It was one of those standard boring directors' meeting in an old fashioned meeting room with a big round wooden table. This is the last presentation, but the speaker is so uninteresting that you cannot wait to get out of here.
Suddenly, you hear someone saying *dinner time*! You look around the room and everyone was staring blankly at the screen. "Hi, it's me" and then you realise that it was my voice and you told yourself that you must be losing concentration, so you switched your mind back to the presentation.
Moment passed, but it felt like an eternity! You started to curse yourself for not making any excuse to skip this meeting and be home with me. Your mind started to wonder, thinking about last night ... and you felt two hands caressing your lower legs. You quickly looked around the room again and everyone was still staring at the screen. You stole a quick glance below the table, and there was no one there.
Then you heard my voice again "Hi sweetie, thinking about last night are we? So it works! I missed you so much this morning after you have left for work, so when I started testing the new project, I thought I should try it with you. No one else in this room but you can hear me, and you mind will pick up anything that I want you to feel and think."
Unmistakenly, you can feel the two hands moving higher, using a very familiar stroke. "That feels nice doesn't it? It sure feels nice to me here." The combined effect of the boring meeting, with my "phantom" hands caressing you, is starting to get to you. Your mind is definitely not there, and you can feel the familiar warmth rising. "This can't happen?" ... "Oh it can, do you want me to stop?"
The two "phantom hands" are now caressing your thighs. They are so real that you cannot help but to spread your legs for better access. With the old wooden table, no one can see what happens underneath. The "hands" move further up, and they are now circling your lovely round bottom.
