I can be a good girl!
I bit my lip as I read the text message
P HERE 2ISH IF U CAN MAKE IT XXX
My fingers hovering over the keys, my mind flitting about thinking what to reply knowing full well that there was no way I would be home at 4pm let alone 2pm. Biting my lip harder I typed out my reply and hit send
PLZ don't shower after : )
Putting my phone back on my desk I tapped the screen, you knew my afternoon was now going to be wasted, having to be at work but doing nothing but think of you and your 'other' blonde, I smiled, shaking my head as I sighed thinking 'fucking tease!'
Phone ringing, paperwork filed, typing endless invoices, customers in and out and yet all the time I watched the clock, I could have replied with so many things half of me wanting to be there, to tell you no fucking way, wait until I am home, to ask you to call me so I could hear her, to tell you what to do and what not too, the other half of me wishing she was not coming over, knowing that she will be touching my man, wanting to tell you no, please just don't all mixed with that strongest thought of, 'enjoy angel but I own you remember'.
You got your tease, that ache as the time ticked ever on and the fingers approached 2pm. My mind was picturing the two of you together, how you would be licking her sweet pussy and arse until she came over your lips. How your fingers would be working her, taking her closer then over the edge, her panting, gasping, being made to say your name as she came before she even got to touch your rock hard cock that you will have wanked in front of her as she was made to watch.
I'd never met this other woman, times and work schedules always seemed to never gel, all I knew was what you had told me. Deep down I wanted to meet her as much as I knew you having her was something that was yours and yours alone, even if you did share with me your plays with her, what you did and where you had done them over the months you had known her. An odd situation maybe to some as you had seen, met and joined in with so many of 'my' fucks and yet this blonde was yours.
I felt the tingle between my thighs, my pussy throbbing from the simple thoughts and pictures my mind was playing out. You were an amazing tease and you know how to fuck like no other man I had ever fucked but you knew more than anything else how to push my buttons, I smirked as I said out loud 'bastard!'
I tried to blank the thoughts but they kept ticking just like the clock, one then two hours passed, I checked mail, I went into chat, anything to kill time, but the hours went slowly despite the amount of work I was doing and the busy day around me. I had toyed with the idea of locking my office door, leaning back and just fingering myself until I came but I knew that was not part of your tease, I was to wait, to hold, so you could find that joy in being able to see what your little tease had done to me.
6.30pm and I was driving, cussing at the total madness on the freeway as I did every day, muttering and marvelling at how some people were given a licence to power anything bigger than a food mixer let alone a car that could kill at the flick of its wheel. At least my mind was off your tease for a few moments until I turned the corner and drove up the street. I clicked the switch and watched the garage roller door slide up, I could see your truck sat to the left and I wondered if you had heard the door. Were you home or had you walked somewhere, been driven by another? Bag and phone gathered then out and into the house, key turning, opening the door quietly to be met with a sound I had asked not to hear, the shower!
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I dropped my bag onto the chair next to the door and rather than kicking my shoes off I just walked up the stairs, listening, the water running, the unmistakable sound of it hitting the glass but no splashes, no stops or breaks in its flow and other than that, nothing, no other sound. At the top of the stairs I could see the bedroom door was closed, I was holding my breath, was she still there, had you heard the doors and were simply keeping quiet? Grinning I reached for and turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The bed was made, no ruffles, smoothed to hotel perfection, our smells in the room but no others. I crept in and peeked around the corner of the walk in robe to see the bathroom door open and in the mirror your reflection in the shower, just yours, you were alone. My brow wrinkled with that quizzical almost surprised look as I watched you shower. I stood watching the beads of water running down the glass, making tracks through the steam that was trying to cloud my view. You were humming some tune as I hear you cup the water then let it run over your hair before the unmistakable sound of you, mouth open then closed before you dribbled out the warm water down your chest.
Walking past the bed I stepped onto the tiles of the bathroom floor, my metal tipped heels clicking giving my chance for surprise away. Kicking the crumpled towels on the floor out of my way I pulled open the door and waited that few seconds before you opened your eyes and smiled at me.
"I asked you NOT to shower, WHEN did she leave?" I asked, putting the emphasis on not and when as I placed my hands on my hips as if I were a mother addressing her child who had just crayoned on the wall.
"How's your cunt Kells?" your smirk and eyebrow rising giving you that oh so smug look I had seen so many times.
I stepped closer so that I could feel the splashes of water as they bounced off your shoulders, "Never you mind how my cunt is, why are you in the shower?" my smirk trying to match yours.
"Lift your skirt, now, show me, I want to see how wet you are," you said as your hand cupped your balls then slide over your cock, "Have you touched by the way?" your words questioning me as you stared into my face seeing that my eyes were watching your fingers wrap around your shaft.
"Ah I see, gonna make me wait hu, hummmmmm okay, but I will get it out of you," my words and eyes telling you as they met yours that I was going to play your little game, for now.
I slid my hand down my left thigh to find the slit of the wrapped kilt type skirt I was wearing and slide my fingers across and under the cloth until I could feel the edge of the inner wrap and then the tops of my stockings. Twisting my fingers I pressed them against the black sheer you had seen cover my pussy when I dressed in the morning. The wet was there, you knew it would be, soaking slowly during the day until the sheer was drenched and it would have been a good idea to have taken them off.