Lunch Break

It was Monday, and I was staring blankly at my monitor, desperately trying to get my brain into gear but it just wasn’t working. I’d been working on a work project for most of the morning, but had hit a mental wall and was struggling with how to finish it. Running my hands through my long brown hair, I decided I should take a brief break and see if that helped. Grabbing my phone out of my bag I decide to kill some time and check for messages. Opening up Skype I see a message from, ah of course, it’s from Him: ‘Hey, how are you today’. An innocent enough question, but I smile knowing exactly what He is really asking and why. ‘I’m fine thank you’. Three dots appear, letting me know that He is already responding to my message ‘Just fine? I think I will have try harder next time’. I giggle quietly, enjoying my ability to tease Him. ‘You mean istanbul travesti to tell me you didn’t try hard last night?’ I quip. ‘Let’s just say that there is a few things left in my collection, and in yours for the matter’.I feel my body flush as I remember with almost crystal clarity the sound of His voice. The cultured tones of His British accent in my headphones as He tells me exactly what He would do to me if He was with me.‘Oh really?’ I message back. I liked to occasionally pretend that He wasn’t having an effect on me, but I knew sooner or later He would find out the truth and then use it to His full advantage.‘Indeed, so tell me how many was it in the end?’My nipples hardened as I remembered His voice taking on a commanding tone that made me want to do exactly what He said.‘I don’t what you mean’, I write back, trying to travesti istanbul play innocent as I feel myself getting more turned on.‘Oh really, well I’m pretty sure that I counted 3’.Oh, He was good. Then again, I wasn’t exactly subtle when I came.‘Maybe…’‘Well I guess we will have to do better next time’My mind went into overdrive, recalling how His voice had dropped into a low growl when He had me in his thrall, making me pleasure myself in ways I hadn’t tried but wanted to do again. By now, I could feel myself fast approaching the point where I would need to do something about it. But I was at work and in a mostly female office I couldn’t guarantee privacy in the loos.As I think of a suitable response, a voice behind me asks, ‘Hey Sol, do you want to join us for lunch?’I turn round, putting my phone back into my bag, ‘Oh, hey Helen, istanbul travestileri I would love to…’ I start to say, but then a thought strikes me: why not go home for “lunch”? ‘But I need to head home and grab something I forgot, sorry.’Helen smiled. ‘Sure, no problem. Still up for drink later?’I smiled and nodded as she headed back to her desk. Glancing at the clock, I still had an hour to go before lunch. Pulling out my phone, I decided to have some fun. ‘Oh really, and how will we do that then?’There was a brief pause. He sent back, ‘Well there are still a few things left in your toys box that we haven’t played with’.This was true. I usually liked to just use my nice seven-inch vibrator but I also had an eight-inch dildo and a couple butt plugs that I rarely used. Thinking about it made me wish I had small quiet bullet that I could bring to work. But, then again, if I had one I wouldn’t get any work done.‘Mmm I did enjoy them last night’. It was true. I’d had some of my best orgasms, that feeling of letting go and being told what to due struck a very erotic nerve.