It is 7am and I am lying in bed, thinking of you. I woke early this morning, maybe because I am in a strange room, more likely because of the noise of the traffic. I had an early dinner last night and only a couple of drinks in the bar, as there was no-one there I really wanted to converse with. I knew you wouldn't phone last night, although you knew I was here. I knew you wouldn't be able to get away without arousing suspicion and there was no way I could have turned up at the do you were at. All the same, I had spent an age getting ready, just in case. I even shaved my pussy completely, knowing you like that.
I tried it for the first time at your suggestion. I was amazed at my arousal as I was doing it, and I loved the feeling of my smooth, wet folds. As I was rinsing myself in the shower, I couldn't help but switch the massaging shower head to pulse and press it to my smooth mound, my fingers flicking quickly over my clit and up into my pussy. I came almost immediately, convulsing around my fingers, breathe ragged. I staying in the shower much longer than usual.
Remembering that morning, one hand idly plays with the ribbon on my knickers while with the other, I pinch my nipple. I don't have to be anywhere till 11am, I could lie here for hours if I wanted. I decide to have a bath and while the water is running, I indulge in a little reminiscing.
I cast my mind back to our last meeting. It was weeks ago now, but I remember it vividly. We met at the services for coffee that morning on our way down to a meeting. Our conversation turned to sex as it often does when we are sure we cannot be overheard. I've never talked with anyone the way I talk with you, not even with my closest female friends. We ask deeply personal questions and answer with complete honesty. We use words and expressions I do not use in polite company. We have shared experiences, fantasies, dreams, arousing each other with words, our body language expressing our mutual desire. But long ago I made a rule, no-one at work, and we have never kissed, never even touched.
This time, I was telling you of my attempt to seduce a female friend while in the spa the night before. She once mentioned a curiosity about women and from that moment, I developed a crush on her. I had often told you how the sight of her body has aroused me, how I have dreamed of playing with her breasts, tasting her nipples and caressing her pussy. It was you who encouraged me to see if the feeling was mutual, saying if I didn't try I would never know. As I told you of her gentle rejection, your hand went to my knee in a gesture of sympathy. Your touch sent electric shocks up my spine. This was the first time you had ever touched me. I quickly forgot my disappointment. You told me that she must be mad to refuse me, that she had no idea what she was missing. I looked into your eyes and saw your hunger, for you have never had me either. A sudden warmth grew between my legs at your touch. I smiled and tried to say something about not spoiling a good friendship, but the words stuck in my throat as you started stroking the inside of my leg. I took a shuddering breath. Watching me closely, you removed your hand and leaned back in your chair. I almost cried out in loss. The conversation moved back to work, but I wasn't really listening. All I could think about was your touch.
I crossed my legs and my skirt rose a little, showing the top of my hold-ups. You suddenly smiled, and asked if I was wearing knickers. Smiling myself, I told you I was, and describe them in minute detail: a black mesh thong with pink ribbons tied up to hold the front and back together. I mentioned that I was clean-shaven this morning. You smiled your delicious smile again and said that you would think about that for the rest of the journey.
I arrived before you and sat at the back. I was there to observe its reception and take notes, while you gave the main presentation. I watched you and crossed my legs over and over, pressing my thighs together to try and alleviate the arousal that had been building up all morning. Over lunch, you caught my eye and I knew you knew exactly how I was feeling. By the end of the afternoon session, I was back in control
Once you had thanked everyone as they left, while I was typing up my notes and the feedback, you sat down beside me. You were so close I could smell your aftershave and hear your soft breathing. Immediately, all my hard work at repressing my arousal was gone. I muttered how hard the rule was, and you simply said it was up to me, it was my rule. I froze, unsure of what to do next. You were tantalisingly close, all I had to do was reach out. I jumped as my phone rang. It was my boss. As I spoke to him, you turned to me, hand once again on my knee, slowly moving up my thigh, past my hold-ups to my knickers which you twitched aside and I stopped breathing. Your fingers probed my pussy, wet once more from the memory of your earlier touch and my vivid imagination. I tried to continue my conversation as your fingers entered me and your thumb pressed against my clit. I turned and looked directly at you as you removed your fingers and slowly put them to your mouth, sucking them clean of my juices. Then suddenly you were by the door. You said that I smelled and tasted delicious, winked at me and left.
I lie back in the bubbles of my very hot bath and think about the things you have said you would like to do to me, usually when I am in the office and cannot respond. When I can, I tell you about after our conversations, how I have thought of you often, touching myself, thrusting my fingers hard up my pussy, frustratedly bringing myself to orgasm over and over again. I know you are enjoying the power you have over me. I find it is exquisite torture. As I think about you again, my hands caress my smooth pussy, playing with my clit until it grows hard. Just then I hear my phone ring in the other room but I don't care, I'm not far from the cusp, just a little further. My phone beeps with a message distracting me from my pleasure and I sigh, getting out of the bath to find the stupid thing.
Dripping wet, I see it's only 7.30am and think it's far too early to be getting work calls. As I check my missed calls my heart skips a beat. I dial my voicemail and listen to your message. You are downstairs in the foyer. Immediately, I call you to explain that I was having a bath, I need to get dressed, I will be down in half an hour, when there is a knock at the door. I am sure I put the do not disturb sign on but maids do ignore that sometimes. Just a second, I say. Pulling the towel around me, I go to the door and look through the spy hole. Through it I see you standing in the corridor. You are here, now, and I can hardly breathe. I open the door and wordlessly invite you in. You sit down on the bed, glancing around the room. I offer you coffee and you refuse, smiling, apologising for interrupting my bath. You offer to wash my back. I tell you I won't be long and go back into the bathroom.