Special Project 1

"Hey, Theresa!" Brian had just texted Theresa.

"Hi Brian!"

"I wish I could have spent more time with you this afternoon."

Theresa responded, "Me too! But I understand. Too many prying eyes."

"You looked good today. I shouldn't say this, but I was tempted to feel you up."

"Mm-mm, why didn't you? I would have liked that." Theresa shivered in delight at the thought of Brian's hands on her.

Brian sighed as he typed. "Too many eyes and cameras. Maybe sometime, if no one is around, I will."

Theresa admitted, "That's so hot! I think the fantasy of sex at work is such a turn-on."

"I want to feel your big tits in my hands."

Theresa felt herself growing warm. "Does that make you hard?"

"You know that it does." Brian wished he could touch himself.

"I like when your cock is hard. Can you play with it right now?"

"I wish. She's still up."

"So is he."

"When you can, pinch your nipples for me and be my good little girl."

"Yes, Daddy!" She knew that response would make him even harder.

---

Theresa and Brian worked for the same company. Brian was a field tech, and Theresa did the scheduling and payroll for the techs in the department Brian worked in. He and Theresa considered themselves friends and had a close online friendship. They never let that relationship bleed over to their working relationship. At work they were professional but friendly.

Both were married, and neither displayed any dissatisfaction with their lives. They chatted often online in the evening and late into the night. Quite often the discussion would turn sexual, with each of them masturbating as they chatted.

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Nine months earlier.

Brian sat in his work van, closing his most recent service call on his work cell. He looked at his schedule and the time. His next call wasn't scheduled until after lunch. He had enough time to stop by the office and pick up parts for a call scheduled near the end of the day.

Just as he was getting ready to drive, his phone alerted him to a new text message. "All Techs: Be at the office at 13:00 for a MANDATORY meeting. Your attendance is critical. DO NOT be late!"

His personal cell rang almost immediately. It was Jack, his coworker. "Hey, did you get the text?"

Brian replied, "Yeah, just now!"

"What do you think it's about?"

"I don't know; I think it has to do with that woman, what was her name, Theresa, who said she was from corporate."

"Do you think the rumors of the merger or buyout are true?" Jack asked.

Brian shrugged his shoulders in response. "You've seen the rumors online; it's no secret that we're for sale. When that Tommy guy bought us, he did say there was a five-year plan, and this is year five."

The meeting lasted precisely seven minutes. The rumors were true; they had been bought out, and in exactly four weeks all employees, at least the ones that would still have a job, would report for work at Allied Communications. Outside in the parking lot, the techs and installers gathered and discussed the events that had transpired.

Of the thirty-six employees at General, only twenty-two made the transition. Four left immediately; the other ten were RIF'ed before the transition.

Brian went to find the coffee machine in the break room. There he saw someone he recognized, Theresa. "Hey, I recognize you!"

Theresa smiled, "Hello, Brian, I recognize you as well. Welcome."

"You work here?" Brian was still surprised to see her.

"I do," Theresa smiled. "And we will be working together."

"What were you doing at General for that month?"

"Nothing very exciting," she explained. "Basically, it was transferring all of your payroll and benefits information over to Allied. We use a lot of the same software, but some of it doesn't directly translate."

This was the first time he had spoken to Theresa or been this close to her. Her hair was dark and long, reaching almost to her waist. She had pretty eyes behind her glasses; they sparkled when she smiled.

"You said we'll be working together; what will you be doing?" Brian asked her.

"I'll be your service co-coordinator. I'm the one assigning jobs to your queue and setting appointment times. And working with you and the other techs. I'll also submit your time cards and PTO requests to payroll."

"You do know that I don't start until 10:00 and work later?"

Theresa nodded her head in acknowledgment. "Yes, and I'm excited to finally have a tech working later."

In the coming days and weeks, Theresa's cubicle was the one place in the new office where he felt welcome and comfortable. He would come in after lunch and do his paperwork. He would sit and chat with Theresa as she worked. He began to appreciate her quick wit and dry sense of humor.

Brian was glad their supervisor had come with them; he served as a buffer between the overly aggressive branch manager and techs from General. He could feel the resentment from the Allied techs as the techs and installers from General still wore General uniforms and drove General vehicles and only serviced the General accounts.

"Good afternoon," Brian announced his arrival at Theresa's cubicle with a cheery voice.

Theresa looked up from her work and gave him a warning. "Be careful, they're watching everyone who's coming in and keeping track of how much time they spend in here."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Sure they are, cheap bastards."

He set his paperwork on the desk and pulled the spare chair over so that he was near Theresa. Without looking up, he whispered, "I found you on Facebook last night."

Theresa cracked a wry grin. "Did you? And what did you find?"

"Pictures."

"What kind of pictures?" Theresa looked over at Brian with a doubtful look.

Brian looked up. "Amazing pictures from an artist. You work with fabric like a painter works with oils."

Theresa blushed, "Well, thank you, kind sir."

"Would you find it inappropriate if I added you as a friend?"

Theresa shook her head. "No, that would be fine."

---

Brian was an amateur photographer. One of the main reasons he had switched from Android to Apple on his personal phone was the quality of the camera on the iPhone and the photo editing capabilities. During his day he would often find photo opportunities.

As he sat in Theresa's cubicle, he would share the pictures he had taken with her. She was looking at his phone when an alert from Scrabble popped up on the screen.

Theresa gave Brian a long look. "You play Scrabble?"

"I do," Brian answered.

"Would you like to play with me?"

Brian purred and winked, "I'll play with you anytime!"

Theresa blushed, "That's not what I meant."

"I know, but a guy can hope," Brian laughed.

Theresa rolled her eyes in mock disgust, but her smile told the true story. "Message me on Facebook with your Scrabble username, and I'll start a game with you tonight."

Brian stood up and put his completed paperwork in Theresa's tray. "Perfect! Well, I had better get rolling before someone starts to complain."

"Bye!" Theresa waved and went back to work.

---

Theresa was a good Scrabble player, holding a slight advantage in the games won. Brian was impressed with her vocabulary and her skill at using the board to her advantage. One night out of desperation, Brian played the word "tits," and then on his next play, "cock."

Theresa texted on the game app. "So, do you want to play dirty word Scrabble?"

Brian replied, "Sure, what's that?"

"We write a story with the dirty words we use as we play."

"Okay, sounds like fun."

The rest of the evening was spent playing Scrabble and exchanging highly suggestive sexual messages.

When Theresa played the word "fetish," she asked Brian, "What are your fetishes?"

Brian was already highly aroused. "Anything to do with breasts and lingerie, that would be my biggest fetish."

"What about lingerie?" Theresa was curious. "Do you like wearing it?"

Brian laughed as he typed his reply. "No! I like seeing nice and sexy lingerie on women. I have, on occasion, used a bra on my cock as I masturbated."

"That is kinky, but hot at the same time. Would you masturbate using my bra?"

He shivered at the thought, "I would; that would be such a turn-on."

Theresa smiled as she read his response. "You never know."

"What do you mean?" Brian queried.

Her smile grew even larger. "You never know; you just might get that chance."

"Do you like sexy lingerie, Theresa?

"Yes, I do," she responded.

"Do you own any sexy bras?"

"Um, not really, not what I would describe as being sexy."

"Why not?" Brian was curious.

"I've never thought about it. Who would appreciate me wearing it?"

"I would."

"Just how would you appreciate it?" Theresa wondered as she replied.

"By talking to you about what you were wearing and asking you about how it makes you feel. How it turns me on knowing what lingerie you're wearing. What do you think about buying some?"

Theresa paused for a moment before replying. "I'll think about it. If I did, would you like to see a pic of me wearing the bra?"

"I would love that!"

---

Theresa looked up from Brian's phone. "You are a good photographer. Have you thought about publishing some of your work?"

Brian shook his head. "No, that would make it too much like a job. I think it would take away the enjoyment."

"I can understand that; that would be like me selling quilts online. It would cease being a want-to and become a have-to." Theresa agreed. "But, be more careful of what you have on your phone. Or did you leave pictures of your erection on there with the intention of me seeing them?" She raised her eyebrows at Brian as she handed the phone back to him.

Brian blushed. "No, I meant to delete them."

"Mm-hmm." Theresa didn't sound convinced. She looked around her cubicle and then whispered, "You have a very nice cock."

The blush deepened from a crimson to a deep red. "I'm so sorry..."

"Oh, I just bet you are, naughty boy." Theresa smiled at him; in her mind she wondered what that cock would feel like in her mouth.

---

"Are you wearing a bra?" Brian didn't look up from his reports.

Theresa blushed. "Of course I am."

"What color is it?"

"The same color that my face is at the moment." Her blush deepened a couple of shades.

Brian was incredulous. "No way! Red!"

He looked at Theresa with disbelief. Calm, conservative Theresa, wearing a red bra?

She gave Brian a very quiet smile. "You remember the one you showed me?"

Brian's jaw dropped. "The shelf bra?"

Theresa only nodded her affirmation.

Brian felt his cock stiffen as he remembered that particular conversation. It had turned him on showing her pictures of bras he found attractive. He had masturbated as they had chatted and discussed what they had liked and disliked about each of the bras he had shown her. Brian had no idea that she had ordered at least one of them.

"And you bought it in red, like the one I showed you?" His voice was just above a whisper.

Theresa nodded again. "It's the exact one you showed me."

"Will you show it to me?"

She gave a little shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe. We'll see."

"You're my naughty little girl, Miss Theresa." Brian got up from his chair; it was time for him to get back to work.

Theresa gave him a self-satisfied grin and gave him a little wave. She enjoyed it when he called her sexual names when they chatted, but in person it seemed more personal and much more erotic.

Ordering the bra online had been an impulse buy, and until it had arrived, she had regretted spending the money. After it had arrived and she had tried it on, those regrets vanished. It was hard for Theresa to believe that wearing it could have the effect on her that it did.

Looking at herself in the mirror as she got dressed that morning had turned her on. Her erect nipples were exposed over the top of the red lace of the bra. Her silk blouse teased her naked nipples, causing them to remain hard and erect. A light button-up sweater hid her nipples from view, but Theresa still felt exposed and, to her surprise, aroused. She had wondered what Brian's reaction would be when he found out she had ordered the bra he had sent her pictures of. Or what he would think once he found out she had purchased several of the bras from her secret sewing fund.

---

"OMG! That's so hot!" Brian exclaimed in a chat message!

Theresa smiled as she read his message. "So, you're not disappointed?"

She had waited for several weeks to send him the picture of her wearing the red bra. She still hadn't told him of the other two she had purchased. She had worn the black quarter bra to work, and as with the red bra, her naked nipples had been teased all day. Theresa had been in a constant state of arousal the whole day.

"Disappointed? Hell no! You look so freaking hot wearing that!" Brian was almost drooling looking at the picture of Theresa wearing the red bra and her erect brown nipples poking over the top of the cup.

She knew he wouldn't be disappointed. Unlike some other men she had known online, Brian had never been pushy or demanding that she send him sexual pictures. Those men had always made her feel tense and on edge. When chatting with Brian, she felt comfortable. And quite often, as she was now, quite aroused.

"I'm glad you liked it; I certainly enjoyed wearing it and taking the picture for you."

Brian rubbed his growing erection through his sleep boxers. "Does it make you feel sexy when you wear it?"

Theresa nodded at the screen. "Feel sexy? The whole time I wear it, I feel turned on."

"Mm, yum!"

"I have a secret; do you want to hear it?" Theresa let out a little giggle as she sent the message.

"I would love to hear it." Brian waited in anticipation.

"When I bought the red bra, I actually bought two more."

Brian's jaw dropped. "No way! What did you buy?"

A picture of Theresa wearing a blue quarter-cup bra appeared on his screen. For a long moment he was speechless, rendered mute by her picture. His fingers hovered over his phone as he tried to come up with an appropriate reply.

"Wow! Just wow!"

Theresa's face glowed, partly with embarrassment and partly with pride. "I'm glad you like it. It was what I was wearing today at work."

Brian sounded wistful. "I wish I would have known."

"Maybe you should ask," Theresa teased.

"I may have to start asking. How did it feel wearing it to work?"

"I feel very sexy wearing it."

"You look very sexy." Brian paused for a moment and then asked, "What's the third bra you bought?"

Theresa smiled at the screen. "I haven't tried it on yet. You'll have to wait until I wear it to see it."

"When will that be?" Brian tried to remember all of the bras he had shared with her.

Theresa imagined Brian drooling with desire and possibly with his hand on his erection. That thought pleased her; she enjoyed arousing him. Finally, she typed her response. "I'm not sure. But I do have an idea."

"Do tell." Brian's response was instantaneous.

"Not yet." She thought about telling him her plan, but too many details still needed to be worked out before she could share her idea with him.

---

"I like your writing." Theresa didn't look up from her computer screen.

Brian pretended to be engrossed in reading the newest version of the company safety manual. He was in the office to read the manual and then to take a test. He wondered what the punishment for failing would be. He cast a sideways glance at Theresa. "I had hoped you would enjoy my writing."

Theresa looked over at Brian and said in a very quiet voice, "Enjoy? Isn't that the word you used for..." She then silently mouthed the word "Masturbation?"

Brian gave her an astonished look and shook his head. "I hadn't thought about that." He furrowed his eyebrows and then asked, "Well, did you -- enjoy yourself?"

Theresa turned beet red. "I think you know the answer. That's why you sent me the story, knowing full well what it would do to me."

"I didn't know, but I had hoped..." Brian stopped as the HR director walked up.

"Brian. Can I ask why you are in here?" The HR director was a balding little man with beady eyes. Theresa had mentioned once or twice that he creeped her out at times.

Brian held up the safety manual. "Just following the email I got from Mike to come in here, read the manual, take the test, and sign the acknowledgment." Mike was Brian's direct report and had come with Brian from General.

The HR director looked disappointed at Brian's answer. "Don't dawdle; there's still work to be done." With that admonishment, Mr. Beady Eyes continued to his office.

"Officious little prick," Brian whispered under his breath.

---

Brian left Mike's office and sat down in Theresa's cubicle. There was no Theresa, but there was a note. "Brian, don't leave until I see you!"

He pulled his personal cell from his back pocket and sent a text to Theresa, "I'm at your desk."

Her reply was almost instant. "Be right there."

Theresa was there about the same time as Brian was reading her text. She was wearing a mischievous grin as she sat down.

"Today is your lucky day," she said, with the grin growing. She handed Brian a box.

He looked puzzled. "What's this?"

"Don't open it here. Wait until you get into your truck."

Brian gave her a quizzical look.

"Please." Theresa mouthed her silent plea.

He nodded and put the box on his clipboard. "I better get out of here; I see he's giving me the big eye."

Once in his company truck, he opened the box. On top was a folded note; he opened the tissue paper and found a black satin bra. He unfolded the note and began to read.

"This was my one sexy bra before I bought the new ones. I want you to masturbate with this bra. I don't normally ask for pictures of penises, but I do want to see you masturbating with my bra."

He pulled the bra from the box and held it up to his nose. It smelled clean and fresh, like the soap he thought Theresa must use. He used his personal cell to snap a selfie with him holding the bra next to his face. He sent Theresa a copy with the caption, "Thanks!"

---

That evening as they chatted, Theresa asked, "Do you like it?" She was referring to the bra.

"I love it! You really surprised me. I really didn't expect you to give me one of your bras." Brian looked at the black piece of lingerie still in the box.

"Will you -- use it?" Theresa was curious.

"Oh yes!" He removed the bra from the box and fondled it. He loved thinking about her breasts being ensconced in the black satin material.

"I want you to enjoy yourself, and the pun is intended."

"Are you able to join me?" Brian asked.

Theresa sighed as she looked at her daughter watching the television. "No, my daughter is out here with me. But, please, don't let that stop you. We can still chat."

"It will be like you're watching me. I like that, being watched." Brian was aroused. He had been in a constant state of partial arousal for most of the afternoon since opening the box from Theresa.

"I've never watched a man masturbate." Theresa admitted. "Have you masturbated for women before?"

"Yes," Brian admitted. "It's one of my fetishes, being watched."

"Are you doing it right now?" She knew what the answer was but wanted him to tell her what he was doing.

"I am."

"Tell me what you're doing."

"My cock is hard, and I'm slowly stroking it while touching your bra." His hand moved slowly up and down his excited shaft.

Theresa wished she was alone; she wanted very much to be able to play with her wet pussy. "Does it turn you on knowing my breasts were in that bra earlier today?"

"Were they?" Brian answered back, surprised.

"Yes, I took it off when you were in with Mike."

"So, you were braless when I was talking to you?" Brian's astonishment continued.

Theresa wore a smug smile as she replied to his message, "Yes, very much braless. I wanted to tell you, but too many people were around."