Confession to My Boyfriend
"Hey Chris, come over here and sit with me on the couch. I did something today that I thought I'd never do. I didn't plan it; it's something that just happened. I'm not sure if you're going to be mad, hurt, or maybe turned on. Regardless, I need to make a confession:
There is a guy at work named Aaron. He doesn't work in my department, but over time we've become increasingly friendly with one another. We'd see each other in the hall and exchange a quick smile, but it was nothing more than the typical friendly office interaction. As time went on, however, he started making fun flirty comments to me when he walked by my office. It was flattering to get compliments from a good-looking guy. You know I'm a sucker for tall guys with dark hair, dark eyes, and a five-o'clock shadow. In other words, guys that look like you.
Today, I went to the copier to pick up the invoices I printed. I thought there was a paper jam because my invoices weren't there. I scoffed to myself because it's complicated and time-consuming to fix paper jams in that copier. I really needed those invoices, so I got down on my knees and started opening up the different compartments and unhinging the various paper rollers. That machine is overly complex, so you really have to lean into it when there is a jam. That day, I was wearing a pretty short skirt. It would have been pretty hard to miss the black lacy tops of my thigh-highs peeking out from beneath my skirt as I worked. Honestly, if I wasn't wearing panties that day, people would have seen a lot more than the tops of my thigh-highs.
While I was on my knees bent over and leaning into the machine, I suddenly felt someone walk up and stand close behind me. The person leaned down, held out my invoices, and whispered seductively in my ear, 'I think you're looking for these.' I recognized that deep suggestive voice belonged to Aaron. The warmth of his breath in my ear shot electricity through my body and gave me the chills. I was suddenly hot and flushed.
Trying to be nonchalant, I took the papers out of his hand and replied in a flirty way, 'Thanks for stealing my invoices.'
Excited by what was happening, I slowly stood up, still facing the machine. He then gently pressed me up against the copier, so I could feel his hard dick push against my ass. He said, 'If you need any more help, you know where to find me.' He took a step back, and when I turned around to thank him, he was already gone.
I bent over to close the copier doors, and when I stood up I wriggled around a little bit to straighten my skirt and readjust my shirt. I was happy I decided to wear something sexier than usual to work. I wore that tight gray pencil skirt that you say makes my ass look mouthwatering. And I wore my fitted white button-down shirt that makes you lick your lips. You know, it's the one that gapes open a little between the buttons, so you can see the creamy skin of my tit. When I wear that outfit, I always seem to get a little extra attention from men.
I walked back to my office, hoping no one in the hallway noticed that I was still flushed and exhilarated. I sat down at my desk, reeling from my encounter with Aaron. That was totally unexpected. Where did that come from? Why was I so turned on? I never before thought about him that way, but I really liked what happened at the copier. Thinking about his dick pressed up against my ass made my pussy fantastically wet. I lightly ran my fingers down the front of my neck and over my chest, fantasizing about what I could do with that hard dick. I realized I was slowly licking my lips at the thought of the possibilities.
Trying to stop my carnal reverie, I quickly shook my head. I got up and shut the door to my office in an attempt to concentrate on my work. I realized, though, that I couldn't stop thinking about Aaron. I had an intense urge to touch myself, but I was too afraid to do it at work. I tried to stop my sensual thoughts because I felt guilty - a girl with a boyfriend shouldn't be flirting and turned on by another guy. But then I remembered, in the past you mentioned wanting to share me sexually with someone else. If this thing with Aaron was just flirting, then there was no reason to feel guilty. I hadn't gotten sexual with Aaron...at least, not yet.
Explicably, I was distracted and found it hard to focus on my work. I really wanted the day to end so I could go home. Since you were working late, I planned to come home, open a bottle of wine, and pillage our sex-toy drawer. I know you filled that drawer with playthings for you and me. However, I thought you wouldn't mind me rubbing one of our dildos on my pussy, as long as I imagined you sitting in the corner of the room, watching me and Aaron have some naughty fun.
Since it was my turn to lock up the office, I couldn't leave work early to pleasure myself. Therefore, I really did have to find a way to focus and get some work done. Fortunately, I was able to clear my mind enough to start working on a headcount project. I was making fairly good progress on the project, until I got hung up on an Excel formula that I couldn't figure out. It just so happened that the office Excel expert was my friend Aaron. Part of me didn't want to call him because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea; the other part of me, however, recognized that I really did need some help. Ultimately, though, I was still really hot from what happened at the copier, so I decided to call him. First, however, I unbuttoned an extra button on my shirt to make our meeting a little more interesting. I then called him and explained my problem. He told me he'd be right over and then quickly hung up the phone.
