I wanted to know how it felt elsewhere on my body, whether his hand was heavy or gentle. His soft fingers looked like they were excellent for holding and I found myself drifting into one of my usual fantasies.
After entering my house, I set my things up on the coffee table and settled in, debating whether or not to take care of the annoying tingle in my vulva. I shifted from foot to foot in deep thought as my fantasies started to take over.
Try as I might, I couldn’t ignored the painful tugging in my lower pelvis, pulling me away from the couch and towards the bathroom where I turned on the shower. I discarded my beautiful work clothes – the ones I had worn in hopes that Devon might notice – and stepped into the steady stream of warmth that greeted me.
As I lathered my body in my favorite lavender soap, I began to slide my fingers further down my torso to my aching lips, moving between the slippery folds with ease. A smile crossed my face as I smoothed my fingers over my own taut skin, enjoying the warmth of my bud poking beneath the folds of my beautiful rose petals.
The ardent loving of my hand was more than welcome, a delicious treat before I had to work for the remainder of the evening. I imagined Devon standing in front of me with droplets of water decorating his broad chest and toned arms.
The long fingers slipped under mine, taking control of my pleasure in an instant. The blood in my veins surged, rushing to the site of arousal as soon as I had Devon within my mind’s eye. Fingers were twitching in a passionate frenzy to inspire my climax, his thumb heavily pressed into my engorged clit and eliciting short moans.
I became breathtakingly aware of the water rushing down my soapy body and the bubbles that tickled my nipples. Leaning into the tile of the wall, I released a loud moan and pictured Devon’s hand moving faster against my skin, causing my hips to buck forward and my body to shake.
My climax consumed me as my moans echoed through the bathroom, the water refreshing me back to reality as I released my vulva. I was disappointed to see the tub empty as I had hoped my fantasy might have been real. Was it really so childish of me to want him this way? I just wanted him to caress my skin and make me feel less alone. Surely he had plenty of affection to offer and I was so willing to accept it. If only he would notice me. If only I could tell him.
I used to feel awkward walking into work in the morning and greeting Mr. Bloom knowing that I had been fantasizing about him the previous night. The occurrence was so common now that it felt like a daily habit, something like eating and driving.
While distracted by my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed the dry cleaning hanging up on the coat rack next to my desk. Maura, who worked at the desk just a few feet away from me, nudged me after I sat down and stood over me the way she did any time she had a fresh piece of gossip. I wasn’t the type to repeat it, but it was titillating to listen to the strange things she heard.
There was one hefty rumor floating around that the janitor had gotten our recent temp pregnant and she had to go have an abortion paid for by the company to avoid a horrible scandal. It sounded so superfluous, but I had to confirm that it wasn’t true and went back through some charges on the company card. Nothing strange showed up and the rumor dispelled itself the following week.
Maura was standing so close that I could nearly identify the toothpaste she used that morning, right down to the brand. Her teeth were sparkling behind her glossed lips and I could spot her tongue ring hiding in her mouth while her lips moved.
“I see someone has a new ballgown waiting for her,” she said while motioning with her eyes towards the rack behind me.
I turned to see the dry cleaning bag and the shining fabric beneath it, nearly swooning at the sight of the expensive material. For whom was that dress? It must have been something Devon had personally delivered, perhaps from a date or for a future one. I studied the gold letters on the clear plastic, noting it was a dry cleaning store from the more affluent side of town.
“Where did that come from?” I whispered while turning back to Maura. “I haven’t seen a date listed on Mr. Bloom’s schedule and no one has called about a dress.”
“Maybe it’s for you,” Maura said playfully.
I pushed her arm gently and blushed.
“There’s no way that’s for me. I wouldn’t even look good in such a thing,” I said quickly. “Would I?”
Maura smiled wide.
“You would look absolutely charming in that sort of dress. Maybe the boss is about to come on to you,” she said while raising her eyebrows.
Before I could respond, Devon walked into the main office area and Maura scurried back to her desk while I composed myself. I pretended that I didn’t notice the dress and started unloading files from my satchel, opening my laptop to start getting some work done. Devon approached my desk and gently laid a ticket on top of a vanilla folder and then waited for me to look up.
“Good morning, sir. What is this?” I asked innocently.
He motioned towards the ticket, pointing out the embossed lettering on the cream colored paper. It was beautifully designed with curly letters taking up most of the space, describing the admittance of Devon Bloom plus one guest of his choice.
There was no listed address and the sentence at the bottom read, “Where dreaming is a delight.” I studied this with curiosity, wondering what they were referring to and then looked back up to see Devon’s eyes glittering down at me. The smile on his face was intensely mischievous, his lips curling upwards as if hiding a diabolical plan. I shivered.