This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Business with Pleasure”
I click “Send,” then shut down my PC and prepare to leave the office to meet a few friends in a nearby bar. I hear the beep of my colleague’s computer as it tells him he has mail, and I glance up and catch his eye. He holds my gaze a second too long before moving his mouse to his inbox and reading my message. I watch him take a deep breath and slowly shake his head. I’m smiling inwardly as I pick up my coat and stride purposefully behind his desk, making my way towards the door. My colleague turns in his chair as I pass and I can feel his eyes on my retreating figure, taking in my black stiletto boots and short skirt. I feel a frisson of excitement. I’m well aware that I am playing with fire, bringing my hobby into the office, but somehow the risk makes it all the more appealing.
I am only just out of the building when my phone vibrates in my pocket, taking me by surprise. It’s a text message.
You can’t send an email like that and then fuck off… It says. I scroll down. I intend to punish you severely.
I raise my eyebrows at this and immediately reply with a simple, How?
In the time it takes me to get to the bar, greet my friends and order a drink, my phone has vibrated once more.
By pinching your nipples between my fingers until you don’t know whether you’re moaning in pleasure or pain.
I take a sharp intake of breath as I feel my pussy moisten and my nipples becoming erect. This is no longer the innuendo-laced electronic flirting that I initiated earlier, my colleague has swiftly upped the stakes and I’m surprised and turned on by his brazenness.
I press reply and type, Not before I have wrapped my lips around you and taken you deep into my mouth.
I place my mobile on the chair between my thighs so that the next time a message comes through I feel it vibrate on my clit. The next message reads, I’m then going to flick my tongue over your clitoris before thrusting my throbbing cock deep into your warm, wet pussy.
Oh my God. I briefly close my eyes as these images dance through my mind, and I feel myself getting wetter. I take a few swigs of my wine and indulge in inane chit chat with one of my friends, all the while feeling my clit pumping between my legs and I struggle to control the urge to grind my hips against something. I quickly type, Wish you were fucking me right now, then reluctantly drag my attention back to the story of my friend’s latest disastrous blind date. It isn’t long before my phone vibrates again, Antonia.. Need you back at office now.
What?! I’m taken aback by the message. I thought I was in for an evening of cheeky text sex over drinks with friends before making my excuses, going home and getting to work with my vibrator—my idea of a perfect night! All of a sudden I’m being challenged to follow through with fantasies that I never actually intended to act upon. At least, not so soon, and with the only build up a brief bout of textual titillation. Besides, I barely even know my colleague—I’ve only worked there a couple of weeks. On the other hand, that kind of makes it more exciting, and I’m intrigued and turned on and not one to run from a challenge. After a few moments I make a decision and quickly tell my friends that I’ve remembered something my boss wanted me to do, and that I’ll be back soon. I grab my bag and make my escape before I can change my mind and chicken out. My friends tut and roll their eyes at each other—work-obsessed Antoniabut let me go without suspicion.
As I walk the short distance back to the office I realize with surprise that I am nervous. I’m always the one in control in these situations, and am not used to a man giving as good as he gets, let alone taking the reins. Maybe I’ve met my match, I think to myself and a little shiver of excitement runs through me. I quicken my step, desperate to find out what’s in store for me back at the office. As I’m running up the stairs I have far too much nervous energy to take the lift another message comes through,: I’m waiting, Antonia…
I reach the top floor and enter the open plan office, my heart pounding with apprehension and anticipation. I can’t see my colleague anywhere so I wander in and sit down at my desk, suddenly paranoid that I have been taken for a ride or got the wrong end of the stick. I jump as a hand comes firmly down on my shoulder and a gruff voice whispers in my ear.
“Time to put your money where your mouth is.” My colleague swivels my chair around to face him and I see that he has unbuttoned his fly and his big cock is standing proudly, level with my face.