I (M) reacted on my colleagues (F) wrong social media story – Part 2

I was driving and lost deep in my thoughts.

It was one of those situations, where you drive on “autopilot”. A familiar trip which you’ve done a thousand times. You register everything and drive safely, but not consciously thinking about the drive itself – it comes from muscle memory.

What happened and how int the world did those events transpire as they did? I fumbled with the phone and was on damage control mode. Yet, she responded with enticing replies and those pictures… Everyone else had already fallen asleep at home and I had snuck to the bathroom. I was throbbing, feeling my pulse in my throat – I felt intoxicated, filled with desire. The pictures she sent were the kind which disappeared from the chat. The images were however burned to my mind. I closed my eyes, took a hold of my solid member and stroke myself. Thinking about her plump wet lips, smoothly curving cheek – I had to release the tension. I exploded, saw starts and was out of breath. I felt like a teenager.

What did I just do? I cleaned myself and went to bed – sleeping uneasy.

I was maybe halfway to the office, stopped at the traffic lights. She’d gone offline and I hadn’t replied anything to her last message or pictures – because what would I say? Should have I written a reply or something? Or maybe no response was needed? Should I say something at the office? No, she instigated it. It was just banter, teasing – I wouldn’t address it. I weirdly didn’t feel guilty, a bit ashamed maybe but I hadn’t engaged. Was I just convincing myself?

The pictures, however… They were anchored into my minds eye. I felt myself grow stiff – fuck. I was about 10 minutes away from the office. I had time to calm down – take a breath and steady myself. At that precise moment I got a message on my work phone, which was displayed on my cars infotainment system (crazy how technology has progressed). Linda had called a meeting with the solutions sales team for a joint account in two hours’ time. My heart jumped and a rush of blood flowed, I felt myself bulging. I drove the last stretch hastily, parked the car and opened the meeting invitation. Okay good, business as usual – there where to other people invited to the meeting. My pulse calmed and the tension eased a bit. I took a deep breath to ease my nerves.

“I need a big fucking cup of coffee” I muttered to myself, whilst I exited the car and headed to the office entrance. I’ll also splash my face with some cold water I thought. Yet, I could still feel a vague throbbing. The images still haunting and enticing my mind.

End of Part 2

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yelixv/i_m_reacted_on_my_colleagues_f_wrong_social_media