Viewpoints

[Cross-posted elsewhere, but changed the site to "Lit" here.]

Her Story

I am bored. Boys my age just want blowjobs or sex. They don't know how to flirt and they certainly don't know how to fill that nameless, faceless need in my soul.

His Story

Work is stressful, sex is nonexistent, household chores are never-ending. I need more.

Their Story

And then I went to Literotica and met someone...

His Story

I don't know what caught my eye about her. I've been on IRC for decades and certainly have seen everything. But there was something so fresh and pure and innocent in her darkness that I was intrigued and curious.

Her Story

He was clear about what he wanted from me. I was clear in explaining that I would have to take time to work up to that...if ever. And yet, a few days later, I was moaning in the phone to him, back arching up and exploding at his words, at what he promised, at what he gave to me.

Our Story

Within days, we were texting in the main rooms, we were texting in PMs, we were texting in Skype, calling on Skype. Most of it was flirting (or more), but the best times were when we simply talked to each other - learning about hobbies, or talking about work frustrations, or just talking.

His Story

Her voice, her laughter, the way I could hear her blush...

Her Story

His voice, his soft whimper, the way I could hear his need...

Our Story

And then it happened...

His Story

It started innocently. We had a few people leave the company who did the same thing she did, and I knew that they were hiring, and we do have a nice referral bonus...so I jokingly told her that we were hiring, and that I would refer her...

Her Story

When he told me that, I had already been looking for jobs, and ran across some in the city that his company was based in. I jokingly said that I'd seen an ad there for Company X and was thinking of applying. I heard nothing for a second, and wondered if the Skype call had dropped. Finally, I heard his voice, as serious as I've ever heard him say quietly, "That's my company."

Our Story

Things sped up after that. Resume shared, suggestions given, edits made, submitted to HR, phone interview, in-person interview - but he wasn't in town! Offer letter received...

Her Story

When I got the letter in the email, I skimmed it, but couldn't comprehend it. All I could think about was, "Could I work at his company with him? Could I work with him?"

His Story

I knew I wanted her to take the job, but I had to ask her 3 times to look at the salary and see if she could afford to live in that city, on that wage. When she said yes, my heart leapt. The next day, I went to work and tried to get a project delayed so that it would start just as she started...hoping she'd be assigned onto the team.

Our Story

We spent most of the night talking - she was packing for her flight and couldn't sleep. I was in my hotel room, and didn't want to. We only hung-up when the Uber car arrived, promising to see each other in a few short hours.

Her Story

While we were talking, I was planning on what I'd wear to the office that first day. I knew he liked my legs, so I made sure to wear a skirt and heels that flattered my legs and ass. I remembered the slight gasp of pleasure when I showed him a new bra and panty set that I had bought with him in mind. I picked a matching shirt that I knew would show cleavage with just a twist of a button, but was otherwise professional.

His Story

I woke up several hours before I needed to get up work, and took advantage to make sure everything was perfect. Ironed my clothes, shaved, and took a long shower. I still arrived early and made my way to the meeting room that was reserved all day, which was good because I was able to get the seat that I wanted - one away from where the full-time PM (and her trainer) would sit. She would have the perfect excuse to sit next to me.

Our Story

8:14am. 16 minutes before the meeting started. We were in the same office, but hadn't "been introduced" yet - both watching the clock, waiting for the Outlook reminder to go off. A minute later, and the reminder goes off, and gets dismissed.

Her Story

My knees were weak, fingers shaking, as I gathered my laptop, notebook, and various handouts about the project. As I started the walk to the conference room, I thought, "Would it be magical? Should we shake hands? Hug? Would he even want to? God, I'm so nervous, and I know the blush must be visible all over me."

His Story

I heard heels coming down the hall, and my mouth went dry. I haven't been this nervous in ages. She turned and walked into the conference room, pausing, and biting her lip, clearly nervous. I stand to meet her...

Our Story

Eyes locked into each other. Neither of us breathing. Hearts racing. Finally, small smiles appear on each other's face, then deepen. Breath returning, hearts calming. We meet halfway around the conference table, and give each other a quick chaste hug of two people who know each other personally, but not intimately. Others file into the room, and introductions are made. The meeting starts.

His Story

Hour two of the meeting. The PM is standing now, walking through the Powerpoint presentation on the projector. No one is on our side of the table, so I take a chance and slide my hand over her leg, just above her knee. My finger starts idly tracing against her skin.

Her Story

Oh my God. His hand, on my skin, finally. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, hoping no one can see my flush. Wait, is he writing words on my skin with his finger? What are they?

Our Story

MINE