tide of raw emotions, as it feels as if my whole body is about to explode. Before I have a chance to say or do anything else, I am knocked back by the sheer force of the surge of pleasure, sweeping me away from this desk, this office, to be wrapped around Skylar’s body.
After one last gasp, I slumped back into my chair, completely exhausted but feeling unbelievable,
‘Are you okay?’ I typed, still struggling to even focus, I waited for him to reply, after a few minutes, it appeared,
‘Fuck, so sorry, just couldn’t type, just too much.’
I smiled as I replied,
‘I know, can’t even see straight.’
For a moment, we were silent, I took the time to try and slow down my breathing and heart to something close to normality, before writing again,
‘I can’t wait to talk to you, fuck you’re something else.’
“You’re beautiful,” he answered simply, I shook my head as if he could see me,
‘No I’m not, but how you make me feel, that’s beautiful.’
I was about to write more when suddenly I heard a noise from outside the office, the others were obviously on their way back from the meeting. As I hurried to button my blouse, I quickly messaged Skylar again,
‘Oh crap, have to go, people on way.’
The noise was now distinct voices which meant they’d be here in minutes, I tossed my phone on to my desk and frantically tried to pull up my panties but somehow they were caught on something. I looked down, the lace had become entangled in the heels of my discarded shoes and despite my desperate pulling, showed no signs of becoming free. I looked up and heard one of the outside doors swinging open, there was no time, so with one hard tug, I ripped the panties off my shoes and threw them into a drawer. At that moment, the office door opened and what seemed like the entire staff walked into the room, I stared down at my desk, hoping to appear engrossed in my work, as I could feel my cheeks were still flushed and I didn’t want anyone to see me. Luckily, from the general chatter, they were all way too busy to really notice anything, so aside from a few passing greetings, it felt as if I was safe from too much scrutiny. After what felt like a few minutes, I looked up and saw my phone screen flashing, I picked it up as casually as I could manage, again with a view as to not arouse suspicion.
‘Are you dressed now?’ Skylar asked, I stifled a chuckle as I replied, I had everything on except my knickers as they had put up a fight and so were now in a drawer.
‘Just don’t forget they’re there...haha.’
I smiled and was about to answer when Kat landed on my desk,
‘So, everything alright sweetpea ?’ she asked, nodding towards my phone.
I slipped it back into my bag as I assured her everything was just fine, she leaned over and looked intently at my face,
“You look very flushed,” she put her hand on my forehead,
“Hmm, you’re hot too, I hope you’re not coming down with something.”
As she emphasised the word ‘coming’, despite myself, I felt my cheeks glowing, instantly picking up on my discomfort, she smiled knowingly,
“Been busy while we were at the meeting, Carrie?’
I could see she was enjoying herself a bit too much at my expense, so I smiled sweetly, hoping to deflect any more comments,
“Oh yes, Kat, it’s been very full on.”
“I guessed as much.”
Anxious not to let this conversation go too far, I picked up a file from my desk and quickly stood up,
“Well, I had better get this to Jacquie,” I said firmly and I started to walk away from her, for some reason, my shoes felt uncomfortable but I didn’t want to stop moving, but Kat called after me,
“Are your shoes alright?”
I looked down and, sure enough, in my haste to get dressed, they were on the wrong feet, I heard Kat chuckle as I slipped them off,
“I can write on them if you like, Carrie, right and left, so that doesn’t happen again.”
I scowled at her,
“That won’t be necessary, thanks Kat.”
She laughed again, almost gleefully,
“Well, you know where I am if you need help again.”
As she slid off my desk, I childishly stuck my tongue out at her before walking out of the office and into the corridor. When I reached Jacquie, she was still on the phone so I left the file on her desk and wandered over to the large window. Despite Kat, I could still feel some remnants of my conversation with Sky, as I looked over the city skyline, it hardly seemed possible the person who had made me feel so much, was so far away. I wondered what he was doing now, I hoped he was thinking about me and wondering, as I was, if we would ever meet in person and if we did, would it be the same. I was so lost in thought, I was startled when I heard Jacquie’s voice,
“Are you alright Carrie? You seemed miles away.”
I turned to face her,
“No, but I was just wishing I was.”
Jacquie patted my arm,
“I know it sucks, you not being a part of this launch, but Diana must have a reason, so don’t take it personally.”
I nodded, thankful she didn’t know the real reason for my mood, I wouldn’t want to have to explain everything, I didn’t want to share these feelings with anyone other than Sky.
Jacquie smiled,
“And look on the bright side, Carrie, you will be working with the lovely Tom instead, so that’s not exactly bad, is it?”
“No, he’s lovely,” I answered truthfully.
Jacquie nodded,
“There are those who are quite envious, you know,” she added mischievously, “Obviously, I can’t say who exactly.”
I returned her smile,
“I don’t doubt it.”
She turned back to her desk and gave me a file,
“That’s what you two will be doing while everyone else is being charitable, a rather lovely day out at a winery.”
I opened the first page to see a picture of a beautiful house set in vast landscape of green hills which stretched as far as the eye could see, Jacquie peered over my shoulder,
“See? You’re having a day, with wine, in the country with a gorgeous man, doesn’t get much better than that?”
I nodded and was about to reply when her phone rang, she apologised for the interruption before racing to answer. As our conversation was obviously over, I waved to her and left her office, it was true, this should be a great time, but I just couldn’t help but wish I was going with Skylar instead.
Chapter 11
Unusually for the weekend, my alarm broke the early morning silence, instead of the usual feeling of wanting to roll over and go back to sleep, I almost fell out of bed with excited anticipation. It was still dark as I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table, as my eyes adjusted to the glare from the screen, I could hear the birds outside starting to wake up too. Although it felt like a slightly ridiculous thought, I wondered if they knew the significance of this morning and so were sharing my excitement. I opened Facebook and there was Skylar’s message,
“Can’t wait to hear your voice, my gorgeous girl.”
I glanced quickly at the world clock, it seemed like a good time to call him, so I carefully typed the number and waited, knowing if I hesitated, even for a moment, I might talk myself out of calling at all. After what seemed an age, I heard the familiar sound of a phone being answered, there was a brief pause, then,
“Hello gorgeous.”
His voice had a rich almost velvety tone, I felt my heart pounding so hard against my chest, so I swallowed hard in some vain attempt at trying to slow it down,
“Hey sweetheart, I hope it was okay to call now.” I could hear I was talking too fast, I sounded nervous and I had so not wanted to be that way, I had wanted to sound sophisticated and cool, not like a starstruck schoolgirl.
“Are you okay?” he asked, I found myself nodding, even though he obviously couldn’t see me, when this fact finally became apparent, I answered,
“I’m fine, it’s your voice..it’s just gorgeous.”
I heard him laugh,
“Don’t know how that’s happening, I’ve been as nervous as fuck since I knew you were going to call me.”
His openness made me relax and so I had no problem confessing my own blind panic, when I had finished, he laughed and said,
“Fuck you sound so good, sweetheart.”
There was a pause, as perhaps the reality of our conversation had simultaneously hit us both,
“I can’t believe we are really talking,” I said quietly, as much to myself as to him,
“Me neither, but it’s good, isn’t it?” there was the slightest hint of anxiety in his tone,
“It’s better than good,” I answered firmly, I smiled as I heard him sigh, before replying,
“Thank fuck for that.”
I laughed and started telling him about putting my shoes on the wrong feet at work after we had messaged, he roared with laughter,
“I owe you some lace panties then?”
I smiled,
“Why yes you do, Mr Hill.”
I leaned back on the sofa as we talked more, the conversation was easy and filled with laughter, it was as if we had known each other for years. After what seemed like no longer than a few minutes, but on checking the clock, was over two hours, I heard him sigh heavily,
“I’m sorry, my darling, I have to go, my son’s calling me..” his voice trailed away, “I can’t stay, but you know I want too, don’t you?’
I quickly reassured him I understood and said I was fine with going, as long as we could talk again very soon. He laughed,
“You might get sick of the sound of me.”
“What that sexy voice? Never.”
I could hear he was about to reply, when I caught the faint sound of a boy calling ‘dad’ in the background,
“You’d better go, see ya sweetheart,” I said hurriedly,
“See ya beautiful,” he answered, before there was any time to add anything, the phone fell silent. For some reason, I didn’t move, I just stared at the screen, speaking to Skylar, actually hearing his voice made her more ‘real’ somehow, it had been one thing to type messages to a profile picture but now..well now, there was a living, breathing man and that realisation managed to terrify and excite me, all at the same time. As I went to stand up, the screen flashed, it was a message from him,
‘Fuck you sound hot, can’t wait to talk again, see ya beautiful.’
I typed slowly, I didn’t really know why,
‘I can’t wait either, let’s make it soon, ok?’
I could see he was answering, but I almost didn’t need to wait as I knew what it would say, as I had hoped, there was just one word,
‘Absofuckinglutely.’
The phone screen went dark again and I was alone, I could see there were a whole load of Facebook notifications demanding my attention, but I just logged out, I didn’t want to be distracted from how I was feeling. After a quick shower, I dressed and went for a long walk by the river. Like most weekends, there were couples walking along, hand-in-hand, children excitedly feeding the seemingly, always hungry ducks, as the sun streamed through the leafy canopy of trees above. Seeing those children reminded me of Lainie, how often I had brought her here, it had been a place of calm for me when I had been
married to Steve. For some reason, I had felt safe from him there, as if the nature which surrounded me on all sides could keep anything black or negative away. As I watched the ducks fight and squabble over every morsel the children threw, I found myself wondering what Lainie was doing now. Once more, as so often before, I felt the ever-present twinge of unreasonable sadness over the fact she was now grown and living her own life. As I started walking again, I couldn’t help but wonder what Lainie would think of my relationship with Skylar, when I hear the word ‘relationship’, I stopped in my tracks, was that even the right word for what was happening? It seemed a bit too soon to give whatever this was an actual name, so perhaps, there was no real reason to think about Lainie’s reaction to it. Having made this mental agreement with myself, I turned away from the river, went through the wrought iron gates and into the park beyond. It was a longer way to walk home, but, for some reason, I wanted to keep going. As I ambled up the path, I noticed a couple pause by the large oak, he pulled her close and they kissed, his arms encircling her slim waist. For the briefest of moments, I wondered if I would ever be like that with Skylar, but this thought was quickly dismissed by the reality of just how many miles were between us, not to mention, whole hemispheres. As soon as the sadness of that thought made its presence felt, I quickened up and left the lovers to themselves. Whether it was being surrounded by nature or the warm glow of the sun on my face, being even slightly downhearted just felt plain wrong