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With a slight blush to my cheeks, barely hidden by my light make up, I chirped "Nope - thanks. Have a good lunch."
She smiled and went on her way. I drew a large breath and got up from my chair. Pulling my skirt back down to its proper level, I exited my office and took a stroll through the maze of cubicles. This was a normal routine for me as this is when I deliver mail, but today it had a different meaning. I was seeing who was left in the office. Of the group, only 3 were eating lunch or still working at their desks. With a smile, I returned to my office, stood behind my desk and before I chickened out reached up and quickly pulled my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I sat back down in my chair and picked them up off the floor. Before I placed them in my desk drawer, I couldn't help but notice that they were damp. Was it left over from when I read your story or was this new perfume left on the fabric? Before I realized it, I had dismissed the thought and had thrown them on top of my purse and shut the drawer.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the hard copy of the story. Almost like someone preparing to begin a test, I took another deep breath then thumbed through the pages to the place where you wanted me to read from.
I found my place on page 9 and began to read. '...From the first day he saw Jamie walk into the classroom he had fantasized about her. Everything about the young girl appealed to his most primal urges...' Even with that first sentence, I felt myself becoming aroused. The thin hair on my arms stood up like I was cold, and yet, I felt familiar warmth growing between my legs. My face was becoming warmer as well. I knew I was blushing - I could feel the heat.
My heart began to beat harder as I read on. I kept reminding myself that you wanted me to wondering what you were feeling while you wrote it. It was easiest for me just to place you in the role of the Coach. I continued to read and as I went along I discovered that I was placing myself in the part of Jamie. The obvious lack of panties under my skirt didn't do anything to dispel this thought. As the tension built between the two characters, so too did the tension and the level of arousal I was feeling.
When Tori entered the scene I noticed that I was placing myself in both of the girl's characters. I was getting very into the story. And even as thoughts of you reading my essay began to enter my brain, I couldn't help but to continue reading. At times I found myself reading the same paragraph two or three times before moving on. '...Ron, would you like to watch me kiss Jamie?' As Tori said that I felt myself squeeze my thighs together. Gently pinching my most sensitive spot with my muscles and feeling the results of my arousal begin to spill from within. This task you had assigned to me was working. Whatever you wanted to happen was in fact happening. I was encapsulated by the story, your wishes and my fantasy.
"What is he doing to me?" I asked. "Why am I doing this?" I quipped with only one answer. "Because!" That's all I could think of and with that thought, a smile streaked across my face.
I continued to read a little farther. I got up to the point where Tori was hopping up on the desk and Ron was positioning himself between her legs. That's when a simple yet interesting thought came into my mind and I stopped. I leaned back into my chair, looked around my office as if searching for words to describe my thought. And it came to me. I may be reading way too much into this, but it seemed so right. You wanted me to place us into this story. It was your wish to have me envision us together like this.
Your subtle hints and jokes referring to my beauty in past e-mails suddenly paralleled the thoughts Coach has for Jamie.