I was cleaning my house. My phone was in the pocket of my leggings. I forget that the heat from my thighs sometimes will keep the phone unlocked.
I take out my phone for some reason, and notice that my messaging app is open. Somehow, my thighs managed to accidentally open the photo attachment and selected a handful of photos. Straightening the phone in my palm with my index finger and thumb, of course with my luck, I hit send.
To my horror, I see that the message of photos is sent to the Human Resources director; Matt. I had contacted Matter earlier that day about a project we were working on together.
I see too many pictures populate in the thread, one second after the other, confirming they are sent. Since when did my Wifi work this great?
I furiously scroll though the thread to see what I sent.
To my horror I see at least three pictures that I forgot to move to my hidden album were selected.
These weren’t just “innocent” nudes of me, but full on portraits of my exposed tits and wet slit, my arms and legs, forced wide, were restrained to the bed posts. I had been waiting, begging, to be touched by my Sir. You could see the longing desire and desperation on my face despite the blindfold.
*there was no way I was not going to be fired*.
I started to panic. The best idea I could come up with was to create an urgent email to send to Matt explaining the situation. *he could understand this was a mistake right? After all, there were other random pictures included.* who was I kidding, I had no chance. Being just promoted to a position I had been working towards for a while, I refused to give up hope anyways. I typed:
“Matt,
I just sent you a text message by accident. DO NOT open them. Please just don’t open it and delete the thread.”
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t believe this all went down in a matter of seconds. My heart racing, the seconds seem like centuries. No email notifications, no text notifications. Nothing. My fate remained unknown and balanced on a negligible ledge.
*Oh god I was going to be fired.*
What was ironic is that I actually had a crush on Matt. He was a few years older than me, about six feet tall, black hair, and dark tan skin. He has big tender lips, and a rough black beard graces his strong jawline. He is so serious about his job, tense and firm. He has a wide, thick, muscular body. Some of the employees I work with say they are intimidated by him. He would use this to his advantage sometimes, enjoying making people nervous. In the years I had worked with him, I had seen him rise to the top leadership role in his department too. Every once in a while, you’d see him make a goofy joke and make someone smile, letting out carefree chuckle. Often, he would do this around me.
If Matt hadn’t been my HR represtantive, in an alternate universe, I would have sent him similar pictures on purpose. But this *isn’t* that universe. I see a text bubble pop up, and disappear on my phone in his thread. Shit. He definitely saw the pictures.
This is where my dream stops, but I like to think that it ended like this:
The sound of a new message in my work email pinged. My heart fell to my stomach. It was Matt. It read:
“Adrienne,
You will need to meet me in my office as soon as you come in tomorrow. You must not do anything else after you come in, but come to my office immediately.”
I’m not even sure why I chose to show up to work. As instructed, I gingerly knocked on Matt’s door, and opened it; humiliatingly stepping into Matt’s office.
He didn’t greet me with the “good morning” he usually did. Instead, he tersely told me sit down.
“So, Adrienne. This was an accident?” He questioned without expression; taking out his phone, and showing me the pictures, stopping on one of my nudes.
I shook my head yes, unable to speak.
“you know, there’s *no way* this couldn’t be seen as sexual harassment”.
I mumble “I know”.
“well, that’s too bad you sent them by accident, isn’t it?.” He gets up out of his chair, and silent for a moment, stares me down and continues, “Because I really enjoyed them”.
He walks over to me and behind me, keeping me under his gaze. He forcefully turns my chair around so I am facing him. Scooping me up in his strong arms, he sits me on the desk and kisses me deeply.
Our breath matches a frantic pace as we reach for each other and undo each other’s pants.
I kicked of my shoes and pants zealously, and pull Matt’s pants to his knees. He grabs my arms and tells me to keep them to myself, pinning my wrists to my sides. I open my legs for him, and releasing one of my wrists, he palms my wet pussy over my lace boy shorts. I moan loud when he finally slips his fingers into me. He growls at me to be quiet, takes out his fingers, and starts to thrust slowly into me. I stare down at his hard cock moving slow in and out of me. I start to grind my slit into his hips, getting lost in the waves of pleasure. Seeing me close, he says “you know I can see the outline of your tight tits in those shirts you wear”, feeling me up under my shirt and my bra, and pinching one of my tits. This sends me over the edge, and I come on his dick. Matt does not stop, thrusting harder and deeper, and starts to unbutton my shirt so he can see my tits bounce with the force of his thrust. When he gets to the edge, he pulls out demanding me to move my shirt. I do so obligingly, and he comes on my belly.
He grabs the box of tissues at the corner of his desks and hands them to me. “I think we can agree that I never received any pictures Adrienne, yeah?”
After I finish cleaning and buttoning myself back up, I answer him with a grin “what pictures?” He grins back and says, “I hope we can make this a reoccurring meeting.”
Before leaving, when I open the door, I turn around and stare Matt directly into his eyes and say, “I’ll put it in my calendar” and walk away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l96nhx/woke_up_extremely_sexually_frustrated_by_my_dream