Dear Simon:
I am finally home. It was a long day at the office phone calls, emails, meetings and tons of complaints. In the middle of all that drama I got your text.
What are you wearing?
I blushed in the middle of a meeting. You know how hot I get when you ask me that. Hot and wet. I put my phone in my briefcase so I wouldn't be distracted. However, that didn't seem to work. I felt the phone vibrating against the leather and imagined later when you would run my vibrator against my soft, silky, moistened cunt.
I made some sort of excuse and took my briefcase into the bathroom. Grabbing my phone as it vibrated again. I placed my thumb on the home button and there it was, your giant, rigid, throbbing cock. You were jerking off in the toilets at work again weren't you? You naughty boy.
I didn't answer you on purpose. I wanted to wait, to let my desire build. Oh and did it build, by the time everyone else had left the office I was like the Hoover Dam about to burst. So before I left I went into the bathroom again and removed my knickers and tossed them in the bin.
The air was so cool as it filtered up my skirt and caressed my wet pussy. I walked for about a quarter of a mile before I reached my destination. You know that lovely little sex shop we always visit? I popped in there. Walking around the store I eyed a tall young man who wasn't half bad. He was nervously browsing the movies, he picked one and headed towards the back. I followed him watching to see which door he chose. Number 4, like your birthday, lovely.