Doing A Carol 9
Dear Diary.
Poxy Michael.
Poxy fucking Michael.
He’s been messaging me all week. ‘How are you? Are you having a good day? What are you up to? Fancy a chat?’
Chat! Chat about what? There’s nothing to say.
This week I’ve been exhausted with work, attending a few functions and ordering our new line in designer lingerie.
I’m not lying but it’s been tough juggling everything, so I’ve been trying to get some early nights. Jerry, on the other hand, likes to stay up late in his office and do his paperwork. He’s more of a night owl then me.
‘Hello. Yes I’m fine thanks,’ I replied bluntly. Trying not to give him any encouragement.
It’s 11pm and I’m struggling to read a book in bed, but can’t get into it. My mind is working over time.
Ping. ‘I’m good too. Thanks for asking.’
I didn’t ask.
Ping. ‘When are you back down again?’
‘I don’t know.’ I did know, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
Ping. ‘Fancy a drink when you’re back?’
‘That will be nice. Thank you. It would be great for Jerry and I to catch up with Sara and you.’
Ping. ‘I meant just the two of us.’
Shit. Here it comes. I must control myself. I must control myself.
‘I’ll have to let you know when I’m free. I’m very busy at the moment.’
Ping. ‘A busy girl is a dull girl.’
‘I’m certainly not a dull girl.’ How rude!
Ping. ‘Prove it.’
‘What?’
Ping. ‘I said prove it.’
What is he saying? What is he asking?
‘What do you mean prove it?’
Ping. ‘Take a picture.’
‘Of what?’ Knowing full well when he meant.
Ping. ‘Take a picture of yourself. A naughty picture.’
‘No way. Jerry’s in his office.’
Ping. ‘I dare you. Put that sexy basque and stockings on for me.’
I so want to, but shouldn’t.
‘No.’
Ping. ‘Go on. You’ve seen me in my pants and my cock.’
‘That’s different.’
Ping. ‘How different?
‘It just is.’
Ping. ‘Go on. Nip into your bathroom and slip in to them for me. I know you want to.’
Damn it. Can he read my mind?
Ping. ‘It’s only fair!’
Shit. He’s got a point. I gave in. I know I shouldn’t as I’m a strong woman.
‘OK. Give me a few minutes.’
Ping. ‘I can’t wait.’
What have I promised? It’s only a picture, right? Nothing bad about that, is there?
Starting to get excited once more, I slipped out of bed, grabbed the lingerie from my chest of drawers and headed in to my bathroom. It’s a good job that Jerry and I have our own dressing rooms and bathrooms.
With my outfit on, I sat on a chair and quickly took a headless selfie.
Sent!
Now just waiting for a reply.
Nothing. So I took another picture, but this time I set the timer on my phone, sat on the edge of my bath and spred my legs.
Sent. Still nothing.
What the fuck. What do you want? Oh, I know what you want.
One more go. This time I removed my knickers and took the same shot as before.
Ping. ‘Nice.’
‘Is that all you can say?’
Ping. ‘Sorry. I’m in my local with my work colleagues having drinks for one of their birthdays.’
‘Oh.’
Ping. ‘I’m gonna nip in the toilets and look at them properly. I don’t want anyone to see them.’
‘Nor do I!’
Five minutes have gone by and no news, no pings and no replies.
Bastard!
I want his compliments. I want him to say that he likes what he sees. I want his cock.
Ping. ‘Wow. Fucking hot!’
About time.
‘Thanks. I’m glad you like.’
Ping. ‘You’ve got me hard.’
‘Good.’
Ping. ‘I’m wanking in the toilets over them.’
Classy!
‘That’s nice.’
Ping. ‘We need to meet up.’
‘Yes.’
Shit. I’ve sent a wrong message. Meant to have said ‘oh.’ Poxy subconscious.
Ping. ‘Great. Will look forward to that.’
What the hell. ‘Me too.’
Ping. ‘Can’t wait to fuck you.’
And there it is.
‘I bet.’
Ping. ‘Sorry. Been drinking lots.’
‘That’s OK.’
Ping. ‘Would love to kiss your pussy.’
Wow. Not even Jerry’s done that to me.
‘That’s nice.’
Ping. ‘Stop teasing me.’
‘Am I?’
Ping. ‘You know you are. I saw you looking at me in the car.’
‘I can’t complain. It was a nice view.’
Ping. ‘Well you’ll be able to see it close up soon.’
‘Yes.’ I can’t wait.
Ping. ‘Gotta go as the boys will be wondering where I am.’
‘Well we don’t want to upset the boys now, do we?’
Ping. ‘No, you won’t upset them.’
What’s that supposed to mean?
Ping. ‘Speak soon.’
‘Night.’ Then silence.
Well that’s it then. The seed has been planted. Now I need to get undressed before Jerry catches me in this garb.
I then quickly got undressed and just reached the bed as Jerry entered the room. Poor sod. We wished each other a goodnight and then I happily fell asleep.
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