You’ve barely been able to function in the two days since you found out he was coming into town. You tried hanging out with your sister more the first day and drank yourself into oblivion on the first night. But you couldn’t keep that going all week. Yesterday losing yourself in your job helped for the most part and you were so dead tired you fell asleep on the couch in what you wore to work. But today already seems like it will be different. Work is slow and you know you only have to wait until tomorrow to see him.
You are busying yourself double-checking the work you did the day before when your computer pings. A moment of relief washes over you as you think maybe it will give you something to do for awhile to make you forget about him, if only for a moment.
The email is from him. “Important :)” is the subject line. You hover the mouse over it a little bit before breathing deeply and clicking on it.
What are you wearing?
You glance over your shoulders, quickly and nervously, upon reading it. Almost as if you could feel him watching you. Silly. Your cubicle is the last in your part of the office and most of your neighbors are in a meeting downstairs.
What do you think? I’m at work, remember?
You bite down on your lip as type back to him, anxious and stressed. Not because he’s emailing you but because a feeling deep inside you is telling you where this is heading.
I know. So am I. 🙂 What are you wearing?
Why don’t you just get here already and see for yourself? 😉
You glance at your calendar for the rest of the day. Nothing. Again, he emails you asking you what you are wearing. You laugh, frustrated by not being somewhere more safe to play with him.
I should really go. Busy day here
A lie.
Come on, what are you wearing? I’m stuck on this call for another hour and I need your company. 😉
Again, you catch yourself looking around, making sure you are alone. You start typing a response when he emails again. The subject says “SEE” and you can tell there is an attachment. You are eyes fixate on the screen as you open it. A picture of his crotch fills up your screen. He is wearing blue suit pants with subtle grey striping. Your attention quickly turns to what is impossible to miss. His thick, mid-sized cock is erect, pushing against the suit fabric so much that you can easily make out the entire thing, from the tip to where the shaft disappears between his legs. You can even make out a small spot near the tip of his cock where his suit pant is damp from pre-cum oozing its way out. The sight of him pushes that desire you’ve been suppressing for days back to the surface.
A moment lingers and your fingers fight through your arousal and begin typing to him again.
Wow. Looks like you haven’t had attention in some time…
I’m wearing one of my work shirts and a floral print skirt 🙂
He responds immediately.
That skirt you wore the time we hooked up in my office? Or the one you wore the time to the restaurant without anything on underneath it?
Neither. One you haven’t seen. Remember the second one was ruined that night? Red wine and…other stains. lol.
Haha “other stains” i love it. I forgot about that. Damn! That was a good night. 😉
Yes it was.
What else are you wearing? Tell me about it. 🙂
You sigh, getting more and more aroused. You triple-check that nobody can see you, bite your lip, and continue typing.
I’m wearing that red and black thong you used to love and a new bra…its all red with lace.
Wow, really? You still have that? I still love looking at those pics. lol.
You had never forgotten that phase but reading that he still loves the pictures he took of you makes you smile. He had just broken up with another short-term girlfriend. She just didn’t get him, he said. He often texted or emailed or called shortly after break-ups. To vent mostly, but also, you thought at the time and still do, to subtly let you know that he wanted you. He never said it and most of the time you wouldn’t actually sleep with him for another week or two. But not that time. That night you talked for an hour and he vented about how vanilla she was but the conversation turned quickly to things he missed about you. Always sexual. Your taste. Your skin. Your sounds. You liked it, even though you worried he was rebounding too fast. He got another phone call and had to go before things advanced. Then an hour later he texted you saying he was in your neck of the woods and wanted to see you.
Your roommate was gone that night and you had no other plans so you said sure. You didn’t even have time to change clothes when he knocked at your door. It was in the heat of the summer and you were wearing just a white XL t-shirt with the red and block thong underneath. Almost on instinct, you kissed him right away and you could tell by how he kissed back that he was already really worked up. The kiss was so hard and wet and sloppy. Though you weren’t as worked up that night as he was it had been so long since you’d seen him you quickly caught up. In between kisses you pulled off the t-shirt and his hands and mouth and tongue immediately swarmed the bare skin of your upper body. It was like he wanted you so much he didn’t even know where to begin. His mouth finally found one of your nipples and you gasped as you quickly and skillfully worked his hard cock out of his pants.
You stood there with him for a few moments, stroking his cock awkwardly with both hands while he sucked on your breasts. You squeezed him in your hands gently but enough to get his attention.
“Come on.” You whispered before turning and guiding him gently to your bedroom, holding his firm cock the entire trip. You lay down on your back and slide up a foot before seductively moving your hands around your breasts, nipples, and the fabric of your thong that was dripping from your arousal. “Come on” you said again, peering up into his eyes as he climbed on top of you.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He said quietly but firmly as he began to rub the whole length of his cock across the wet fabric of your thong, teasing you.
“Come on.” You say again, throaty, unable to mask how much you wanted to feel him enter you. He teased you slowly, using the length and tip of his cock to rub all around your clit over and over again. “Come on fuck me,” you started to command. Slowly and quietly, every few minutes at first, but more often and with increased urgency as the need for him to fuck you reached a fervor.
“Show me what you wanted to do with her but never could!” you randomly barked out. He immediately, pulled your thong to the side and entered you hard and fast. You both screamed. “Oh yeah fuck me!” you remember screaming over and over again. Within moments he told you he was gonna cum soon. “Please cum for me,” you responded every few moments, wanting him to use you to please himself. Then quickly, he slams into you hard before pulling out and releasing his load all over your lower stomach, hips, and wet, throbbing pussy.
Almost without thinking your fingers reach down and gather some cum, which you play with a little, pressing it between your fingers and sliding them around.
“Fuck that was good.” He grunted out, slightly stroking his dripping cock before continuing, “I love that thong. You need to wear that more often around me.” He laughed and you giggle in return, as you started stroking him a little before pulling his cock toward your mouth. You cleaned him off a little with your tongue and sucked him in a little bit when he surprised you by stopping everything and pulling out. “I don’t suppose I can take a picture of that, can I?”
“Of what?” you said, stroking him gently again.
“Of that.” He said, indicating the mess on your stomach and thong.
“REally?”
“Yeah,” he said, gathering his phone from his pants.
“I don’t know…”
“Come on! I wanna relive this day over and over.” You blushed and laughed awkwardly as he begged some more.
“Ok! Ok! Take some pictures. But you only get to keep them on two conditions.”
“What’s that?”
“One, I decide which one’s you keep.”
“Ok fine. What’s the second one?”
“You hurry up so you can come back and finish what you started.” You rubbed some cum onto your fingers and smeared it across your breasts.
The ping of your email brings you back to the present. You realize your right hand is down your skirt, playing with yourself through that infamous red and black thong. You also realize your shirt is unbuttoned a little, and your bra straps have come loose, having slipped off your shoulders when you must of been touching your breasts as you remembered what happened that night.
Another ping brings you fully back to the present and you sit up and straighten your clothes. Both emails are from him.
I was so horny that night lol. Damn I fucked you hard after that too. 😉
He did, you remembered with a smile. Though he didn’t even make you orgasm that night. You close the first and realize the second email has an attachment. You hold your breath, feeling the excitement and desire build in your stomach. you quickly realize that there are numerous pictures loading onto your screen and you gasp and bite into your lip when you realize what they are.
Each picture showed his cock in his hand. They were new pictures because he was clearly wearing the same pants from earlier. The first two just showed him rock hard, showing you how he was stroking himself for you. The third showed a large drop of pre-cum on his tip and the fourth his dripping hard cock above a handkerchief completely covered in his cum.
The email only had one line.
Wish you were here.