The brilliant silence this time told me what I needed to know. His pants were starting to get tight, and he would need to keep a stern outwardly look as he held that phone to his face like it was his only source of air under a mile of water.
“Oops, am I saying too much?” I chuckled intentionally, “I don’t mean to be so forward Michael, after all we just met. I just want you to know how sexy you make me feel. I am actually touching my breasts now through the tight silky fabric. I wish it were your hands touching them instead, squeezing them Michael, rubbing your thumb over my sexy little bumps in the middle.
“Michael? Are you still there?”
“Uh, ahem, yes . . . I-I’m here. Wow . . . you’re really descriptive.”
I liked the sounds of that, and I knew he liked the sounds of me too.
“I know Michael, I can’t help it. Listening to your voice is making me wish you were here next to me, breathing in my scents, feeling my hands unbuttoning your shirt and snaking their way along your handsome chest.”
Stacy was staring at me in wonder. Hearing me on the other end of the phone was one thing, but seeing me actually weaving these words together in front of her must have been something else. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or getting uncomfortable.
“I imagine you feel very nice Michael, strong. I feel like pressing my chest against yours and kissing you again. Would you let me? I think I might even part my lips a bit this time, letting you know you can push your tongue in my mouth if you want to Michael. Would you? Mmmm, that’s it. Kiss me, I like that. I bet you are fantastic kisser, aren’t you Michael? I can’t help but wonder if you are the soft and scrumptious type, or bold . . . and hungry.”
I was actually wondering that now, picturing his sexy face in my hands. My legs were having one hell of a time trying to hold me up, so I slid into a chair next to Stacy’s with my face toward the door. I was hardly worried about anyone walking in on my hot phone call, however. People have walked in on much worse around this office.
“Either way I want to taste your lips Michael. I want to open my mouth to you and let our wet tongues slide around each other, wishing they could do more. Would you let me do more Michael? What if I just lightly kissed my way down to your neck and ran my tongue back and forth along your collar?”
“Oh man,” is all he could muster. I was seeing a pattern here. I heard in my head Stacy’s exasperated voice from last night, “Oh god.”
A smile stretched across my flushed cheeks and I reached over and rubbed Stacy’s knee a little as she leaned back in the office chair. Having two audience members made me choose my words more carefully, seeing how far I could go with both of them.
“Your skin tastes like manly energy Michael, I like that. I am so hungry for you right now. If we were together would you kiss me on the neck too? I want to feel your lips touching my sweet soft skin, your tongue licking up to my ear and gently pushing inside. OH Michael! That’s really turning me on. I can’t help but slide my hand down to feel for your cock in the front of your tight pants. Oh my, I found it right away! It’s hard. I have to rub it through your pants as your tongue in my ear sends waves of lust into me. What are you doing to me Michael?”
I was hoping that it was he who was getting waves of lust from the sensations in his ear, as I breathed every word across the line. I started shifting around in my seat, and Stacy noticed and gave me one of those understanding looks. She was right, I could have dropped my dainties right there in front of her. Stacy herself was looking extremely hot to me again too, no tequila needed.
Michael’s total silence was perfect for now as I was just getting warmed up.
“You’ve got me under your spell now as I reach up and unhook my bra, letting my tender breasts fall out for you to see. I feel so exposed now Michael. Do you like them? They are soft and round, and they bounced a little when I let them out. Did you notice? You can touch them. Really, go ahead. You can feel my naked breasts, hold them . . . taste them even. Wrap your lips around my pink nipple, it is so sensitive.”
Okay even I knew I was getting carried away here, but my most recent showdowns with arousal had left me with an itchy trigger finger. I wondered if he needed to get adjusted in his seat as Mrs. Perkins and Mr. Gunrudy sat close by.
Stacy actually reached up and lightly pinched her own breast through her suit jacket, her hooded eyes on me as she did. It wasn’t much, just a stimulus for me as I continued.
“Oh, Michael. How does my breast feel inside your mouth? Is it hot? It feels hot to me. Can you squeeze my round cheeks in back while you nurse on my tits Michael? They are firm and sexy, right? Does it make your cock hard to suck my naked tits Michael? Can I see? Will you take your cock out of your pants and show it to me? I want to look at your cock, bare naked for me, hard as nails while I drop my sexy skirt in front of you.”
“Oh my GOD Grace, what are you doing?” he asked in exasperation. I paid no mind to him. I leaned forward in my chair and spoke words directly to Stacy as she moved her hand a bit lower on her body.
“Are you surprised to see that I’m not wearing panties Michael? Put your hand down there and feel how wet I am right now, can you feel it? You did that. My god your fingers are touching my slippery wet pussy Michael. You’re rubbing it now, oh my god. I am getting seriously worked up here! Now I have to hold your naked cock in my hand. OH MICHAEL . . . your cock. It’s the best I have ever felt! Keep your hand on my juicy slit while I pump this naked cock of yours for you. You’re soo nice and hard.
“Oh god yes,” I whispered in response to seeing Stacy, who had inched her neat navy skirt up to her upper thighs, making her look very lewd and seductive in our professional conference room. Her fingers were inching closer to their magnetic goal as her eyes drilled into mine.
“Uh, oh shit . . . um Grace, hold on a minute . . . sorry,” Michael suddenly fumbled into the phone, and then all I could hear was muffled talking and loud distortion as a hand or pants leg rubbed across the microphone on the other end.
I let out a sigh of annoyance and put my hand over my phone as well, “I’m on hold. Can you believe that?” Then I smiled wide at Stacy who had no intention of backing down from her own arousal on account of the man on the phone.
I rolled my chair quickly toward her reclining body, her skirt bunched up in front and her hand underneath, showing me her dark blue patch of silk as her fingertips lightly grazed the surface.
I had to do something sexy in that moment, so I reached quickly forward and joined her fingers, pushing her panties softly into her cushiony sex as her eyes shot wide, and then relaxed into an accepting gaze.
Our fingers rubbed together lightly for a moment, and I knew immediately that I had to have this girl again.
Michael came back on the phone and I eased back away from Stacy’s playful legs.
“I’m so sorry Grace, I have to go. One of the boys that we brought with us gashed his knee, so we need to run him home,” he explained, and I really felt his concern and compassion for the boy in his voice. That didn’t stop from saying this however:
“Oh no you don’t Michael, if you hang up that phone on me now that will be the last time we speak, do you hear me?”
The silence on the line was excruciating, and never ending. He didn’t speak and neither did I, and he didn’t hang up the phone either.
After what seemed like too long, watching Stacy push her silky panties around between her legs with a shocked look on her face, I quickly added, “ok-go-you-can-call-me-later.” Click.
Stacy and I both exploded in laughter as I set my phone on the table and rolled back over to her, watching her eyes on me and her hands smoothing down her skirt.
“Was that hot?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Oh my god Grace, if he wouldn’t have had to go, he probably would have needed to find a bathroom or something to jerk his cock off into. You were so hot, obviously,” she said glancing down to her lap.
“You were getting a little worked up there Stace, weren’t you?” I said placing my hand on her thigh, “I hope you didn’t mind my help, I just couldn’t resist.”
“Gracey,” she said, placing her hand over mine, “you know I love you, and as long we are friends I want us to be as close as we’ve ever been, even closer.”
I felt a wave of emotion come up from somewhere and placed my hand on her face and lightly kissed her soft lips.
“Are you free tonight?” I asked nervously.
***
Stacy and I had lunch at Doreo’s once we finally extracted ourselves from the office around 3:00pm. We sat close and talked a lot about her case and the recent revelations of the past 24 hours. Michael hadn’t tried calling back, but we were both positive he would. I mean, who wouldn’t?
As we timidly nibbled on forkfuls of lunch, we gazed across the table at each other, rediscovering something about ourselves that we had forgotten. I could feel Stacy’s eyes on my lips as I spoke, and I casually lifted my hand and touched my own neck to bring her eyes lower. I slowly undid the topmost button of my blouse as she watched, and her eyes and lips both smiled at this. I felt her foot slip against the side of my own, lazily moving up and down.
I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me lately. I couldn’t imagine that Michael had enough charisma to suddenly make me so sexual that I wanted to flirt with my best friend. I didn’t think I was in love with another woman or anything either, I was just extremely aroused now, constantly it would seem. Just Stacy’s high heeled shoe up against my calf was sending electrical signals into my brain to get naked already. Professional help was most certainly in order.
“You have his number now,” Stacy said, sliding her toes almost up to my knee, “will you call him?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, my eyes deep inside hers, “I think I might just ride out this level of anticipation for as long as it lasts. I mean, what the hell is he turning me into here?”
“Got me,” she said, glancing inside my shirt again and then back inside my eyes, “I like it. This Grace is much more fun than moody workaholic Grace. I haven’t seen that glimmer in your eyes since I don’t know when, it’s sexy.”