Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes, but like most people, Reanne dreaded the boring routine that work brings. The same job, the same questions, the same answers, dull, dull, dull.
The only thing that brightens the day is the hour she gets for lunch. Her special time to get away from things, but today is different. There is a certain electricity in the air, something is going to happen, she's just not sure what.
On the drive into work, Reanne's mind wanders off on the possibilities of what today might bring. She knows he will be there and she's noticed that he's paying a lot more attention to her lately. Is it the new cut and color? Spending an insane amount of money, she decided that she better like the new look. Maybe it's the confidence that exudes from her that’s drawn his attention. Either way, she's certainly liked being noticed.
The drive is longer than normal; traffic seems to be moving at a snail's pace. Reanne looks at the speedometer, 45mph. It seems more like 15mph. Her thoughts flash a picture of Alex, her fantasy man. Tall, dark salt and pepper hair, goatee, nice ass too, she decides. Reanne has wondered what a night with him would be like - even an afternoon, she thinks and silently giggles. Better keep that thought tucked safe in my head, she thinks to herself.
Upon arriving at the office, Reanne starts her day with the same routine. Having been there only a few minutes, she is already bored. She looks around to see if he is at his desk, hoping that no one notices as she fidgets at her desk. Cannot have the whole office thinking that there is something going on. Her nipples harden from the chill of the air conditioners, or is it the thought of him kissing her neck.
Boink!
Her computer beeps with an incoming email. It's from Misty, the busybody in the office. She always knows everyone's business. Reanne opens the email. It's a luncheon invitation.
"Hmm, well at least I can get the scoop on everyone if I go with her," she tells no one in particular.
She begins to type her acceptance when the computer boinks again with another email. Just about ready to hit the send button in reply to Misty's email, Reanne notices that electricity again. Something, instinct perhaps, tells her to open the incoming mail.
It's not an inter-office email this time, but from a name she's not familiar with. It reads, Subject- What's up?
About to delete it, Reanne notices the sender's sine.
Kinkyofficeguy.
Intrigued, she decides to take the chance of infecting the computer by opening an email from an unknown source.
"Kinkyofficeguy, hmm?"
More electricity courses through her body as she opens the email and sees a short note.
"Please join me for an unforgettable lunch."
Her heart quickens. Could this be him?
The mind is a funny thing. Perhaps as a protection mechanism, a picture of the boss flashes in her head. He's a really nice man, but nothing to look at. Another thought of him naked, sitting behind his desk, motioning for her to come into his office, telling her to close the door flashes in Reanne's head.
"Eewwww", she hears herself say out loud.
She hits the send button for Misty's email.
"Lunch sounds good. I'll meet you at your cube at 1130a".
She then deletes kinkyofficeguy's email without a response.
The morning goes by in it's usual slowness. The clock says 1115a.
Boink! Another email.
Subject-Lunch, sender-Misty.
What now! Reanne wonders.
"Sorry, husband just called, can't make lunch. Maybe tomorrow?" the message reads.
Reanne replies with her regrets, saying that she hopes everything is ok. She decides to go to the park and fantasize some more. As she gets up to leave, her computer boinks again. Reanne decides to read it after lunch and walks out.
Not feeling very hungry, she finds a nice spot with just enough shade to keep her from getting too hot while sitting in her car. Her eyes close as she listens to the radio. Her mind wanders.
Boink! Another message from kinkyofficeguy.
Subject-office play.
Why does he keep sending me messages? she asks herself. Almost ready to delete it again, she changes her mind.
"Lets see what the boss has in mind!" she says aloud.
Message- Cuffs, blindfolds, leather straps. Sound interesting?
If it hadn't been such a pathetic message, she'd laugh out loud and delete the message.
Boink! Subject-Something's Rising!
"This is becoming harassment. I'm going to complain."
Reanne having fallen asleep in her car, wakes herself from the disturbing dream. Looking at her watch, she sighs with relief, realizing that it's only 1201p.
"Maybe I should go eat something".
She starts her car and gets ready to leave the park. Looking into the rearview mirror, she sees Alex sitting in his car reading a paper.
"Funny that he'd come to the same park."
Deciding to turn her engine off, she opens the car door and walks around outside hoping that he'll notice and wave or something. Peeking over the top of her sun glasses, Reanne looks to see if he's looking.
He's not.
In an effort to get his attention, she stretches her arms back pushing her breasts out and making a stretching noise.
He looks in her direction, smiles and waves. He leans over and sarcastically shouts out his window,
"Hey, can ya keep it down a little? I'm trying to read here," smiling warmly.
Reanne notices that his eyes linguered on her breasts a little longer, before taking her in from head to toe. She gives him a wry smile and asks what he's reading.
