Text Me Ch. 01

I picked up my phone, rereading his text for the tenth time.

I wish your juicy cunt was in my face.

I stared at the words while I rubbed my knees together under my desk. I bit my lower lip and forced myself to put my phone down.

I wish he was whispering those words in my ear.

Instead, I was here, and the workday was dragging.

My afternoon meeting was cancelled. The office was slow.

He knows I won't respond. He knows how aroused I get when he talks dirty.

Why was he teasing me like this?

My phone buzzed again.

I felt my cheeks flush as I instinctually glanced down.

I shared an office with another junior executive named Danielle. I flicked my eyes up at her, then back down to my phone. She looked distracted, focused on her computer monitor, scrolling intently.

I crawled my fingers to the corner of the desk where I had rested my phone.

I flipped it over so I could read the message preview that flashed across the screen.

It was him. Again. And he wasn't stopping.

My cock is throbbing for you baby.

I wish I was fucking you right now.

I cleared my throat, the sound echoing loudly through the small office space.

His words were making me so wet.

Danielle's eyes peeked around her computer.

"You okay, Gwen?," she asked.

"Mmhmm," I lied.

I shuffled around some folders, attempting to look busy.

My phone buzzed loudly again. And again.

More incoming texts.

I put down the folders in my hand and hastily picked it up.

The office was so quiet, I know Danielle could hear the loud vibration every time I got a message.

If he wouldn't stop, I'd have to put it on silent.

I glanced down at his newest messages.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You are so fucking dirty.

I bet you wish my cock was inside you, stretching out that little cunt.

Tell me you want it.

He knew I wanted it.

I loved fucking him. I practically begged for it last weekend.

I fumbled around with the buttons on the side of my phone, switching the mode to silent.

I placed the phone discreetly on my lap, glancing up at Danielle as I did.

She was picking up the receiver of the office phone, punching in a number.

She wasn't paying attention to me.

I glanced down at the screen on my thighs, waiting for another message.

I smiled when they flashed before me.

How wet are you, dirty girl?

I bet you could smell yourself soaking through your panties right now.

Are your panties sticking to those puffy cunt lips?

I swallowed hard.

The truth is, I was soaking wet.

In fact, I was getting wetter by the second.

I could feel the delicate lace of my panties filling up with my sticky juices.

I reread his words and pushed my thighs tighter together.

I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

It took all the self control I had not to grind my clit across the smooth leather of my office chair.

My eyes were glued on my phone as more messages flooded my screen.

If I were there, I'd bend your tight ass over your desk and fuck you so hard.

Your wet cunt would swallow my big cock, wouldn't it?

Or maybe you want me to pound your ass this time?

Tell me where you want it. It's so fucking ready for you.

I allowed myself to fantasize about that, about him fucking me right here.

I could hear the gentle murmur of Danielle's voice across the office.

She was speaking gently to a client, taking notes and nodding along as she listened.

She was distracted. She was doing her job. I felt a pang of guilt, all I could think about was my dirty messages.

I'm stroking myself.

My feelings of guilt quickly evaporated.

I envisioned his hard cock, waiting for me to guide it to the hole of my choice.

I could easily slide my hand into the waistband of my skirt right now.

Danielle probably wouldn't even notice.

I could just slide my panties to the side, just enough so I could reach my clit.

I was so turned on by his messages.

I knew exactly where to touch myself, it would only take a minute for me to climax.

Danielle probably wouldn't even look up from her notepad.

I shuddered as I received another message.