"What are you doing?" Mike asked as he leaned over my shoulder in the break room.
"Oh just a...nothing really." I said as I quickly shut the cover closed on my binder. I looked up at Mike as he towered over me as I sat on the low sofa in. Mike is well over six feet and very muscular. His brown eyes looked down on me and smiled a smile that said that he knew I really was doing something.
"I don't believe you." Mike said with a wicked grin that confirmed the sparkle in his eyes. Mike loves to flirt and tease with everybody but I had noticed a certain extra attentiveness when he talked to me lately. "I see you baked again. The cookies are great." Mike mumbled as a he sat next to me on the sofa eating one of the peanut butter cookies I had baked that morning.
I am a visiting therapist who works with troubled students. I travel between three school districts, which does not convert to an active social life. Most of the time I either driving, on the phone, or reading reports. Sex was something that was on my mind but also something that rarely happened with a real person. Lately thing that got a good work out on my bed was my trusty vibrator.
Mike scooped up two more cookies and sat back down a little closer this time before saying, "So what brings you by our school this time Jessica?"
I but my binder on the floor next to my feet and turned slightly, "Just a follow up actually. Doing a three-month check up on an old case. Looks like things worked out for the best. Student is doing much better in his classes and the mother now has a new apartment and job. I just finished the paper work to release him from my case load." I motioned to the folder that was on the end table.
"What I really want to know is what is in the binder that got you all worked up?" Mike said as he turned to face me. Ours knees brushed each other on the small sofa that was more of a love seat. A small tingle started low in my belly.
"I told you I was just working on some paper work." I said quickly turning away to hide the telltale blush I could feel staining my cheeks. I never was a very good liar.
Mike placed a finger under my chin and tilted my face to him and gently whispered, "That's a lie and we both know it. I was watching you for five minutes before saying anything and I saw your breathing get faster and faster. No state report makes anybody breathe like that." Mike held my gaze for several moments before taking his finger away from my face and sliding it down my neck to my shoulder.
What he saw was true. My breathing had been getting faster as I proofread the latest chapter from my book. The schools that I worked for would not be very happy is they new that in my spare time I wrote sex stories under a pen name. I had sold 4 books so far and had a pending contract for 3 more. I was making twice the money than working for the school system and all I ad to do was use my imagination. I had some time to kill before my next meeting and was taking the time to go over what I typed up the night before. Sometimes I would get so worked up writing that I would have to stop and rub my pussy to orgasm just so I could focus.
"So what got you so worked up?" Mike asked in his silky deep voice. The hand that had caressed my neck now rested on my knee that was still touching his.
"It was just a story. Nothing special." I whispered not trusting my own voice.