The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration - Sex Stories

The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration

... shivers through me. I imagined taking her up on her offer and pushing her to her knees, unzipping my trousers as she took my cock in her dainty, manicured hands to stroke and suck me to a soul-shaking orgasm in her mouth.

I shook myself out of my fantasy again to find her looking at me with a mix of concern but also a slight flush to her neck. I was sure she could smell the sexual frustration and desire pouring off me, but she patted my arm again and said, “I’ll go get you a cup of tea.”

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying, and just as my raging erection began to subside, my phone buzzed. It was another message from Lucy.

How did it go? Were you thinking about fucking her the whole time?

It went OK, not helped by you getting me all wound up and then standing close to Rosie for an hour. And yes, I was thinking about fucking her.

Mmm, yummy. I love it when you get all wound up. I want you ready to release all that frustration on me when you get home. I’ll be waiting.

“Is that Lucy?” Rosie asked as she sat down again and slid the cup of tea across the table to me. “Say Hi and tell her I’m looking forward to meeting her at the party next week.”

I nodded and typed, “Rosie says hi, and she is looking forward to meeting you at the party.”

I can’t wait to meet her, too. I bet you I can get her on her back before you do. I can’t wait to lick that beautiful pussy, suck on her clit and make her scream.

“Lucy says hi, and I am pretty sure she is looking ...

... forward to meeting you, too,” I told Rosie. “Thanks for the tea.”

My phone pinged again as I took my first sip and almost spat my tea out again at the photo Lucy had sent through. She was on her knees in our hallway dressed in her sexy black lacy bra and panty set with thigh-high hold-ups encasing her shapely legs. She had written under it,Ready and waiting for you xxx

“Is everything OK? The tea is not too hot, is it?” Rosie asked as she watched me splutter on my drink.

“I'm OK, thanks. I think I'm going to head home. I’m feeling a bit under the weather. Can you hold the fort?”

“No problem, boss. You take care of yourself, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She watched as I packed up, and I was pretty sure I caught her glancing at my bulging groin as I stood up and packed my things away. She smiled and waved as I practically sprinted out of the office to my car in the car park.

I texted Lucy to let her know I was leaving and received an emoji-filled response to hurry back as fast as possible.

Alas, it was not to be.

What should have been a thirty-five-minute drive turned into an hour-long marathon of anger and frustration as I hit every conceivable red light, roadworks and traffic jam on the way home. What made it worse was Lucy bombarding me with texts, pictures, and voice notes as I drove, half of which I couldn’t access, bloody iPhone driver safety mode, but it kept me at a boiling point of frustration and anger.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, I ...