I was handed the SD card at around 2:30 p.m. and figured I had about an hour and a half of work left before my mind checked out for the day. The customer was probably in her mid 40s and came by every once in a while to hand in artwork or photos so my company could print T-shirts, posters or whatever she had planned for the current project she was involved with.
I had probably have dealt with this woman around a dozen times over the past year or so. While I had seen her in everything from casual business attire to workout clothing including yoga pants, she always looked the part of a confident woman who dripped of sexual energy. Our conversations were usually quite short and to the point, but she always managed a flirty smile and a witty comment or two.
On this particular day, I was the only one in the office and really had not anticipated much more business for the rest of day. I eased into my chair, popped the card in the computer and waited the brief second for the files to pop up on the screen. There were many more than usual and I kind of resigned myself that this was going to be more of an effort to sort through the work than I had expected. Oh well, it’s not like she’s the worst customer by a long shot.
I slid through the work and it was all the standard stuff, but then a photo of her appeared. Most of her head was not in the picture, but I could see her smile and a tight T-shirt gripping her sculpted figure. Her nipples were erect and she was wearing lacy, black panties. It was a pleasant scene of course, but presented a bit of a moral quandary. I could very easily browse through the rest of what was here or I could just get the damn job done, leave her privacy in tact and be free of guilt.
But then I thought, what am I going to do? Am I going to delete these photos? What if they were intended to be seen? Would I be fucking up some kink this lady has? My desire and curiosity were getting the better of me, though. My cock twitched in my jeans and started filling out the area inside my boxers. I needed to see this.
So, I got up, locked the doors, put the the closed sign up and turned off many of the lights. It was just me and the glow of the screen. And also the promise of sexual pleasure, I suppose. I clicked through the images, they got increasingly riskier. One defining her molded mid-section, another outlining her fabulous backside. Then the clothes were removed in arousing fashion against what I must say was ideal lighting conditions for this sort of erotic tease. Her breasts were immaculate and betrayed her age. They were those of a 25-year-old, poking out from the screen and inviting the viewer to delight in the fantasy they were attempting to urge forth.
Then she peeled away the panties, taking them down those delicious thighs and to the wooden floor below. There were poses, kisses blown and then close-ups of a nicely manicured pussy. I could not take it. I unzipped my jeans, took out my cock, drenched it in saliva and pumped away furiously while going through the images over and over again. It didn’t take long until I was spilling my load all over my belly. I grabbed some tissues off the desk, cleaned up and just thought for a moment.
What now?
I was not about to take a photo of my spent cock. Too risky. Then it hit me. I created a new .txt file and named it thankyou.txt. I placed it in the folder with the photos. Whatever happens was going to happen.
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The next day arrived and she was in early to pick up the work she wanted done. It was all ready and the transaction was quickly processed. When I went to hand her back the SD card, she winked and cracked a slight knowing grin. Immediately she turned and left.
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A few days passed and she dropped by late in the day again. This time she claimed to have wanted some PTA posters made up and started giggling as she handed over her memory card. I nodded accordingly and followed the same ritual as the last time.
There was nothing of any work nature on this card. There was a folder labeled FOR YOU and my jaw almost hit the fucking floor. Here was about 300 images of her in various states of undress all involving the sexiest black lingerie I have ever seen. I wanted to be in that room with that camera. I wanted to be the one bending her over the corner of the bed and slamming my manhood into the slick wetness. I wanted to claim the gift she was offering me.
I fantasized over the course of about 20 minutes. I pictured disappearing away from our suburban ordinariness into a depraved fuck session. I imagined her sly laugh sliding past my ear as I lay on top of her probing her for orgasm. I wanted to hear her cries and smell her glowing skin. I wanted to break free of this two-dimensional jack-off prison and know her in every intimate manner I could manage.
Then the phone rang and I broke out of my spell for a second and picked up the receiver. It was her.
“That’s yours to keep.”
And then she hung up.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9t66p6/dropping_off_a_fantasy_mf_milf
I hope you make a part 2