Is there anything to be seen between the lines of this erotic story my girlfriend wrote for me?

Or am I reading to hard?

I was at my desk working furiously on a blog about a massive oil spill in the Gulf when my boss appeared at my side. “Ashley,” she said, “Make sure you get that over to me asap because you are meeting with the boat captain first thing in the morning.”
“Will do,” I responded wearily. I turned my attention back to the document on the screen and resumed typing, my hands flying over the keys. My head just wasn’t on task tonight. Work had been so busy recently and there was no clear slow down in sight. 
I rocked back in my desk chair and began rubbing my throbbing temples. I looked at my watch, 7:45 pm. No wonder my head was hurting. Lunch had been at about seven hours prior. 
I closed my computer and took a deep sigh. It would be there when I got back. Fro now, I needed a drink. 
As I exited the deserted office, I could hear the click of my black pumps on the hardwood floor. I waved to the after hours cleaning crew as they came out of the elevator with their buckets and mops, ready for a long night of cleaning up after others. Not a job I was at all interested in.
I took the elevator down to the 1st floor and sauntered out of the large glass doors in the lobby of the massive 10 story office building. This was going on year five of me going in and out of this lobby  on a daily basis and I knew most of the regulars that came and went. 
Across the street was a small Italian restaurant with pretty decent food and excellent drinks. Plan A: a glass of wine and then Plan B: lobster ravioli. 
I chose a quiet table in the back corner and sat down. Letting out a huge breath. My usual waiter spied me and came over smiling. 
“Nice to see you again,” he said. “What’ll it be? The regular?”
“Yes please.” I responded. He left for a few minutes and then came back with a basket of warm, crusty french bread and poured a saucer of dipping oil for the table. Bread wasn’t exactly on my diet but then again neither was ravioli. I was having both.
I sat in silence with my eyes closed, chewing my bread and savoring the smell. I felt eyes on me and snapped my eyes open. Staring back at me was the kindest set of eyes I had ever seen packaged with a gorgeous set of pearly whites grinning with the sexiest lips God had ever given to a man.
I blushed embarrassed. Was I really just sitting there eating bread with my eyes closed, an orgasmic look on my face. Once he saw me blush the man winked with one eye and turned back around to face the bar. His wink made my stomach do a complete sommersault. 
At that moment my waiter, Jason returned with my glass of red wine. I took it from him and took a big gulp. It did not help my burning face. 
“Your ravioli will be out in just a few minutes.” he said. 
I thanked him and went back to enjoying my bread… this time with my eyes open. I studied the man at the bar. He looked like he was about five foot eleven or twelve with a muscular build and neatly trimmed hair. He was wearing a blue button up dress shirt with a pair of khakis. 
“Mmmm mmmm,” I thought to myself. I must have picked the right night to take a break. I saw my waiter appear out of the back with two plates held up in the air. He sat one down in front of the man and then walked the other over to my table.
“Here you are,” he said. He immediately began grating fresh parmesan onto my plate as I was pretty much a regular customer. “Let me know if you need anything else,” he said walking off.
My stomach growled at the smell of the food and I picked up my fork to start eating.
“Wait!” a voice said out of nowhere. It was the man at the bar. I stopped mid forkful staring at him awkwardly.
“Sorry to startle you,” he said grinning. “But I think they switched our plates out. Since there is no one else in the restaurant I assume this lobster ravioli is yours.” he said holding out his plate to me. 
It felt like 10 minutes had passed before I was able to get my mouth to work. “Ummmm yes… maybe so.” I stuttered. He put his plate on the table and picked up the one I had nearly started eating on. 
“Great thanks,” he said turning to walk off. He took two steps and then turned back around. “Are you waiting on someone?” he asked me.
Again my tongue felt tied. “Ummm no.” I managed to squeak. This man is FINE! I heard my brain say. 
“Would you mind some company?” he asked flashing that pretty smile at me again.
“Ummmm sure… I mean no I wouldn’t mind.” I stammered. He sat down and slide a little closer to me in the booth. He held out one well manicured, large hand. “I’m Brandon.” he said. “What’s yours?”
“Ashley.” I said taking his hand in mine. When I shook his hand it was all I could do not to moan. I looked at his dark forearms, all muscular and toned. “Get control of yourself.” a voice in my head told me.
“So do you come here a lot?” he asked starting in on his plate. 
“Yes, actually I do. Maybe once a week or so after work.” I responded picking my fork back up and pushing my ravioli around on the plate. Suddenly I was super self conscious and less hungry. 
“Nice,” he said. “What do you do?” I watched his sexy lips as he ate and wondered how I was going to get through the conversation without making a complete fool of myself. 
“I’m a Marketing Manager,” I told him trying to make myself eat. “How about yourself?”
“I work in the marine industry.” he said grabbing a piece of bread. “Hmmm I need to try this bread. I couldn’t help but notice how much you were enjoying it earlier.” he said with a laugh.
My face turned bright red with embarrassment. “Oh yeah… it’s pretty good.” I said. I wanted to crawl under the table and never come back out. 
“I rather enjoyed it actually.” he said giving me another laugh and million dollar smile. 
“Oh Boy” I thought. We talked until we both were done with our entrees and when Jason came back to get the plates, Brandon asked if he would bring two cannolis to the table for dessert. 
“It’s on me.” he said smiling. 
“Well thank you.” I replied, actually working up the nerve to flash him a smile back. 
We continued talking about a variety of subjects while I drained my first glass of wine and tackled another. Brandon had come over with a vodka tonic and Jason had refreshed his drink at some point as well.
Brandon began telling me how he had come into Houston for a work meeting and was going to be flying out in a few days. I shared with him all the great taco spots and also mentioned that he just had to try a ramen bar while he was here.
As the drinks flowed I loosened up more and more and began getting a little flirty, putting my hand on his forearm when he made me laugh and rubbing just slightly. He began to inch a little closer to me. 
The waiter brought our cannolis out and we started eating them right away. I was telling Brandon about my move to Houston when he suddenly reached up and touched my lip with his thumb.
“Sorry you had a little cannoli filing on your mouth.” he said grinning. At the moment his thumb touched my lip it felt like a thousand lightning bolts started in my lip and began traveling downward. Uh oh.
“Thank you.” I said catching my breath. 
“No problem,” he replied. The waiter came by with our checks and Brandon quickly grabbed both of ours. “Let your out of town friend get this for you,” he said. “You have been so helpful in telling me all the spots I need to try during my visit.”
“Really? You don’t have to do that.” I said catching my voice. 
He dismissed me with a wave. “It’s nothing. Would you like to take a walk with me?”
“Sure.” I responded. 
We finished up our drinks and headed out the door. I waved goodbye at Jason who gave me a knowing look. Out on the humid street, cars honked and zoomed by as we slowly began strolling with no obvious endpoint in sight.
“So tell me more about you. I feel like I have been doing a lot of the talking.” he said teasingly. 
I started telling him a bit awkardly about my family. Two brothers, two sisters, that sort of thing. He told me a little about his family in North Carolina. “I’m thinking about making a move to Texas myself.” he said.
Suddenly as we were walking along talking he stops and looks at me. “Well… this is my truck.” he says pointing to a big, beautiful black Dodge truck.
“Oh… well okay.” I said disappointed to be ending the night so abruptly.
“I really enjoyed our conversation,” he said smiling that smile again. “Maybe I’ll run into you again while I’m here in Houston.”
“I’d like that,” I said a bit breathless. He held out his hand to shake mine. But instead of shaking my hand he took my hand in his, turned my hand over, and brought it to his lips. I almost died RIGHT THERE.
I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. Brandon’s eyes took on a little dreamier look and he stepped closer to me. For a second we were kind of just suspended there. Neither of us heard anything going on around us. Then Brandon slowly took my chin in his hand, tilted it up and kissed me ever so softly. He leaned back and looked in my eyes. 
Suddenly, my legs felt weak and I was too afraid to move in case they gave out. I returned his gaze and then leaned up to kiss him softly. This time he did not stop and matched the passion in my kiss with his own. 
He crushed my body against his, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. I moaned and leaned into his as much as I could. I could feel him growing hard against my belly. A couple walked by staring and I suddenly felt a little exposed. I stopped and looked at him longingly. 
“Get in my truck.” he said gruffly with his mouth against my neck. He didn’t have to tell me twice as grabbed the door handle and climbed in.
He came around to the drivers side and climbed in himself, never taking his eyes off me the whole time. I felt wetness between my legs already.
Moving the center console out of the way he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him, once again meeting my mouth with his. His tongue danced in and out of my mouth and he alternated lightly nibbling my bottom lip, turning me on even more.
His hand moved up and under my shirt and he quickly found my nipple, hard and aching for his touch. With one hand I unclasped my bra strap allowing him and easier path to both my breasts. He moaned and put his head down to circle my nipple with his tongue. I threw my head back in ecstasy. 
He moved his other hand in between my thighs, and carefully moved my panties to the side as he found my wet, throbbing pussy. Brandon put one finger inside of me and started slowly massaging in and out in slow circles. I moaned even louder and started moving my hips to match his pace. He nibbled on my nipple as I ran my hands up and down his chest, finding the buttons and pulling them open. I ran my hand down to find him rock hard and ready for me.
I unbuttoned his pants and reached my hand in to start going up and down on him. He moaned and I started moving quicker. I stopped what i was doing and leaned forward taking his head in my mouth and circling it with my tongue. My mouth got wetter and I started moving up and down the full length of him making sure he could feel when he hit the back of my throat. 
“Just like that babygirl.” I heard him say. I ran my tongue up and down his dick, alternating between sucking, pumping and licking his hard shaft. He leaned back against the seat.
“Now it’s my turn.” He said gently pushing me backwards into the seat. He urgently grabbed the bottom of my skirt and pushed it up over my hips, exposing my red thong. “So sexy.” He said 
I lifted my hips while he took off my panties and then leaned down and cupping my ass in his hands began doing small circles with his tongue on my clit. Spots danced before my eyes and I leaned back in ecstasy. He started sucking ever so lightly and then buried his face in my wetness. My breathing got faster and I could tell i wasn’t going to last long. He started licking every bit of me like he was having the best buffet of his life. I moaned loudly with pleasure hoping no one outside the truck could hear but not really caring either. 
Suddenly I could feel myself getting close to the edge and I arched my hips up to meet him closer. His intensity picker up and he grabbed my hips to pull him even closer. As the first wave on the orgasm hit me I yelled out and pulled his face in to me and began riding it in unison of his tongue. He moaned and I came loudly calling his name.
Afterwards he looked up at me and with one hand tugged his pants all the way down. He leaned over me and found my hole already dripping wet for him. He put himself inside me and we both cried out with pleasure as our bodies met each other. He looked me in my eyes and began kissing me deeply with his tongue. I could taste and smell myself on his face which only added to my pleasure.
He pumped in and out of me slowly at first. Almost as if he was savoring the feeling of our bodies becoming one. Our eyes never left each other except for when we would passionately kiss each other. I could tell his pace was picking up and I arched my back up to meet him closer. My legs flailing all over the dash. 
The inside of my legs and thighs were so wet as we rocked back and forth and in and out feeling each other get closer to climax. I felt another wave coming and grabbed him under his shoulder to rock harder against him. At the same time he moaned and said “I’m coming… I’m coming.” I moved my hips back and forth and began to cum as he released himself deep inside my wetness moaning into my neck. 
We sat there for a few seconds catching our breath not saying anything as we came back to earth. He slowly raised his head and looked in my eyes. We silently communicated through our eye contact just how amazing they had been.
THE NEXT MORNING
“Are you ready for your interview with the boat captain?” my boss asked me coming into my office.
“As ready as I’m going to get.” I said grabbing my notepad and recorder.
“Good because he’s already here waiting for you in the conference room.” She said.
I made my way down the hallway mentally going over the questions I wanted to ask him in my head. I reached the conference room door, turner the handle and stepped into the room.
The captain had his back to me and as entered the room he turned around to greet me. A familiar set of eyes and naughty smile greeted my shocked face.
“Hey babygirl.” Brandon said 

1. What do you read into this story?

2. What do you make of it overall?

3. Is this plot straight to the point or is there an underlying message one could miss if not paying attention?

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