The fucking woman won’t leave my mind, even when I’m at work and should be focused on anything but the next time I get to taste her.
I arrive at the business and rush inside to get the problem squared away. Bill, the owner, apologizes profusely and luckily, had the tile we ordered still in stock. We make the switch, and I’m back in my truck, heading back for the job site within twenty minutes. As I cruise down the road, I pass by a few office buildings, noticing the sign for the law firm Sydney works for. I may have done a little social media stalking in the past week, wanting to know more about the woman who’s been running through my mind without straight up asking her.
Because questions are personal, and that’s not what we agreed to.
I’m sitting at a stoplight, wondering what’s she’s doing at that moment. Is she speaking to a client? Is her head buried in paperwork or staring at her computer? Is she thinking about my cock the way I think about her pussy at random times in the day?
The light turns green and I hit the gas pedal, just as the gas light indicator comes on in the truck.
“Shit.” I search for the nearest gas station which is just a few feet up the road and signal to turn into the driveway, pulling up to a pump. As I run the company gas card and start the fuel, my hands move to fetch my phone from my pocket.
Since I can’t help but think about Sydney right now, I think we need to schedule our next rendezvous. Knowing when I get to fuck her again should help me concentrate once I get back to the job site. I search for her number in my phone, which I labeled Princess for anonymity purposes, and shoot off a text to her as nerves hum through me.
Me: What are you doing tonight? I need to taste your pussy.
Princess: Well, hello to you too. I’m actually leaving for Fort Worth tonight.
Well, fuck.
Me: What’s in Fort Worth?
Princess: A lawyer’s conference that my boss paid for me to attend.
Me: When will you be back?
Princess: Late Sunday night.
Me: Well, there goes my plans.
Princess: Yeah, sorry. But just knowing you wanted to meet up tonight has me wet.
Disappointment rolls through me as the gas pump clicks off. But then I do a double take and read her text again. Seems Sydney wants me as badly as I want her right now.
Me: Where are you right now?
Princess: My office. Why?
Me: Lock your door.
I slide back into my truck just as Sydney’s number flashes across my screen, forcing a smile from my lips instantly.
“Why do you want me to lock my door?”
I pull the door shut on the truck and start the engine. “Because you’re going to relieve the ache in between your legs at your desk right now, Princess. And I’m going to enjoy listening to you come on the phone with me.”
She pauses, so I know she’s overthinking this. “Javier … you can’t be serious.”
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, Sydney? You wanted someone to tell you what to do, be in control of your pleasure? Well, since I can’t have you tonight and boss you around the way you need in person, this is the next best thing. I’ve had a half-chub all day thinking about licking your pussy tonight, but seems that’s not going to happen. So I say we satisfy our need for each other right now.”
I can hear her breathing through the phone, telling me she’s definitely turned on. “Where are you?”
I pull out of the gas station and into an alley way between two buildings, secure from eyes around me. This needs to be quick though so I don’t draw attention to myself in a company truck. “In my work truck.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?”
“I had to run an errand. Have you locked your door yet, Sydney?” I reach down and stroke myself through my jeans as the click of metal hits my ears. “Good girl.”
“This is insane. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” Her voice is shaky, but I think she needs to live on the edge a bit.
“Take off your panties, but leave your skirt on.”
“How did you know I was wearing a skirt?”
I huff out a laugh. “Lucky guess. Now send me a picture so I can see them.”
“Okay …” I hear the phone hit her desk and movement come through the speaker. Then in a matter of seconds, a notification pops up on my screen. The sight of Sydney’s black lace thong hanging off her finger has me rock hard in seconds.
“Good girl. Now pull your skirt up over your hips and touch your pussy. Tell me how wet you are.”
I hear more movement and then she’s moaning. “So wet, Javi.”
“Have you been thinking about me?” I ask as I squeeze the phone between my ear and shoulder, and reach down to extract my dick from my pants, sliding my hand up and down my length. My other hand pulls my shirt up so I don’t blow my load on it in a few minutes.
“Yes …”
“What have you been thinking about?”
I hear her swallow and then she speaks. “About your cock. How it feels sliding in and out of me. How desperate you make me feel.”
“You like feeling out of control with me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “It’s exactly what I wanted.” Fuck, I love knowing this girl is hard-up for me.
“Good. Now finger yourself. Send me a picture to show me how wet you are.”
I wait for a moment and then groan when I see the picture of her glistening fingers come through the phone. “Fuck. Play with your clit, Princess. Get yourself off.”
“I’m so close already, Javi. Just your voice has me close to the edge.”
How does the woman already have me ready to burst like a
