Chat by Theresa Rite

virgin?
    Boss: I told you, no one has ever touched me there
    Me: I’m not going to restrain you when I slide my cock up your ass. You’ll need to hold on to something.
     
    I waited. Too much? Definitely too much.
    I froze at her next text.
     
    Boss: I’ll like it?
     
    She was open to anything with me, and that knowledge made me want to turn around, get back in my truck, and go straight home to her.
     
    Me: Eventually. We’ll start slow.
    Boss: Not… too slow.
    Me: You’re killing me. I can’t work like this.
    Boss: When you finger and fuck me at the same time, I lose my mind
     
    Jesus .
     
    Me: I’m going to finger the fuck out of you for that
    Boss: It’s your turn. I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you.
     
    I was uncomfortably hard. I adjusted myself, taking a deep breath.
     
    Me: Will you touch yourself while you suck me?
    Boss: I don’t know
    Me: I want to watch you come, San. Nothing hotter in the whole fucking world.
    Boss: Call me.
     
    My fingers froze over my phone. I stood up to lock my door and close the mini blinds.
    And then I called her.
     
    “ Jason ,” she whispered, breathless, and I lowered to my chair again. Tugging at my zipper, I let my erection spring free, closing it inside my fist.
    “What are you doing?” I demanded.
    “I’m lying on your bed. I just wanted to be where you were. And then I… I was thinking of you, and I’m so wet…,”
    “ Facetime. Now.”
    I waited while the swirling screen connected. When it finally focused, I could make out my shadowy bedroom, and the view jostled as she propped the phone against a pillow.
    “You’re bad for doing this to me at work,” I groaned, my hand sliding up and down my cock. She had only the thick, white towel wrapped around her body, and at the angle of the camera, I could see her entire length. “Open the towel.”
    She moaned a little but obeyed, pulling the towel apart.
    Her body was a perfect silhouette of breasts, belly, and hip, and her soft panting alone was enough to make me come. I pumped harder.
    “ Like this? ” she asked, her voice so husky, and I groaned.
    “Squeeze your tits, San. They’re so fucking gorgeous. Open your legs.”
    She did as I asked, and I sat back in the chair, my breath quickening.
    “I wish you were here.”
    “Are you thinking about my hands?”
    “ Yes..., ”
    “And my ton gue, on your hot clit, licking…”
    “Yes,” she cried, writhing against the bed. I groaned.
    “Finger yourself,” I ordered gruffly. “Like I’m there. Like I’m fucking you. I can’t think about anything else. I want to feel you tighten around me.”
    “ Okay… ” she moaned, her hand sliding down her side and tucking between her thighs.
    “Just thrust in. Don’t go slow.”
    She cried out, arching her ba ck as her hand dipped out of my view.
    “ Deep . As far as you can, and curve your fingers.”
    “Jason… ”
    “Curve them up, do you feel that?” Ah, fuck, I was going to come in my office, and all I had was a travel pack of fucking Kleenex and a couple napkins from the cafeteria.
    “Oh G od… oh God, what…? ” She moaned, her hand working faster. Every time she made that sound in her throat, I lost my mind. My balls tightened, and I thrust harder.
    “That’s your spot . It’s swollen, keep touching it.”
    “Jason… fuck me, ” she screamed.
    Her gravelly voice was my limit. I shuddered, attempting to come into the wad of tissues I’d grabbed with my left hand.
    “I’m fucking you, Sandy. Only me, ” I said, thrusting twice more into my hand.
    Only me for the rest of our lives.
    The thought hit me, instantly sobering.
    “ Shit ,” she sat up, jostling the phone. “Shit, the doorbell. My mom’s here.”
    I heard Joplin barking at the door, and I took a steadying breath. “Calm down. Sandy,” I called.
    She lifted the iPhone, smiling shyly into the camera. “What just happened?”
    “I fucked the hell out of you from my office. That’s what just happened. And