Theodora Kingsley found it particularly odd that her internet lover, who referred to himself only as Jack, wasn't logged in. She stared at the computer screen, distaste clearly written on her face. She was incredibly horny today and no one could get her hotter than Jack. She'd had yet another grueling day at the office, and what with the Cranson file to be hurried along, she was stressed to her eyeballs. Just thinking about Jacks way with words had a pit of lust curling up inside her stomach.
She sat there for another five minutes, hoping he would show, but when he did not, she sighed and went to draw a bath. Theo, as her friends and close co-workers called her, eased into the extremely hot tub and rested her head on the rim. The heat and steam did nothing to ease the ache in her, and she found her thoughts drifting towards their past few internet conversations.
Three months ago, if someone would have told her she would be cybering on the internet, she would have laughed in their face. When a long time friend encouraged her to explore chat rooms, she had to admit she was intrigued by the adult chat and began to frequent them. Theo had diddled in a few starter conversations with other amateurs, but it wasn't until she met Jack that she became really turned on.
From the get-go he was a demanding person, very blunt and to the point. He had a baser side, and when he wrote words they opened up a part of her she had never known existed. Several times she had masturbated herself into a fury, cumming so hard that she felt as if her head would explode. He dominated her in every way that was possible in cyber space, torturing her with his words. He had refused to give her any way to get in touch with him, not even an email address. She was a bit disappointed, but the more she thought of it, the more she knew it was for the better. What would the CEO of a huge accounting firm do with a man like that?
Theo's thoughts continued on, recalling bits and pieces of their last encounter. Jack had clearly worded a vision in her mind. He had described how he would tie her up, in an almost painful position, so she couldn't even stretch her limbs, and force her to go down on him. She could see it in her head, his raging cock shoved deep in her throat, choking her even, stretching the sides of her mouth painfully. The eroticism of it had her soaking wet even now, and she pinched one of her nipples hard.
With the picture of it clearly etched in her mind, Theo slid her hands over her soapy body, making tendrils of lust embed in her stomach. She loved to be touched, but even now she ached so that even her own touch wasn't enough. She wanted a man's hands on her body, rough hands. Not the hands of a pompous executive who had a manicure every week, but a working mans hands. A pair that were callused and hard, that scratched over her body like sandpaper.
She slid her manicured hand between her legs, fondling herself beneath the water. There in her stylish bathtub, in her stylish apartment, she fingered herself into a frenzy, moaning in pleasure. With only her mind for a catalyst, she panted in pure lust, using one hand to drive her towards orgasm and the other to pinch her nipples so hard she gasped in pain once or twice.
When she finally climaxed, crying out so loud she feared being heard, her limp body slid deeper into the water. With her brain buzzing and her body burning, she relaxed, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.
Her eyes shot open and she tensed.
She heard a footstep.
Theo didn't move, just strained to listen, fear in her belly. When she didn't hear it again, she chalked it up to nerves and laughed. It was her imagination. Besides, no one could get past the doorman and up to her apartment without her knowing it.
She let the water out and reached for a towel. Wrapping it around her body, she checked her reflection in the mirror.
