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.