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."
Oskar and Jenny were sitting at their usual desks in the middle of the office landscape. They looked up and gave me a wave as I drifted over to one of the open desks by the window. They were both plugged into their computers via a headset following online meetings.
We had open seating since so many people travelled or were out meeting clients, it didn't make sense to have assigned desks otherwise there'd be a bunch of empty desks taking up space.
I took off my coat and scarf then hung them up on the nearby coat rack and plopped down at my desk. After opening up my laptop bag I set up my computer and stared out the window while the thin
HP Elitebook
glowed to life.
From our side of the building the sweeping expanse of the Göta Älv Bridge arced over the gray ribbon of the river below. Cars and trucks crawled slowly across it in both directions like two opposing columns of ants.
From our floor you had a good view of the city, and it was too easy to get lost in thoughts as the dull gray machinery of it all lured you into a trance. Being up here on the 11
th
floor allowed one to observe it all from a warm comfortable distance.
Okay, now time to work.
I pulled the USB from my bag and inserted it into the drive. I traced down with my mouse to find the file containing the presentation we worked on in Stockholm. When I clicked to open it, I felt tired already.
Fuck, I can't wait until this day is over.
I got up to get a cup of coffee.
Nelly was sitting at one of the desks near Jenny and Oskar. I felt her eyes follow me as I headed towards the kitchen.
For the rest of the morning, I played around with the presentation tweaking it here and there. I had no fucking clue whatsoever about commercial real estate development, but I got a crash course by working on this project. The shit bored me to tears, but I enjoyed the working with people part. I got to meet many different kinds of people in this job and I often rubbed elbows with top managers and other decision makers. This was cool.
When I got to the point where I felt I was just fucking it up instead of improving it, I called it done. I leaned back in my chair, grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my Instagram.
There was that Johanna Wisten bitch doing walking lunges with a 100kg barbell on her back. In her usual Skintight pink workout pants, the crack of her ass made a deep black line that cut between two round globes of her muscular glutes.
The next frame showed her pushing a bunch of weight on a leg press machine. Another swipe and she was at the hip thrust station pushing up a heavily loaded barbell laying across her upper thighs with a piece of heavy black foam underneath the bar for padding. In 3 of 4, she was doing regular barbell squats, the crack of her ass making its usual statement. The last frame, 4 of 4, was a close up of her sweaty face while she huffed and puffed between sticky thick lips.
I wondered if she gave good head.
I began to contemplate my own oral pleasuring abilities. All the guys I sucked off always said I was one of the best, but I bet they said that to all the girls. I couldn't imagine a blowjob going wrong. I always got them off, even if they were stupid drunk and could barely get it up. And I always swallowed. The taste of come never bothered me, even the first time a guy ever came in my mouth I kind of liked it. So many of my friends hated it and freaked out the first time they tasted jizz.
"Anna..." It was Nelly's voice.
"Yeah?" I turned my phone over.
"Maria just pinged me and said you might need my help with your presentation."
"Oh...yeah. Well, let me see."
Fuck, I wished she hadn't seen me looking through Instagram.
"I'm pretty much done, but if you could proof it for typos or anything that doesn't make sense..."
