This story stands on its own. But it also builds on "
Fragments 02
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I'd gone and left my cell phone at a client's house. On a small, "no profit" support job that I'd quickly performed, and then left after exchanging a few pleasantries.
Technically it was not the end of the world. I'd used our admin back end to send the phone a "wipe if you are tampered with" command which it acknowledged. I also remote changed its PIN number to something quite different and much more complex than normal. Again acknowledged. And then to keep working - I'd ported my number to a spare phone and restored the spare with the backup settings and contents of the phone left at the client. I was operational. I'd called the client and she had found the phone and agreed to keep it safe. Restored to a new phone I didn't need to rush to go get the phone. It could wait till the next time I was passing.
Which was perhaps just as well. While visiting Rita to do the minor computer support job - I'd got a little hot under my collar. I looked and liked what I saw. Her elfin, tomboyish look and loose artist's clothing disguising her rather nice-looking strawberry bottom, her flat chest with enormous nipples that poked through her shirt and her lithe strong body as she worked on her large mural paintings. While I don't fool around with clients - I had gone home and pictured Rita naked and stretched under me while I pounded her deeply. I'd even taken the fantasy a step further and imagined us engaging in a little water sport after I had drunk too much coffee. I'd jerked off wildly at the mental images a couple of times. She was a small hot ticket.
Before I went by to get the phone, I was going to have to process my lewd thoughts a bit. In the end I "processed" them by writing a fantasy story which started with the reason for the support call - factual enough - but turned to a wild, all-consuming fantasy sex romp in her bedroom. All the product of my horny imagination. I changed her name and some of the details of the real visit - so it was not a direct report on her house. But it was rather close. I published it on Literotica and was mildly amused to see it garnered many views in its first few days.
It was almost a month after leaving the phone at Rita's house that I was going to be passing without having to go out of my way. I called ahead and she confirmed she would be home and would be happy to let me have my phone "after I had paid the storage fees". She said it with a neutral tone - perhaps slightly amused - and I assumed it was just a mild joke on her part. I had a few minutes to drop by and grab the phone. I had wondered about bringing her a small gift to thank her for hanging on to it. But I had not charged her for her last service - so was pretty sure we could call it a wash if I was polite and just said "thanks."
In due course I knocked on her kitchen door and she answered. She was dressed in the same baggy shorts, a faded sweatshirt and her paint-stained artist's vest with pockets for brushes and pencils and the like. Her normal small formal handshake as she said hello and invited me in a moment. I had hoped she might just hand me the phone and I could be on my way - but she insisted I come in a moment.
"Coffee?" she offered.
So here I was - stuck between a rock and a hard place. Trying to be polite. Not wanting a coffee because it would do a number on my bladder and needing my phone back.
"I'm actually on my way to my next client" I said. "I was hoping to just grab the phone."
Rita gave me a curious look and stood up straight. Smoothing her sweatshirt down and taking the time to absentmindedly tuck it into her shorts a bit more. Her nipples were visible under the shirt and I tried not to look. My cock twitched and betrayed me a touch - but hopefully not visibly so.
"Oh, it won't take a moment" she said. "I make a good cup of coffee."
Which was true. I just wasn't really aware that Rita knew I knew this. She turned to the sink and reached over to the tap to fill the jug with water. Her loose shorts pulled tightly across her ass - defining her bottom quite clearly. I couldn't help but look and my cock twitched again. Had she pulled the shorts a little tighter at the front before she bent over? Was she deliberately showing me her ass? Didn't seem likely.
While the water heated - we made small talk about her work. She had some models on the kitchen table she had been making to help her study angles and perspective. I went over to look at them to give me something to distract myself and try and soften myself. But Rita followed me over and stood closely by me as I looked at them. She smoothed her shirt again and it looked like her nipples were a little firmer. I tried not to look. I failed.
The water got hot and she went and made the coffee - returning with two steaming mugs. First, I had to wait for it to cool a little and then I felt I had to finish it so as not to offend her. Time was dragging on and I didn't want to offend her by appearing to rush. I kept trying to make small talk. I also asked about the phone.
"Yes - I'll get it in a moment when we've had coffee" she responded.
"Have you any new art you are working on? Any pictures you can show me?" This from her to me. Said somewhat archly and I briefly wondered if she had read my mind about my last visit and my fantasy about her standing next to me while she looked at pictures on my phone. I laughed to myself but also felt a little uncomfortable. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I had fantasised about her.
"More coffee?" she asked - "Help finish the pot" and my mug was half full again. As she put the pot down on the kitchen table, she sat down close to me on the bench seat and I felt her leg pressed alongside mine.
"So - any pictures of things you are painting?" she asked again.
This was spooky. Like my fantasy almost. With coffee still to finish - I opened my current phone and tapped to a folder of pictures and went to hand her the phone to look. But Rita had other ideas. She pressed firmly alongside me on the bench and leaned in to look. There was no argument at this point - she was completely in my personal space and I could feel her lithe body pressed against me. My left hand was holding the phone, my right hanging behind me. She used her right finger to flick through the pictures on the phone and put her left hand on my thigh to steady herself. High on my thigh. If I hardened even a touch more, she would feel me. She was looking down at the pictures. Flicking through them. Her nipples clearly hardening and poking through her sweatshirt.
"Tell me," she asked, "Do you like what you see?"
