I looked at my watch. It was getting close to quitting time and I had to speed it up a little. I had to get out on time today - promised to call Mouse as soon as I got home. I took a deep breath and picked up the next application from the pile to be entered into the system, typing as fast as I could. I kept moving, application after application after application when I saw someone approaching out of the corner of my eye. I looked up. It was Connie, lovely Connie, coming towards me.
I looked at her face, at her soft blonde hair. Her blouse was open enough to give a hint of softness. Her eyes blue, bright shown with innocence and knowledge. She was the desire of every man and perhaps even some women, in the office. I nodded my head and gave a small hello. She didn't even look, but I didn't care. I have Mouse.
Finally, the last application in and just in time. It was quitting time and I didn't have to stay late to finish. I was going to be able to call Mouse on time. I rushed out of the office, getting a glance of Connie getting into a big, fancy car. No matter, I had to hurry to call Mouse.
I got home and rushed to make myself comfortable by the phone, but I forced myself to wait. I didn't want to seem too eager to talk to her. I calmed myself down and then dialed her number. As the phone rang, I felt my excitement building up again.
"Hello, this is Mouse," I heard.
"Mouse, hello," I whispered.
"Chad? Is that you, hun? You're right on time."
"I'd never be late for you," I said.
"You're so sweet. I've been sitting here thinking about you. It was getting me excited. You know I always get excited when I think about you."
"I've felt the same all day. It was hard working when all I wanted to do was think about the things I wanted to do to you."
She laughed softy. "Like what, hun? I hope it's as good as some of the things I was thinking about doing to you."
I smiled to myself. "Oh, I was thinking how'd you grab me just as I came through the door, barely giving me enough time to shut it. Then you'd put your hand against me, feeling my soft cock, before putting yourself against me to kiss me."
"Mmmmmm, you know I'd be eager to want you, hun. I've been alone all day getting horny thinking about you while you were hard at work."
"Yeah. Then as we kissed, I'd move my arms from your back, down to your ass. You'd be wearing a short skirt and I'd put my hands underneath it to feel your soft ass through your panties."
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Then I'd move my hands back up to the top of your panties and I'd slide my hands underneath. I'd want to feel that soft skin."
"Oh, Chad, I'd be kissing you so desperately, my tongue playing in your mouth. You know I'd start to get wet thinking about what you're going to do."
"Baby, are you now? Are you starting to get wet now?"
"Yes, hun."
"Are you touching yourself yet?"
"Not yet."
"Then unzipper your pants. You're wearing pants, right? Make your pants nice and loose so you can touch yourself."
"OK, honey," and I heard a zipper and the rustling of clothes.
"My hands will move, along the crack of your ass, stopping to play with your asshole. You like your asshole played with don't you babe? Get it relaxed in case I decide to fuck you in the ass."
"Oh, yes, honey, I love your finger rubbing my asshole. I love you sticking a finger into it and finger fucking it."
