The kids were away with grandparents. Her husband was away. Her au pair was at the mall. No one but the cat and her, in the big house, surrounded by blissful silence. No one needed her and the To-Do list had nothing that couldn't be put off an hour or two. This had never happened in a full ten years and she was not about to lose an opportunity.
She slipped her pants and underwear off and let her legs fall open on the bed, reaching in her night table for her trustiest vibrator. Looking back through old messages from her husband, she returned to a voice memo left when he was desperate at work one day. This memo recounted a fantasy he had of her coming to his office by surprise, demanding a thorough licking, and leaving without letting him come.
In the middle of the recording he had clearly begun to touch himself, which he did with greater and greater abandon as the fantasy enveloped him and brought him to the brink of an orgasm.
Later, when she questioned him, her husband insisted his colleagues couldn't have heard him recording all this because the door, he maintained, was very thick. His voice grew ragged and soft as his breaths became jerky; it turned her on to hear it so many months later in the recording.
As she kept her toy trained on her clit, she listened to the whole thing, and was suddenly reminded of a story from her own past, one that she had never told her husband. He loved when she would speak of her hot adventures with various men—there had been quite a few before he came along—and he most loved when she described in detail her memories of how they had made love to her with cocks much larger than his own.
So she was surprised to realize she had never recounted a particular prize of a story, one that she knew he would relish and play back in moments by himself. Too bad, she thought, that he isn't here now to hear it, while the details have returned to me so vividly.
There had been one guy, back when she was in her late twenties, who was reckless in all sorts of ways, some of which disgusted her and led to a breakup within months. He'd gotten pulled over for speeding so many times that his license had been revoked for awhile... he would take her to a particular Mexican restaurant and always paid for the meal on a company card while laughing about how often his boss ate at the same restaurant... he would take her to his parents' apartment when they were out (because it was bigger and nicer than his) and insist they have sex on his parents' bed when they might walk in any moment. So many things. So many reasons to dump the guy. And yet there was one convincing reason not to quit him. His cock.
This man (his name was Luke) worked in Manhattan at a glamorous law firm with plenty of white marble and expensive art in the halls. How did she know what it looked like? She had visited once and never forgotten a single detail about the afternoon. It was in spring, on one of those days that a woman can suddenly put on a sleeveless top without shivering even once, when summer is undeniably close and everyone feels the joy of a sunny warm day. She and Luke had made plans to go to an outdoor concert that evening in Central Park and she had packed a picnic in a backpack for the occasion. He'd suggested she pick him up at his office, which seemed like a fine plan.
When she reached the lobby of his firm, a young man who appeared to be a college intern called Luke's office to tell him she was there. He looked so fresh and innocent, attractive in a wholesome way, not marked by the rough and tumble of New York living.
As she waited for Luke to come out to meet her, she chatted with this receptionist and sure enough, he was an intern, freshly arrived that very week from a small college in Minnesota. He seemed so green in every way; she even wondered if he had to shave more than once a week. She inwardly smiled to herself as she imagined him earnestly stroking himself in some paltry dorm room at night, imagining a woman sucking him when in fact he had no experience whatsoever and no courage to seek one out. Strange, she thought, that sometimes the strangest images would appear in her brain.
And then she remembered Luke mentioning this guy to her the day before; Luke had remarked how eager the college kid seemed to soak up any and every experience. She had thought how sweet that sounded, and suggested that Luke take the mentor role seriously and show the guy the best of New York. Now that she was meeting him, she realized that Luke had made him sound like a dorky kid, not this tall, cute guy at the desk.
But then Luke appeared, opposite in every way. He had a swagger that turned her on, and wore his suit well, with a fitted button down shirt that hugged his muscular chest. He was in his late thirties and already had a six o clock shadow when it was only 5:30pm.
"Hello," he drawled in that deep voice she loved. "Come on back to my office for a sec," he gestured to her. "I didn't have a chance to wrap one last thing up for the day."
He put his hand gently on her back and guided her down the hall, past those glittery, paint-dabbed prints in the hall.
"Actually, let me stop in the bathroom first. Meet you in a moment?" she asked.
The receptionist—Mark was his name—kindly offered to show her the way and handed her the office restroom key. He mentioned that Luke was the last one on the floor and that he would lock up the office when they were ready.
She followed Mark's directions to Luke's office and found him packing up his computer.
"What a view," she commented, looking out his window at Central Park below.
"Yeah, I got lucky with the best office," he agreed, and as she gazed at bikers circling the reservoir, she heard him close the door and felt his hands around her waist. It was a very thick door, though that realization only came to her decades later, when she remembered the whole scene while listening to a recording of her husband stroking himself in his office, behind the same type of door.
"I have to have you before we go to our concert," he growled. "I haven't seen you in anything sleeveless since we met in January, and this dress is making me crazy."
