“I do like you, Miss Reyes, but you’re technically my boss so I was never going to act on it.”
“Maybe you should,” I said it so quickly that I didn’t even have time to consider the innuendo. “I like you too, I mean. And we’re adults so…”
“So long as it doesn’t interfere with work?” Caleb interjected.
“Right.”
There was a pause and the silence felt deafening. I realized that my heart was pumping fast, and my stomach was abuzz with butterflies. I hadn’t felt like this in years, not since my first, almost-husband. It was strange and somewhat foreign to me, but I liked it.
“So what’s the plan?” Caleb asked.
“I can think of a few things,” I said, once again not catching the innuendo right away. Caleb laughed and I closed my eyes out of embarrasment.
“How about we start with…” He was cut off by the sound of his daughter calling for him. Her sweet voice almost made my heart skip a beat it was so adorable. “Hang on!” He called out before lowering his voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Reyes.”
“Mhm, and call me Angela.”
“I’ll work on it… Angela.”
There was a click as he hung up the phone and I set my phone on the bed next to me. I stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, shocked that I had actually told him. My whole body was burning with an electric energy and I felt good!
I picked up my phone and immediately texted Michelle what I had done. Her response was immediate, as if she had been waiting for me.
Get it girl! Followed by the eggplant emoji which even I knew what it stood for.
I rolled my eyes and set the phone down. But that one text from Michelle had already sent my brain into fantasy-land. The first things that popped up into my head were Caleb’s lips. He had thick lips that I just wanted to kiss over and over. I wanted to feel them all over me. The second thing that popped into my head was his touch. I wanted to feel his hands explore my body, find my sweet spots and instantly turn me on.
My body was moving on its own now, my autopilot steering my hands down my body. I was no prude, liked sex as much as the average woman, and was used to self-satisfaction, but this felt different. Maybe it was because I had an actual fantasy that I could fulfill for once, or maybe it was because I wasn’t doing it out of boredom or to help me sleep. I was genuinely turned on, and all it took was the thought of Caleb.
I slipped my fingers into my christmas pajama pants and, because I never wear underwear to bed, immediately realized how wet I had become. With my eyes closed, I pictured Caleb clear as day and imagined him touching me in the way I so craved.
I stroked my sex in circles, slowly, envisioning Caleb’s hands on my body. God, I wanted to feel him. Wanted to take in his scent, wanted to hear his own voice in my ear. With each thought of him, I continued to rub myself, slowly picking up speed as my hips moved involuntarily. Inevitably, my mind turned to naughtier thoughts and I pictured his head between my legs, his lips kissing my sex while he ate me out.
I moaned as I felt a spark shoot through my hips. I began to rub faster and pushed two of my fingers into me. In the dead silence of the room, I could hear how wet I was as I slid my fingers in to my knuckles. I was getting close, and my brain switched the fantasy from Caleb eating me out, to Caleb sliding his cock into me.
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