He shouldnāt have interrupted his work to read her storyā¦ but he did. She was a wonderful writer and heād always enjoyed her literary works. It had been a while since sheād done any erotic writing and he was anxious to see what sheād come up with. As he read, her words took him out of the realm of the report heād been working on and put him in her story. Her words were amazingā¦ the descriptions and feelings so vivd as they played in his mind and eventually his body.
He finished and texted her how good the story wasā¦. he mentioned how it had turned him on. He wrote that heād been working on a report, and her words had transformed his state of mind to another realmā¦ that her words aroused him and his body had reacted.
She read his note and responded, thanking him for his comments and acknowledging her understanding of his circumstancesā¦ and that she encouraged him to ātake whatever solution he deemed necessary to manage his situation.ā
It turned him on even more to know that she knew his state of mind and probably liked knowing. He re-read her story and allowed himself to, again, concentrate on just her words and the images and feelings they brought out! As he finished there came another messageā¦. She said her story was 100% real. It didnāt surprise him. Her descriptions were almost too genuine not to be born from experience, but the intimacy of her telling him brought his arousal to a peak.
He shifted and grabbed is rigid cock through his pants and imagined her pleasuring him as she described pleasuring the man in her story. He could resist no more. In seconds his zipper opened and he freed his erection. Eyes closed, picturing his vision of them in her storyā¦ him as her partner. He pictured it allā¦ the bed by the window, both half clothedā¦ slowly touching and turning each other on. Her hand exploring himā¦ their urgent kiss as he pulled her closer and guided her strokesā¦. strokes which became faster and more urgent. His hand became hers and he imagined her pumping his cock and watching as he cameā¦. letting it all goā¦ the swell, the surge and then the release.
He relaxedā¦. Thinking of the storyā¦ He wondered what she was thinking ā¦. if she pictured him doing himself. Fuck! What a story! He needed to clean up and just as he stood his phone buzzed. The screen lit up to show a text from her.
āThanks, again, for your commentsā¦. I hope it was good!ā
And on the other side of his screen, in her home office, she sat, still wearing the knowing smile that had crossed her lips since sending him her last message. She had pictured him pleasuring himselfā¦. She saw her vision of him straining and gasping as his climax ripped through him. It was a tribute to her writing and it was making her wet.
She wondered if heād caught the true meaning of her last phraseā¦ āI hope it was good!ā And then her phone signaled. It was a message from himā¦ just two wordsā¦
