10 o'clock Thursday..
I'm sitting at a table in the Future of Flight cafe having coffee and a pastry. The entire length of the wall in front of me is comprised of floor to ceiling glass panels. As I stare at the well-maintained courtyard lawn my thoughts go to Leah.
At this time of day she is off work. Is she at the health club in the sauna? Is she at the grocery store or just at the mall? Maybe she's out for a run.
I scrolled through my contact list to her number and dialed with one touch. It rang twice.
"Hello," said a voice.
"Leah what are you doin' at the moment?"
"At the moment I'm walking in the Pacific Place mall window shopping."
"Did you buy anything?"
"I just got here."
"I'm in the cafe staring out the window."
"Staring out the window," she teased. "Do you Ever do any work?"
"No," I said playing along with her.
"I see some nice tops on the mannequins in front of me."
"I can't wait to see what you buy."
"It's time to shop."
Hearing that, I ended the call. Besides, I had to get back to my desk.
Later in the evening after finishing a meal I went outside to my balcony overlooking the parking lot three stories below. There, I listened to Jazz music through my noise canceling headphones. My i-pad leaned against the wall beside the sliding door. Every car that belongs here, except that which belonged to Leah, was parked here.
Like me, Leah is a big fan of the music so I made the decision to get tickets to Dimitrious Jazz Alley. Unfortunately, I had to put off going until she has a night off.
Hon you really need to take a night off.
I went back inside after a long while, stopped the music, turned the tv on and plopped into my rocking chair. It is still set to the Hallmark channel. A chick flick resumed. Having seen it already just a day ago, I changed the station.
Time to get naked. Pretending that Leah is here with me, I got undressed. My black hi-rise flare pants and silver twisted sequined top, the same clothes I wore to work, were left on the livingroom floor. A second passed before the Nude Bali underwire bra slipped from my boobs.
I slid a recently purchased blazing pink silicone vibrator into my panties. It's bulbous end rested on my clit and the thin end on my G spot. I picked up the remote and dialed a setting that sent pleasing sensations into my lady parts.
My body soon began reacting to the stimulus. Blood rushed south making my clitoris hard. My labia had parted exposing inner reproductive parts. Muscles went into spasms causing me to quiver. I bucked then bucked again.
I moaned softly as the muscle tension increased. My vagina ballooned. Juices spread making me feel sticky down there.
Suddenly my orgasm left me huffing. I slouched against the back of the chair. I had barely recuperated when the second orgasm happened. This time I would hit the button deactivating the toy.
Sometimes I like to wear a dress instead of pants and a top. On Friday morning I donned a floral figure-flattering sleeveless tank top dress. So what if it shows a little bit of cleavage.
The dress drew a complement from a colleague. Linda Henner and I chatted for a minute before I headed to my desk and she to hers.
Occasionally when the work load is light I let my mind drift. Leah Flemming lives in part of it.
Boeing is known for a friendly atmosphere toward LGBTQ people. Linda, though straight, married and with two children, has been a workplace friend for years. I've known for a long time that her sister Callie is a lesbian.
Anyway I joined her for coffee in the afternoon.
"My sister and her wife just bought a house."
"Great, what town is it in?"
"It's in South Hill. That's near Tacoma."
"I know South Hill. I grew up there."
