Dear Reader, This is a sequel to "Foreign Affair." Although it will stand alone, it's based upon events from that story which are not necessarily explained on their own merits here. I highly suggest you check that one out first, or reread it as I know it's been quite a while, before reading this. I hope you find it as delicious to read as it was to write. As always β feedback and votes appreciated.
Damn.
I glanced at my watch, bleary eyed and tired. 11:15 on a Thursday evening. I'd been here at work since 5 am, and barely 24 hours until the deadline. I glanced back at the page I was trying to proof read and immediately noticed a glaring error. "Funny," I thought, "I know I've looked at that paragraph at least two times and I haven't got a clue what it says. If I could just do something to wake up β maybe an hour more and I could be done for tonight." I knew that wasn't going to be, I was going to have to gut it out; I had to be done tonight, so everyone else could finish their part tomorrow. It was only going to make a few million dollars difference if we didn't finish on time, somehow I sort of thought THAT might be noticed. I sighed, leaned back, rubbed my eyes and tried to continue.
Leaning forward onto my knees once again to read the papers on the desk directly in front of me, I crossed my arms and my hands fit naturally to my own breasts. I rubbed my nipples, then unbuttoned two middle buttons on my shirt, reached inside and played with my nipples some more. I felt a vague thickening in my cock. " God would I love a blow job right now. Lean back and watch some sweetie licking my lollipop." I'd been fighting off being horny all afternoon. Now here it was approaching midnight. "What the hell," I thought. "I'm the only one in the building, I could just go on in to the bathroom; shit β as far as that goes there's nobody else here and I could do it right here...."
I clicked on the internet icon, and when yahoo came up, I immediately kicked myself. "You dumb fuck, you know better than that." If there's one thing absolutely verboten in most businesses it's browsing porn sites on the computers. I've always refrained from mixing business β and pleasure. I clicked on the messenger, but it showed nobody that I knew on line. "I wonder what Bridge is doing?" I thought. "Haven't talked to her in what, 6 months or more?"
I'd been horny all afternoon. Working on this damn report hadn't been easy β besides being dry and boring I was just plain tired. 12 to 16 hour days for three weeks, come Monday I'd love to just never get out of bed. My hand dropped to my pants, I rubbed and squeezed my cock, which although it felt good, refused to grow anymore. I sighed, and leaned forward resting my head on the desk as I continued to try to read the unintelligible gibberish in my lap. I was just going to close my eyes for a second....
I awoke with a start and quick glance at the clock. 11:55, I don't know how long I'd dozed, but rather than refreshed after nearly 19 non-stop hours, the maybe half an hour of shut-eye had made me groggier. I really didn't realize I'd been woken up, until the computer chimed again. Glancing up, I was surprised to see who was on line.
Sweetlilmons: Hello Jim it's been quite some time.
Sweetlilmons: Jim, Are you there?
I hadn't thought of her in ages, and here maybe only twenty to thirty minutes later she popped up online.
Jim_Balloo: Yeah, I'm here. Sorry β I think I was dozing off.
Sweetlilmons: I haven't heard from you in long time.
Jim_Balloo: I know. Sorry, it's so hard with the time difference. We just never seem to cross paths. I thought of you just a little bit ago, your name popped into my mind.
Sweetlilmons: So many times I hope you are on line, but don't find you there. You make me entertain myself without your help LOL. Are you about to go to bed?
Jim_Balloo: No β but I wish I was. I'm still at work.
Sweetlilmons: Are you kidding? What time is it there?
Jim_Balloo: Midnight.
Sweetlilmons: Why so late? Are you not tired?
Jim_Balloo: Dead tired. I think I just fell asleep at my desk here. I remember looking at my watch at 11:15 or so, but I don't remember doing anything since. I've got some work I have to get finished before the guys come in tomorrow as we're up against a deadline. I'm so tired I can't see straight, but I know if I take a nap anywhere but right here in my chair I probably won't wake up until morning. That, and I've been horny all afternoon β can't keep my concentration on my work.
Sweetlilmons: Ummm. Maybe that's why I came and checked on line? You were thinking of me? Naughty thoughts I hope? LOL
Jim_Balloo: Of you? Always. LOL
Sweetlilmons: How naughty?
Jim_Balloo: I was thinking of someone crawling between my legs and making love to my cock.
Sweetlilmons: Oh, so you wanted me to be your personal cocksucker? LOL
Jim_Balloo: Absolutely.
Sweetlilmons: Some day. If we ever meet. I know you've got a tasty one. I want to do that.
Jim_Balloo: How do you know?
Sweetlilmons: I just know. Some one as fun as you has to be sweet. Are you going to take time out of your work to talk dirty to me?
Jim_Balloo: Are you alone?
Sweetlilmons: Not quite, but I can be soon. My daughter is going to spend the day with a friend and I'll be alone then. Can you wait half hour?
Jim_Balloo: Good, then I can take a nap in the meantime. I'm going to sit here in my chair and I'll let the chime wake me when you come back.
Sweetlilmons: Ok, I'll be back.
Jim_Balloo: Are you going to dress naughty?
Sweetlilmons: Dress? Who's going to be dressed? LOL
Jim_Balloo: Well, I'm at work, I can't exactly play like normal.
Sweetlilmons: Oh too bad, it's always more fun to be naked together. I'll be back