Maybe Later(44)

“Hi,” she says, chuckling.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your voice?” I smile at the receiver, trying to imagine her right at this moment. She must be sitting down, looking at her monitor or maybe the mountain view. “What are you wearing?”

I get up, open the door of my office poking my head out to make sure no one is outside. The coast is clear. I push it closed and lock it.

“Wow, that’s not what I expected you to ask,” she says with a chuckle. “Let me guess, you imagine I’m wearing a black, tight pencil skirt, a white button-down blouse and a pair of high heels.”

“Your hair is up,” I continue.

Lust starts to build, like a bonfire; I’m getting fucking hard.

“If you were here,” I say, my voice coming out thick. “I’d close the door to my office, make sure the blinds were down and—”

“Stop right there,” she says. “Jack, I’d enjoy phone sex if I wasn’t so busy. It’s three in the afternoon.”

I grunt, she’s right. It’s not the time for this. I should at least wait to get home and call her again.

“Let’s make this quick then. Have dinner with me this Wednesday,” I propose.

“Where are we going?” she asks. I can hear the soft click of the keyboard on the other end of the line.

“Maybe dinner, and we can try that painting cellar place you suggested,” I offer.

“Sounds good,” she says absently and then gasps. “Wait, no. They’re only open on the weekends. The gallery is open all week long, but they don’t do the painting wine experience during the week.”

“We can go to dinner and plan something else,” I suggest.

She’s quiet for a few moments and then says, “I have work.”

“Shall I remind you about the boundaries?” I ask trying to find a way to convince her. She’s barely paying attention to me.

“Look, if you want to stay home, it’s okay. I’ll bring over ingredients and make you dinner.”

“That sounds super sweet, but—”

“I really want to see you,” I cut to the chase.

She sighs and types a little more. “It has to be until seven thirty or eight. I have barre at six. It’s my first class. I’m not sure how stressed out, tired or cranky I’m going to be.”

“I’ll take my chances, Em,” I finalize the negotiation. “Be ready at seven thirty, I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay.”

“See you soon, beautiful.”



Emmeline: In case you’re wondering, I’m wearing a lace bustier under the blouse, stockings, and a garter belt.

Jack: Can we meet at your office in five?

Emmeline: See you on Wednesday.



Thankfully, I have a private bathroom in my office. I don’t have to walk around the hallway with my half-hard cock. I can’t wait to get home to take care of myself. This isn’t a habit of mine, speaking on the phone with a woman during work hours and jerking off. But I can’t stop thinking about peeling off her office clothes down to that lacy bustier and stockings and bending her over the desk.

I undo my belt and pull out my cock, resting my left hand on the wall and stroking my dick from the tip to my balls with the other.

Closing my eyes, I’m back in my office, Emmeline’s legs are spread and her round and luscious ass is sticking out. Her pussy dripping wet and ready for me.

“Jack,” she says breathily almost moaning with need. “Don’t make me wait. I need you inside.”

I hate not being able to taste her, to drink from her pussy, but I need to be inside her tight canal. So, fucking tight. I push myself inside her, slowly, softly the way she likes to be kissed at first. Once I’m all the way in, I begin to move faster, sliding in and out thrusting harder as she begs for more. I reach up to her tit, fondling as she screams my name.

Fuck, I’m so close to coming. A lustful groan escapes me as the muscles at the base of my length contract and I my seed covers my hand. I wish I was with her, filling her up, kissing her cries and collapsing on top of her as we both come down from the best fucking high we’ve ever experienced.



Monday, May 2nd, 4:05 p.m.



JSpear84: I’ll make the reservations.

AWalk90: Excuse me? You will make the reservations. With an S—as in more than one person would attend? <<insert gasp sound>> and you don’t require my help.

JSpear84: It’s refreshing to be the one surprising you. Yes, I’m going to make my own reservations for two people.

AWalk90: I am impressed. May I suggest a restaurant?

JSpear84: You can send me suggestions, but I think I know where I want to take her.

AWalk90: Which means you know what she likes. Look at you being an adult and finally dating. I am proud of you Mr. Spearman.



Jack: I can’t stop thinking of you and what I want to do with you.

Emmeline: Save it for date number 20.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Jack


Wednesday, May 4th, 10:55 a.m.



AWalk90: Just a reminder that you have a meeting today. Your date isn’t on your calendar.

JSpear84: I have a meeting then I have dinner with my friend, there’s no point in setting the second one if it’s not work related.