Hard At Work - Pt. 02

Michelle

Subject: Something you didn't know...

To: Alex

Alex -

Of course, I know you remember the napkin. I don't imagine that's the kind of thing a naughty boy like you is going to forget any time soon. But there's something about that moment I didn't tell you... and I hate to distract you at work... but I thought I should mention it...

And yes... I thought about that moment a good while before it happened. I thought about it in the shower, getting ready for our date. I bet you like that, don't you... me thinking about you in the shower, naked and dripping, soaping up every inch of my body with you on my mind...

And I thought about it when I opened my lingerie drawer, running my fingers over the lacy underthings in there, deciding what to wear under the black cocktail dress I know fits me perfectly...

And then there it was... you across the table from me, such a playful, sexy, flirty energy between us as we ate and drank, the kind of date everyone wishes they were having. Looking into your eyes, imaging all the things we might get up to when you took me back to your place. All the naughty things. And then I reached for my wine glass... and managed to push my napkin off the table. How clumsy of me.

"Why don't you fetch that for me." I saw the very subtle, very tiny reaction you had. I chose my words very carefully. I didn't ask you, did I. I didn't say, "Would you mind getting that for me?" I gave you an instruction. I saw it register on your face. You liked it. You liked me telling you what to do...

From the look on my face, I'm sure you knew you didn't have an option. You did as you were told. You bent down, under the table, to retrieve my napkin for me. (Oh... my little retriever - fetching when told to. How cute! What a good boy...). And while your head was under there, I chose that moment to uncross and recross my legs... giving you more than a little flash of my stocking tops, my smooth upper thighs and the tiny, rather see through panties I had on.

I bet your mind had already gone to that place of excited curiosity, thinking about what I might be wearing beneath my dress. You could see I was wearing hose of some kind... but I bet you were distracted by the idea that they might be proper stockings, held up by garters. Boys like you - boys who would peek up a woman's dress under the table - get very aroused by the sexy, lacy things we women wear, don't you. Tsk, Tsk. And as you would become intimately aware later that night, those panties didn't leave much to the imagination, did they...

You could only stay under the table peeking for so long - especially with us being in public and all - but I know, even though it was brief, it was long enough to send your libido into overdrive, hehe. I made you tell me all about your reaction in the cab ride home, didn't I... you doing your best to form full sentences as I scraped a fingernail over the tightening crotch of your pants while you spoke...

But I started this email by saying there was something I didn't tell you. (Sorry to have spent so much time recounting the event... I know you're at work and on a bit of a deadline to get a project done. Hopefully it hasn't distracted you. You could always read this later...)

The thing I didn't tell you was... you weren't the only one to get a glimpse up my dress.

Off to the side and a little over your shoulder, a man was sitting at table not far from us, sitting with what looked to be his wife. He was an older man with greying temples - quite handsome in a rugged, older man kind of way. In any case, when you crouched down to pick up my napkin like the good boy you are, he absolutely clocked what I was doing, and he, along with you, got a very intimate look under my dress. I saw both his excitement and his attempt to not react in front of his wife play out on his face.

I locked eyes with him only once or twice after that as you and I continued to eat and flirt... but, well, I have to admit, I was a bit of a naughty girl at the end of our meal. As we were leaving and passed his table, I gave him a little sly smile... and winked at him.

Can you imagine how much he was burning with envy for you? How completely distracted he was during the rest of his meal, and his whole evening, thinking about you taking me home? Knowing that you would get to peel me out of that black cocktail dress to leave me standing in your bedroom in my heels, stockings, garter belt, bra and panties - the panties he had seen when I shifted my legs in front of your face... Do you think he would have had the imagination to predict that I would dangle that tiny thong in your face to sniff as I rode you...? Hard to know...

But I had the imagination to picture his night, that's for sure... and I must admit to you, sweet Alex, that part of my mind was on him as our hands and tongues explored each other. Does that make me a bad girl? It probably does. Maybe I need a good spanking...

I pictured him and his wife getting home after dinner... a long relationship rich in companionship and very poor in passion. With his wife getting into a very frumpy bed shirt for a night of reading, he closed the bathroom door and locked it.... sitting on the edge of the bathtub and undoing his pants, freeing the cock that had been twitching ever since I gave him that naughty little wink.

Pulling his pants and underwear right off... and stroking his hardening cock as he imagined you and me - so achingly jealous of you, knowing your face would be brushing against the silky thighs he had peeked at... picturing you with my ass in your face, pulling those tiny panties down... imagining all the places your tongue would explore... of how good I must taste. How good my pussy must taste. And of course... of us fucking.

And this is the bad girl I am, Alex - as we were fucking... I was thinking about him thinking about us. Of him getting closer and closer, building to a climax as he stroked and fondled his heavy balls, his mind lost in the pain and pleasure of envy.

And as you approached the point of no return - grinding into me from behind and moaning in my ear - I also thought of him... of how I was making TWO men, at the same time, cum so hard... both of you wanting me more than you have ever wanted anyone. As you exploded, I thought of him, pumping his cock so hard in his bathroom, trying not to grunt loud enough that his wife would hear... shooting thick ropes of pent up cum high in the air, all over the bathroom floor. Mmmm...

And both of you exploding caused me to go over the edge, calling your name out while grabbing at the sheets, my face pressed into the mattress...

Both of you wanted me... but only you got to have me, Alex. Aren't you a lucky boy? I know you know you are. Do you like thinking about other men jerking off while they picture us fucking? Stroking their cocks, imagining their cock is yours, and their fingers are my tongue? I bet you do, naughty naughty boy. Perhaps it's you who needs a good spanking.

Anyway, please get back to work. No clandestine visits to the bathroom. We know what bad boys do in there.

Michelle