“Can I call you?”

We had been talking for awhile on IM and we were both being naughty at work, except that he had an office, whereas I don’t. I had only been talking to him for a few days and it’s not like me to give out my number or talk to someone so early on, but I was so aroused I didn’t care. I hesitated mainly because I was at work, at my desk, and couldn’t just leave. Even if I could, where would I go? He didn’t care, he said I didn’t have to say anything other than pretend it was a business call for anyone walking by my desk.

So I agreed.

” ____ office, how can I help you?”

I had to sit there, poker-faced, pretending that this was a vendor and not an incredibly sexy man breathing sexy lascivious words over the phone, moaning and panting. He would ask me the occasional yes or no question, but mostly painted me a picture with his voice. Oh that voice…a little deep, gravelly with arousal he just embodied sex in words alone. As if my cunt weren’t already wet and throbbing, hearing him climb closer to orgasm was almost torture. As people walked by my desk he came. Moaning beautifully “fuuuuuck” I could just tell it was a damn good orgasm and I was close to one myself even though I could not touch myself. Flushed and damp I hung up the phone and immediately ran for the restroom where I furiously rubbed my clit to a fairly quick orgasm. It was such a test of will to stay silent.