Stacey sat at work staring at the computer screen in front of her, her mind not really on her work this day. She thought that she had moved on from him, after months of messages and chats she thought they had both lost interest. A new boyfriend had helped, and she had lots of fun times with him, but as the shine came off that relationship, her mind had drifted back toward him more often than she wanted to admit.
She had gone looking online for the stories he had written for her, but they were gone, he had taken them down. No longer did she have her little corner of the internet where she could take herself to relive those memories and pleasure herself.
Then it happened.
She found an email from him sitting in her inbox, and she responded. Yes, she would like to chat if he still wanted to.
She sat staring at her computer screen now wondering if that was the right thing to do. Some things are best left in the past. Their games had been fun. She had shared photos and thoughts with him that she shared with few others, but perhaps that was just the past.
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He had visited their old website a few times, to see if there was anyone there to start an interesting chat with. He always started each visit checking if she was there, but she never was. He remembered the photos she had shared with him; photos of herself. some clothed, some not. He wished he had kept them, he wished he had the images to connect to the memories of their chats as he pleasured himself, like they'd used to do together. He had the memories sure, but he missed the things they discussed in their chats.
Then he'd sent her an email, not thinking she'd respond and suspecting she wanted him to leave her alone. When the 'new mail' symbol had appeared on his email he caught his breath. He responded straight away, she was back checking into their old chat site. A few chats later they were talking about old times, it was then she had told him where she was working and he realised she was not that far away.
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He had to admit it to himself, it sounded crazy. Chat is one thing, but this idea was completely inappropriate. Yet he'd never thought they'd be chatting again, never realised that they were so close. She mentioned in her emails about how she wished she had copies of his stories, he desperately wanted any photos of her he could get. Should he? He wanted to test the boundaries, he wanted to see if she was up for their games again. Meeting had always been a key part of their fantasy game.
The email simply read:
"S
This Saturday, will you meet me outside your work? Don't talk to me, just come out the back of your work and let me fuck you.
M"
PS Take off your panties before you come. I will be there."
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She couldn't believe she was contemplating this. In fact she couldn't believe he had suggested it. But, how could she resist it? This was an extension of their games with one another, an extension of their chats. He had the ability to captivate her mind with his stories and descriptions. She'd love to know if he could captivate her body as well.
She turned to her colleague and asked her if she could cover her while she used the bathroom.
As she walked into the ladies bathroom, she locked the door behind her. She needed this time to herself. She was nervous, excited and unsure whether to go through with this.
"I can't believe I am even thinking about this." She said to herself in the mirror. Staring at her reflection, she realised she was wearing an outfit perfect for what he has suggested, a short plaid skirt and her fitted white button down shirt. How could he have possibly known?
Taking a deep breath she slid her hands up under either side of her skirt and slipped her fingers into the elastic of her black lacy panties, dragging them down over her hips. They fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, she reached down to pick them up, looked at them in her hand and then scrunching them into a ball she looked at herself in the mirror and lets out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding.
