At work, Monique is frantically trying to get her laptop to work while talking to a help desk representative while other phones are constantly ringing. Since she's the only person in the building due to the COVID pandemic, she can't get immediate help. They suggest she send her laptop to the manufacturer to get it fixed. This won't help her since there's a document Rob emailed her needing it to be proofread for an upcoming contract signing. She puts her laptop down and focuses on the calls. How the hell does a laptop shut off as soon as she opens to check emails? Rob would have been here, but he's home with COVID himself. Now he's counting on her with his workload. She heads to his office to search for his laptop. Thank goodness, he gave her his password to access it. However, after several minutes of looking, it's nowhere to be found. She calls him.
"Rob, my laptop isn't working. Where's yours?"
He's silent.
"It's on my lap," he answers.
She sighs heavily. In the background, he hears the phones ringing.
"Listen, don't worry about it. I'll get someone else to proofread it for me," he tells her.
"Alright Rob. Really sorry for the inconvenience. I don't know why my laptop isn't working. I have to send it to manufacturing. That's going to take days to fix. I just...," her voice quivers.
"Hey Monique. It's okay. Just take care of what you can and head home. Leave early for the day," he says.
She takes a deep breath.
"Alright, I will. Thank you, Rob," she tells him.
"No worries. Take care of yourself. I'll call you next week," he says before ending the call.
Several hours later, she arrives home only to have to deal with loud arguing coming from Latrell's room. She removes her face mask and sighs heavily. Her nerves are already on edge. This has been the worst few months. With the pandemic, her children doing remote learning and the stress of her job, she feels like she's going to lose it. She takes deep breaths and heads to the bathroom. After removing her clothes, a thorough shower and disinfecting the doors, she goes into her son's room.
"Hey guys! What's going on?"
They both stare at her and start talking at once. She shuts her eyes to calm the rage that's building up. She puts one hand up to silence them.
"One at a time. Latrell, you go first," she says.
"We're trying to figure out this math problem. She's saying one thing while the teacher taught me differently. We're trying to find a mutual ground, but it's not working," he states.
She nods and stares at Tasha.
"The way his teacher taught him isn't the way I learned it. I'm trying to show him my way, but he's not listening," she tells.
Monique sighs again and gets the chair by the wall. As soon as she sits, she checks the problem. She helps them solve the problem by showing there's more than one way to get the answer. For almost two hours, she helps them with the schoolwork.
"Alright, I'm going to go lie down," she tells them as she gets up.
"Mom, are you alright? You look stressed," Tasha says.
"I am," she admits.
"Maybe you should take some time off and go away," she suggests.
Monique shrugs her shoulders.
"I don't know. I'll think about it," she answers as she walks out of Latrell's room.
She heads to her bedroom and climbs in her bed. She grabs her phone to see if she has any messages. She has two. They're from Matt. She smiles as she starts reading them.
"Hey beautiful lady. I miss you! I can't wait to see you again. To hold you in my arms. The hours of sex we'll be having. The multiple orgasms I'll give you. Just thinking about it has me hard. Damn, I wish I was with you right now."
The next text reads.
"Will there be a chance I could see you soon? I want to plan something special. A getaway if possible. Let me know. Take care. Miss you."
She responds to his message as she has an idea.
"Hey Matt! I miss you too. Been thinking about you and wanting to get away myself. So, what do you say to going to a spa resort for a day of relaxation and fun? I can make reservations to the resort I go to on a yearly basis. Get back and let me know."
A few seconds later, Matt replies with a "Hell yeah!" She starts laughing.
"Great, we have to get the Covid test first and wait for the results. We can go to the resort next week. Until then, here's a picture for you to stroke to."
She gets on her knees spreading them apart as she aims her phone above her. She lifts her right breast up to her mouth as she licks her nipple. As soon as it becomes hard, she takes the picture. She sends it.
Matt replies with a picture of himself naked with him stroking his hard cock. She gets out her bed and locks the door. She turns on music and decides to face time with him. Before she does, she heads into her closet. In the far corner, there's a box. She pulls the top and retrieves her dildo. Since being with Matt, she didn't need it. She climbs in her bed and calls him. He answers on the first ring.
"I was so hoping you'll call," he says smiling.
"After the picture you sent me, I need to relieve some stress," she tells him as she shows him her dildo.
He gasps. Then a crooked grin shows on his face.
"You are such a naughty girl. I'll have to punish you when I see you," he tells her.
She smiles as she hovers the dildo over her mouth and sticks out her tongue. She flicks the tip before sucking on the head.
"Damn baby, you are so sexy! I can't wait to have you," he says.
She has an idea as she sits up. She puts her earphones on.
"Let me go get my tripod so you can get a full view," she says smirking.
"Handle your business. I'll wait," he responds.
She hops out of her bed again. She goes to the closet and gets the tripod. After setting it up, she places her phone on it and angles it towards her bed. She gets back on her bed grabbing her dildo. She lies back and throws her legs in the air. She places the dildo at her opening teasing herself.
"Tell me, how should I fuck myself?" she purrs.
"Mmmm, slowly slide it in deep and fuck yourself in a nice and easy pace. I want to see the dildo cover in your juices," Matt breathes.
She complies as she pushes the dildo slowly inside her. He can see her pussy opening and being stretched.
"Damn, does my cock open you like that baby?" he questions as he grips his cock and slowly strokes it from tip to base.
"No," she pauses as she gasps.
"You open me wider," she finishes as the dildo fills her completely.
Matt strokes his cock in the same teasing slowness as Monique. She bends her knees moving them towards her chest. He gasps as his cock throbs. He remembers every time she pushed her knees towards her chest, she felt incredibly tight. With his other hand, he cups his balls and massages them. They're full and heavy. He licks his lips as he continues staring at her. Watching her fuck herself slowly with her dildo. He feels like a pervert watching her through her window and he loves it.
