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My workday had been one of those monotonous cycles of endless meetings and paperwork. The atmosphere in the office was stuffy and stifling. But amidst the dreary routine, my phone buzzed with a notification, providing a brief escape from the mundane.
“Thinking about last night, can’t focus on work,” he texted, accompanied by a winking emoji.
I could feel my cheeks warming up as memories from our previous night together flooded my mind. “Really? What part exactly?” I replied coyly, trying to gauge how naughty he was feeling.
His next message came with a picture attached — it was a close-up of his shirt collar, dampened from what I assumed was sweat, and slightly unbuttoned. The caption read, “This part, when you slowly undid my buttons with your teeth.”
My heart rate accelerated, the memory was still so fresh. I could almost taste the saltiness of his skin. The office noise faded into a distant hum as I replied, “Mmm, and the way you moaned… got me all wet.”
His replies were getting bolder, “Wish I was there. Would love to slide my hand under your desk and feel just how wet you are.”
Reading his words and remembering his touch, I could feel a familiar warmth spreading between my legs. The thin fabric of my panties barely offering any resistance to my growing arousal. “Keep going, and you might get a surprise,” I teased, playing along.
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