So after our first encounter, we did not get many chances to be intimate. I think the Gods took me literally when I told P, “We should not do this.”
The work was becoming hectic, and whenever we tried to make plans, something or the other came up and we had to cancel. The only time that we could spend time together was on the car rides. We had to be content with the kisses and the fondling.
But every time we were in the car, we were getting more and more aggressive in our kisses and desperate for each other. We had to wait.
One day, P took a leave unexpectedly and stayed home. She messaged me that morning and asked me to take leave as well, but I couldn’t do that due to some important commitments at work. I was missing her.
When she was in office, I would go near her desk and spend some time with her, but today felt like a long day with her absence.
I was in my cabin working on the presentation when she messaged me asking random questions. I was answering each message. But I needed to get the work done. So, I said that I would call her later. She immediately responded, saying, “I miss you.”
I said that I was missing her too, and to give me some time so that I could talk to her freely, once I finish the work. She said bye and did not ping me for some time. I was about to finish the work that I was doing when my phone pinged again. I saw it was from P, so I opened it.
It was a pic of her cleavage with a message below reading “I feel like disturbing you.” It was tempting looking at the pic. I replied, saying not right now, and continued to work. She sent an angry face emoji, to which I sent a heart emoji.
This seemed to have cooled her down in a couple of minutes. The phone pinged again, and this time, she had pulled her shirt down, and part of her brown areola was visible. She was not wearing a bra, and I could see the outline of her other nipple under her shirt.
I could feel my blood rushing away from my brain. I said, “This is not fair. I am begging you, give me some time to focus”. The phone fell silent again. For the next ten minutes, I was not able to concentrate. I was constantly looking at the phone to see if she had messaged back.
I needed to work, but I couldn’t stop myself and messaged her, “What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, I thought she was busy, and went back to work with whatever focus that I could muster. I continued to look at the phone to see if there was a reply. Suddenly, the phone lit up with a notification from her.
I immediately grabbed it and opened the message. It was another pic from her. It was a photo that showed her belly starting from the underside of her boobs. They were partly visible, till below her navel, stopping just above her thighs.
She was wet, and I could see that water was running down her belly. I could see some suds on her boobs, belly and navel. I could see her arm going just below the navel. I knew where her hand was and what she might be doing. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine it.
Below was a message saying, “Wish you were here giving me a hand.” I responded, “Me too,” which was true, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the photo. It looked very artistic to me. Not crass, but sensual.
I don’t know how long I was staring at the pic when I got another notification. This time, it was a selfie of her. She had wrapped her towel around her with the upper part of her breasts visible; her hair was wet. I could see some water droplets on her face and eyebrows.
She had placed her leg on the bed, and I could see the milky white thighs of hers as they revealed themselves from the gap in the towel. I had this intense urge to shag, but resisted myself as I was in the office. “I am wet”, pinged the next message.
“I can see that,” I replied, to which she responded, “No, you can’t.” I understood what she meant. She said, “Lock your cabin door. I have a gift for you,” which I obeyed. Then she made a video call. I could only see her hand as she was trying to fix her phone on a stand.
Then, as she moved back, I could see that she was still in her towel wrapped around her. She moved back till her whole body was visible. She blew me a kiss. I had put on my earphones and I could hear her say, Sit back and enjoy the show.
She started to move slowly, running her hands through her hair, swaying her hips, turning around, trying to twerk. When she twerked, I could see the towel riding up, giving me a small glimpse of her ass. Oh, how I wanted to bite that ass.
I could see her eyes looking at me intently, while she ran her fingers over her lips, sucking on them. She then took hold of one side of the towel and pulled it out, while she held onto the other side to stop it from falling. She turned around and opened the other side of the towel as well.
As her back was turned towards me, all I could see was just the towel behind which I knew she was naked. She lifted one of her hands up, holding the towel, while she let go of the towel in her other hand. Like a curtain moving to one side, she slowly came into view.
I could see her back. Her ass and the back of her legs. She let the towel fall to the ground. She just turned her head to see if I was still watching. Of course I was, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, even if I wanted to. She was making eye contact.
She did not turn around; she was dancing, swaying her hips. She moved her hands to her front. She was running them all over her body. She would half turn, give a view from one side, and then from the other. She was teasing me. I was powerless.
I couldn’t do anything but sit there and enjoy the show, while getting uncomfortable. It was hard, I was hard. I kept shifting in my chair, trying to adjust myself. She slowly turned around. She was covering her pussy with her hand. No, not covering.
I could see only 3 fingers. She had one finger inside her. With the other hand, she was pressing her boobs, pushing her boobs to suck on her nipples. Through all this, she never removed her eyes from the camera. I felt as if she was looking directly into me.
She slowly moved forward, till her pussy was the only thing that I could see on her camera. First, it was blurry, but as the camera auto-adjusted its focus, I could see it clearly. She was really wet. As she moved her finger in and out, I could, in fact, hear her wetness.
She was tempting me; I could see her playing with the clit. She then moved the camera close to her bed and adjusted it so that I could see what she was doing. She got onto the bed, spread her legs and continued to finger herself. She started moaning slowly.
She then took out a vibrator, which looked more like a massager. It was pink in colour. She spread her lips to give me a view of her pinkness inside. By now, my mouth was dry and my mind blank. She then slowly brought the vibrator to her clit.
She would just tap the vibrator on the clit, She was in no rush; she wanted to extend my pain as long as possible, and I was in pain. My dick was constrained, pushing to burst, but I couldn’t do anything.
She was now using the vibrator, moving it on her clit and around it. She was no longer able to maintain eye contact. It was like she was in a trance. I would hear her moaning, calling my name, inviting me to feel her, to enter her and to make love to her.
I couldn’t control myself. I picked up the phone, rushed into the men’s washroom and locked myself inside a stall. I dropped my pants and pulled out my dick. I had never seen or felt it so hard. The veins on it were bulging. She could see me with my hand wrapped around my dick.
I was moving my hand along the length of it, forward and backwards. As I was doing that, she started to match my rhythm. Even when we were far apart, we were moving in sync. I could hear her moans getting louder and her movements becoming quicker.
She was coming hard. I could see her shaking. She had closed her legs and gone into a fetal position. I was standing there looking at her through the phone, holding on to my hard dick. She turned and looked at me, “You are still hard,” she said.
“Well, I have not cum yet. You finished before me, and now I am in this position,” I replied.
She said, “You know I would love to watch you cum. Why don’t you finish while I watch?”
But I felt the moment had passed. I was in the office. I did not want to do it in the office. “Maybe next time”, I said. I adjusted my dick into my trousers, and I cleaned up. I washed my face, which was flushed. I blew her a kiss and disconnected the call.
I went back to my cabin, finished my work and left for home. On the drive home, I continued to think about what had happened and replayed it in my head.
In the night, she messaged me, “I had fun today. It was exciting for me. I will make it up to you soon.” I smiled, wondering how she would do that.
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