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By *reagle OP Man
24 weeks ago
northolt |
She had to hand it to Micheal he knew a good story when he saw one. She read the final line, I hope you enjoy M.
Her eyes widened could it be? She shook her head, “no way” she said out loud. She grabbed her phone not thinking and typed out a message.
“Wait, did you write this?” Her brain still muddled she pressed send.
It didn’t take long for a response “you finished it then, thoughts?
“You didn’t answer my question.” She wrote back.
“Yes, did you like it?”
Catherine hesitated she didn’t know what to write, of course she enjoyed it her current state was evidence to that. She started to write her response.
“It was good, well written.” She thought nice and simple, complimentary.
“Thank you, do you want more?”
Catherine was now in a spot, asked a direct question, yes or no there was no other option. She knew what she wanted to type but she c
Also knew she shouldn’t. She lay back contemplating she picked up her phone again.
“Yes” she typed and pressed send.
“Tomorrow” was his response.
She knew she had written was wrong but his words had such an effect on her, 48 years of age she couldn’t remember the last time she had made herself come twice in a day.
She picked up her clothes and showered, her husband arrived and she cooked dinner. They sat and watched tv but her mind was elsewhere and as she closed her eyes that night his words came to life in her mind, as she pictured them in her mind.
She awoke the next day,showered and dressed she wore a tight brown jumper and paired it with a leopard print skirt which finished over her knees, she had her kiss from her husband and as normal finished her toast. She stepped into her nude heels and left for the station.
She was nervous, having admitted to Micheal that she liked the story, from telling him it was inappropriate to confirming she wanted more, she began to regret her decision. The train pulled in and she stepped on and proceeded to her seat. She lowered herself down and made eye contact with Micheal.
There was that smile again, Catherine felt his eyes burn into hers, she watched as he reached into his pocket and take out his phone. Seconds later Catherine’s phone vibrated in her hand.
“Here’s the deal, I’ll send you a story but I want you to read it here and now in front of me, deal?”
Catherine pondered her answer, now was her way out she could say no and that would be it, she could go back to normality, she could get a later train and never see him again.
She typed out her answer and sent it, Micheal looked at his phone “ok” was the message.
Catherine watched him smile at the message he had received. She then felt her phone vibrate, she easily pressed the link in the message opening up a screen of words.
Her body tingled as she read the opening lines.
‘She watched herself in the mirror, her heels elongating her legs to perfection, her hold up stockings adding to the allure of what she considered her best asset, the thong leaving just enough to the imagination’ Catherine read how the character prepared and dressed herself, how she placed her wedding ring in the drawer, reading on how she had dressed as requested.
She raised her eyes from the screen, Micheal was intently watching her, as she scooped some of hair over her ear and continued reading. How she positioned herself on the chair, legs crossed, her lips bright and red, blindfold on, just as he had told her to do.
Catherine’s body once again reacting to the words, nipples hardening, she had to be mindful of her breathing, not to be too obvious, to anyone she must appear to be reading an email only two people could know.
She read how the man was heard entering the room , her senses sharp, hearing every footstep as he approached her, getting closer and closer. The build up and anticipation also playing havoc with Catherine, the familiar tingling between her legs.
She read on, his hands running up her stockinged legs. Catherine bit her lip as the demand to open her mouth and stick out her tongue was made. She squirmed in her seat as she could almost imagine the taste as she felt the hard tip of his cock rest on her tongue.
She looked up at Micheal again, she couldn’t remain eye contact with him for to long out of shyness she returned to the intense words and read how her lips wrapped around him, her lipstick smearing his cock, drool falling down her chin as she worshipped him.
The tannoy crackled into life with the guard announcing her station, she didn’t want to stop reading, she dropped her phone into her bag, one last look at Micheal and he grinned that smile again, making Catherine tingle.
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