Chapter 2: Anna Meets a MILF
I slept like a rock. The exhaustion from the trip--the shower, the sex--all contributed to a deep, dreamless slumber.
I woke up before my alarm went off. I usually did. While trying not to disturb David, I pulled out a black bra and thong from the dresser and slipped them on. For my outfit I chose a pair of black dress pants with a white cashmere sweater, simple but stylish enough for a client meeting. I decided to forego the shower despite the previous night's sex. I was clean enough.
After a quick breakfast of a boiled egg, toast, and half a banana, I was out the door and on the number 18 tram sandwiched between the mass of fellow morning commuters.
I looked around at my fellow passengers: students, businesspeople, and mothers with small children. I was young, single and free. I had a live-in boyfriend, but I was still a long way away from marriage. Looking at one of the mothers, a woman not much older than me struggling to cajole her toddler, I shuddered at the thought of one day having to be burdened by that responsibility.
The tram wound its way through the city sliding along the metal tracks with a vibrating rumble that changed pitch as it picked up speed after each stop. Doors shuddered open and closed as people got on and off.
I moved over to the center of the car and grabbed the metal pole. I always preferred to stand rather than sit, I could stay mobile and felt more in control.
This was my stop, Järntorget.
As the tram slowed, I pushed towards the door. I braced to keep my balance just as the car stopped. The doors rumbled open. There was a blast of cold air. I stepped outside.
It was a sunny day in January. Some people were even wearing shades. I should have brought mine. With a flip I threw the end of my red scarf around my neck and made my way towards the office in the "Lipstick Building" in Lilla Bommen. At least I worked in one of the more unique-looking buildings in Gothenburg, even if I was only a junior associate.
The "lipstick" building was an 86-meter-high post-modern high rise with twenty-two floors that looked like it was constructed from Legos. Two sections rose from the ground and came together to make a V-shape that rose into the air with the top floors converging to make a slanted peak. The outside of the building was mostly white with the red angled top section making the tower look like a gigantic tube of lipstick.
I entered the large, marbled lobby and ducked inside an elevator just before the doors closed. Once inside the empty car, I pressed the button for floor eleven then enjoyed the brief moment of solitude on the way up.
I was now inside the small lobby that was the entrance of our office, I passed my ID card over the card reader and pushed open the glass door that said, "Lundqvist PR Partners Partners". The receptionist desk was empty as usual. Companies did away with receptionists long ago, so instead visitors had to press a button announcing their arrival signaling to someone inside that they had to come to the front to greet them. The receptionist desk just kind of sat there like a monument to the past.
"Oh hi!"
The voice came from Nelly, our new intern. I almost crashed into her as I turned the corner into the main office area. She was holding a water bottle and looked like she was on her way to the kitchen.
"Hi," I returned.
Nelly was medium height, rather thin, with shoulder-length blonde hair that she often pulled back into a short ponytail revealing a shy, innocent face. With a small, upturned nose, she was rather cute. I always wondered if she was attached and made a point to try and ask her when the opportunity arose.
"You the only one here?" I asked.
"No, Oskar and Jenny are here too, so you'll have some company," she smiled. Her voice was deeper than one would expect from such a timid soul, and I started to wonder if behind that innocent façade lay a naughty girl.
"Ah, okay. I'll only be here until lunch, then I have a presentation at a client. Will probably call it a day after that."
"So, how was your trip? You were in Stockholm, right?"
"Yep, it was fine. We concluded on everything in time, so that was good."
She stood there straight as an arrow, like an attentive child listening to the instructions of a parent. Her arms dropped to belly-level where she cupped the black water bottle in front of her. I noticed the Nordic Wellness logo printed on it.
"So, you work out at Nordic Wellness?" I asked.
"Well, yeah..." she replied with a little laugh. "I try to anyway."
"Oh, so do I....at least I try to."
She laughed.
I smiled.
I imagined that little round butt of hers in black workout tights up on the stair climber, her legs burning as she stepped up the moving escalator.
"Which one do you go to?" I asked.
"Usually the one in Molndal."
"Oh, okay. So you live in Molndal?"
"Yeah, for now."
I raised my eyebrows.
"You looking to move?"
"Well, yes. Me and my boyfriend both work in the city center so we would like to move closer, the commute is becoming a challenge."
"Yeah, I can imagine. What does your boyfriend do?"
"He's actually a teaching assistant at the university. He's gotten a research grant while he finishes his PhD."
"Cool. What's his field?"
"Information technology. His thesis is on the digitalization of something-or-other in the global marketplace."
I loved the way her face scrunched up and how her little oval mouth opened wide revealing a set of perfect white teeth.
She was probably horrified the first time she took her boyfriend's dick into her mouth, but I'll bet she eventually became addicted to performing the act; how fond she became of the feeling of the soft piece of flesh growing into a thick, gnarly column in her mouth. How she discovered how to own him by doing this; looking up at him and watching him moan with pleasure until he shot his seed into her mouth. No doubt the first time she choked and spit out the vile fluid, but she learned to force his come down her throat, eventually liking it.
"Wow, sounds cool," I finally answered realizing I had been staring at her scrunched-up face trying to imagine her mouth wrapped around her boyfriend's dick.
"Don't ask me what it's all about, it's his thing," she continued. "He tries to explain it to me but it's w-a-a-a-y over my head." Another innocent giggle.
"Well, I guess two make a good couple then; he's the techie and you're the..."
"I'm studying communications."
"So, you're the creative one, then?"
"You can say that," she laughed.
"Okay, well happy Friday. I'm going to grab a desk and try to make myself useful."
A giggle, followed by, "Have a great day."
"You too."
