It was mid-afternoon as he sat in his own small portion of the large open-plan office. There were some seventy-five people on this floor, and each had his own personal space of ten feet by eight feet, lined by screens that hid you from sight unless you were standing up. There was a constant buzz of telephones ringing, keyboards being battered and muffled conversations. He had been working on this set of figures for nearly two days now, and at long last it was beginning to take shape. He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his coffee and was just about to restart when the telephone rang.
He picked it up and automatically gave his extension number. As soon as he'd done it he realised it wasn't an office call. The line was too quiet.
"Hi, it's me." It was Patricia, but she sounded different, on edge almost. As she spoke he looked at the photo of her that sat permanently on the corner of his desk. She was of medium height with dark hair, her face wide across the cheek bones and pointed of chin. Her straight nose and soft, sensuous mouth belied by the direct gaze of her hazel eyes. Her figure was trim and spoke of regular works-outs in the gym. He thought about the way that she moved with an air of confidence and purpose, like a woman who knew what she wanted and would, more than likely, achieve her goal.
The picture showed her leaning against a tree and smiling to the camera. She had that wicked look in her eye which was why he loved this particular photo. The reason for the look was that when he had taken the picture he had been standing stark naked in front of her. He had been erect and had just pointed out the tree-stump he was going to fuck her over. As the smile had crossed her face... Snap! He took the photo. He kept it on his desk to remind him of the sensuous creature that awaited him when he got home each evening.
"Hello Patricia. Everything alright?"
"Yes fine. Are you busy?"
"Never too busy to talk to you, why has something come up?"
"Er,...sort of. You know how several times in recent months we've discussed various sexual fantasies to each other. Did you mean what you were saying?... Are you sure you can talk?"
"Yes, yes I'm sure I can talk. Did I mean what I was saying? Every word, you know that. Why?"
His heart skipped a beat as he asked this for she obviously had something in mind.
"One of the things that you keep telling me is that you fantasise over the idea of my making love to another man. Is that really true or is it just a fantasy? Think before you answer, it could be important."
"Christ Patricia, why are you asking? What's happened?"
"Answer the question David. Is it true? Do you get turned on by the thought of my making love to another man?"
"Yes, you know damn well I do. I'm almost coming on the spot just thinking about it. Why are you asking me this now?"
"I'll tell you. There is a man downstairs in our lounge. He was delivering some flowers ordered for me by my mother. I invited him in because I wanted to give him an order for a bouquet for the christening we are going to next weekend. To cut a long story short, as I'm trying to explain what I would like, he is staring at me as if he would like to devour me. He turns me on David, and so I thought about your fantasy."