collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
My phone dings with your long awaited text: “I’m here”. I respond with the room number and invite you to let yourself in as I’ve left the door ajar.
When you enter the room, you find me waiting in bed. Before you even have the chance to say hello, I order: “déshabille-toi”. I watch attentively while you do, filling the gaps in my memory with the lines of your athletic body. You slide into bed with me, pleased to discover that I’m wearing nothing but a crotchless bodystocking under the sheets.
I step out of my car and readjust my clothes for a little longer than necessary. I can’t help but feel nervous given how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other. I’m busy tying my shoelace, foot on my car bumper, when you sneak up behind me and say hi, startling me. You have a way of making me feel like an awkward teenager again. When our eyes meet, any doubt or hesitation I had instantly fades away.
We quickly start our hike. There are people around us so we make small talk about the weather and work. It’s hard to believe you’re the same person I’ve spent so much time having dirty chats with, the only reminder being the way your eyes occasionally wander over my body. I can’t help focusing my attention on your mouth, imagining how it will feel on my body. I’m not usually the type to play damsel in distress, but I seize every opportunity to hold your hand over difficult terrain, craving your touch. I blush whenever your hand touches the small of my back, which doesn’t go unnoticed and seems to amuse you.
I’ve been thinking about what it would be like if we were to bump into each other during a meeting. Sitting across from each other, everyone around us oblivious to how intimately we know each other. I’m wearing the dress I wore the first time you fucked me, and the blue heels I had wrapped around your neck that last time in my truck. My pussy is getting wetter by the second thinking about it and I can’t focus on what is being discussed. You get a little shifty in your seat and I can tell you’re having the same thoughts.
The room starts to clear, you take your time gathering your things because you don’t want to stand with a raging hard-on. We’re the last two people in the room, but we haven’t actually acknowledged each other yet. We reluctantly head toward the door. Just as we’re about to exit the room, you slowly close the door and lock it.