The sound of fingers clacking on keyboards filled the office. I sat at my desk, blankly staring at a glowing monitor. I let out a bored sigh as I opened another pointless excel document. My long, lithe fingers clacked on the keyboard as my mind wandered. I'd been restless this entire morning. It was the same boring shit everyday.
Just thinking about the monotony of work made me bored and horny. I needed a break. I needed something new to spice things up.
My phone vibrated in the pocket of my pant suit, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out, wondering who it could be. People rarely texted me during work, and if it was a text, it was usually from some stupid horny guy that I matched with online months ago.
I smiled at the phone's screen. It was a message from Chris.
His text simply read, "Beach is empty. Meet in an hour?"
I started to feel a flush creep into my cheeks. I'd met Chris a month ago at a cooking class that I'd taken on a whim. We'd been partnered together, and I couldn't have been happier. That whole night it'd been hard to focus on the cooking with him standing right next to me. I'd been lucky though. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was smart too. He'd gracefully polish over my mistakes, cracking subtle jokes the whole time. The experience had revived my faith that not all men were disgusting pigs.
I'd been elated when he'd asked for my number after the cooking class. Since then we'd gone on a few dates, and he'd taken me to a private beach near his house. Just thinking of the place made my heart flutter.
My fingers ran across my phone's keyboard, "Perfect. I was starting to get bored at work!"
I powered off my computer as the clacking of the office hummed in the background. I picked up my purse and left my desk. My co-workers barely spared me a second glance.
On my way out I passed by Ted; the office's pervert. I could feel his eyes run up and along my lean, athletic frame as I passed. I smiled at myself. The greasy little fuck would have a better chance of becoming president than getting with me.
I felt the lingering gaze of his eyes on my ass. He could stare all he wanted, it took a completely different breed of man to get with me.
I hopped into my car and sped off towards Chris' beach house. The closer I got, the more excited I became. I could barely sit still in my car as I breezed through traffic. I felt the blood rush to my groin just thinking about how much better my day was about to be.
After rushing down a few long country roads, I arrived in front of Chris' house. It was a weathered looking, two story beach house. The first floor had an open floor plan, where a good portion of the walls were sliding doors, letting you really open up the place on nice days. For being in a place that was in perpetual summer, it was the perfect house.
Today the sliding walls were moved back to let the lovely summer breeze blow through. Chris was standing in his kitchen drinking a mojito. He watched me as I slid out of my car. His long, dark hair cascaded over his rough face.
He smiled at me as I walked over. I smiled back, my heart fluttering. His jawline could cut stone.
I stepped up into his house. He walked over towards me with two mojitos in hand.
"You look lovely today. I like seeing you in your work clothes." He said to me, his voice deep and gravely.
"Why thank you." I replied, taking a mojito out of his hand, "I happen to love seeing you in your work clothes too." A smile spread across my face.
He looked down at his worn blue button up and mid thigh khaki shorts. A snort escaped his lips.
"Are you ever going to stop teasing me for that?" He asked, taking a sip from his drink.
"Am I? Probably not. I mean, come on! I didn't even know you could make a living off of writing erotica until I met you. I really fucking missed out when they were handing out jobs at the job factory." I teased, unbuttoning the top button of my blouse.
"I can't argue with that. It does have its downsides though. Can't exactly go home and tell mom and pop about my work, now can I?"
"Oh please, like that matters. You think I like going home and telling my folks about the wonderful life of being an accountant? God I really needed this today though. Work was getting to be a bit of a drag."
I took a sip of my mojito as I followed Chris out to the back of the house. The house sat on a slight hill. Below us, a private beach lead out to a sea of wonderfully clear blue water. There wasn't another soul for miles around. I kicked off my heels and lay down on a beach lounge chair next to Chris.
He took hold of my free hand as he lay in a chair next to mine. His rough hands were gentle with me. His touch sent a wave of energy up my arm. My breath caught in my chest.
"It's a lovely day. I'm sorry to have called you out here. I was having trouble thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it'd be if you were out here with me."
