his nipple

Softly playing in the background the words float across her conscience, 'hard to believe that I found you' she feels herself getting hotter and hotter the urge to plunge a finger into her throbbing pussy almost too much to resist. But resist she must, propped up on the sofa with her laptop on her knees as she works. She can't help herself as her phone vibrates in her pocket so close to her ass, startling her out of her reverie when the notes of his ring tone play, bringing the usual smile to her face.

'caught up in meetings'

his text had told her after lunch. She thought that would be all she would hear from him for hours, but that was ok as she was really starting to get stuck into the project she was working on. But his question about her sensitive nipples caught her off guard. suddenly she became aware of body parts that had not been on her mind until then. More text messages tormenting her as she shifted in her seat not quite concentrating on spreadsheets and figures to the same dergree as earlier. Not to be alone in her torment she demanded to know if he was sitting comfortably, guessing that as he tormented her he would himself be feeling aroused. she tells him he should come and get her, even as she types notes about customer accounts her whole body is alive with longing for this man who promises delights for her hard sensitive nipples. It is more than just her nipples that are alive right now. Later as she walks towards her door she hears the beep that indicates a missed text,

'how sensitive is my nipple? xx'

ah so now he thinks my nipple is his property she smiles secretly to herself. he tells her next, as she is in the garden hanging scraps of pink cotton and lace on the line to dry, that her melting will begin from her nipple.

Hands immersed in hot soapy water it is more than just her hands that are dripping as he tells her that she will melt when she can think of nothing else but him inside her. Does he not realise she has been imagining him inside her time and time again for months. Those tugging sensations emanating from her swollen clitoris as she thinks of him not just inside her but over and under her too.

Chores completed, dinner slowly cooking she sits down to catch up on her emails enjoying the silence that fills the house if only for a short time. Before the peace is shattered she selects some music to listen to as she gets back to work on her customer spreadsheets. Just as her music begins she is startled by his kisses vibrating on her ass to another rendition of his ringtone, just slightly ahead of the the one she had put on. He might not have anything to say to her but it is enough for her to know that he is thinking about her, although she knows now it is only her nipple he wants, still she feels that stirring in her knickers, but nolonger alone she can't do anything about this. Instead she enjoys the intense feelings this gives her, knowing that later she will use her middle finger to finish what he has started.