Phone Calls at Work Ch. 02
The morning had dragged on interminably for Brad. Although mature woman porn it was nearly 11:30 the phone had only rang a few times. After nearly reading every article in the school newspaper he noticed the unopened mail icon on his computer’s desktop. Opening Outlook Express he saw an e-mail from Anne. He hadn’t spoken with her since they met last Friday but she was constantly on his mind.
“Hmm … wonder what she wrote,” he thought to himself. Her e-mail nearly made his heart leap from his chest, he read on: “the janitors supervisor is in talking to my boss. I heard him mention my name and something about a Friday.”
Quickly replying, Brad wrote: “what did they say? It’s probably nothing at all.”
“You’re probably right but I’m nervous. I can’t lose this job. Did we lose anything Friday night?”
“Not as far as I know, I had everything when I was at home. Can you hear anything else?” Brad frantically typed, their e-mails coming nearly as quickly as any conversation would in a chat program.
“I don’t hear anything except laughter,” Anne replied.
“It’s time for lunch, I’ll talk to you later. Let me know if anything else happens,” Brad wrote before heading out for a quick bite. All through lunch he tried not to think about it but he couldn’t help but wonder if they had somehow been caught. He knew in the back of his head having sex on school property wasn’t a good idea, but when he was with Anne he wasn’t going to say no. However, just as his lunch hour was nearly over a terrible thought entered his head. What if Anne’s department had installed miniature cameras to catch loafing janitors or the occasional thief. He’d known that a few places in the University had done that with success.
Getting back to his desk Brad didn’t see any new e-mails from Anne. “Anything happen?” he hurriedly wrote to Anne.
“It’s ok, they were talking about having me set up the floor cleaning schedule during spring break next week when there aren’t any students around. The Friday I heard was they need the schedule this Friday,” Anne wrote back.
A wave of relief washed over him. “Great. I won’t tell you about mature woman porn the horrible thoughts that ran through my head at lunch.”
“That’s fine,” came Anne’s reply, “but I think I know how to make you talk.”
“I’m sure you can,” Brad wrote.
“I think you’d enjoy any torture methods I devised in my head for you,” Anne wrote back.
“Really?”
“First I’d strip you totally naked then lay you down on my bed. After your hands were tied to the headboard I’d slowly strip in front of you. I’d bring myself close enough for you to smell my perfume but not close enough to feel me. While I rubbed my wet pussy in front of you …”
“Stop it,” Brad wrote back, “I’m getting too worked up.”
“Sorry about that. Then I won’t finish telling you how I’d rub my firm titties all over your raging hard cock or how my tongue would slither up and down your shaft. I would do this and so much more until you answered every question I had and were begging for me to finish you off with my mouth,” Anne wrote back, loving this new teasing e-mail.
“I think I have more self control than you suspect. I bet your pussy wouldn’t let you tease me that long even if I wasn’t answering your questions,” Brad tauntingly wrote back.
“Damn you have me all figured out,” Anne wrote, “well sorry to cut the fun short but my boss just gave me something to do.”
Before Brad realized it the end of the day had arrived. Secreting Anne’s e-mail in a hidden folder Brad left his office excited at the prospect of seeing Anne again.
The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Anne informed him that she completed the cleaning schedule a day early. Other than that little update and an occasional suggestive e-mail he’d had little contact with her. It was much less than he wanted but he didn’t want to appear overly anxious and scare her off.
Friday morning came and went , Brad was anxious. He wanted to call Anne to talk to her but, he also didn’t want her to think he after one thing, so he tried to be as cool as possible, suppressing the maddening urge to call her. Shortly before lunch he picked up the phone to take one last call before he went out for a while.
“What’s up?” Brad heard over the line.
“Nuthin, what’s up Anne?”
“I’m doing alright. So any plans for the weekend; any wild parties?”
“Nah, how about you?” Brad inquired.
“Same ol’, same ol’. You wanna meet at Jake’s again for a few drinks?” she asked sounding a little nervous, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Sure, I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Good, I can’t wait to see you again,” Anne added before the phone clicked silent. Brad practically skipped out of the office he was so happy. The rest of the afternoon flew by for him.
Getting to the bar a few minutes after 4:00 Brad looked to see if Anne had arrived yet. Not seeing her yet he grabbed a high table with a few barstools around it. Not more than ten minutes latter Anne walked in. Seeing Brad she waved at him, making her way across the dimly lit bar. Anne looked stunning in her gray top and black pants. Smiling a little nervously she grabbed the stool next to Brad’s and holding onto his arm for support she sat down and leaned over and gave him a little peck on the cheek. Brad blushed a little bit as Anne settled into her stool.
Within a few minutes a bubbly blonde haired waitress rushed over to get their orders. Brad ordered a 7&7 and a glass of wine for Anne. While they waited for their drinks Brad and Anne gazed at each other barely saying a word. A few minutes passed before they had their drinks.
“Wow, I didn’t think that silence would end,” Anne finally said.
“I’m sorry I was at a loss for words. You look very nice today,” Brad said.
“Thank you; you look nice too. Talk about a scare earlier this week, huh?”
“No kidding, I was a nervous wreck during lunch,” Brad said with a little laugh.
“Thank goodness it was nothing,” Anne added, swishing her wine around in the glass.
“We should find a safer place next time,” Brad said.
“Next time? You’re pretty sure there will be a next time, aren’t you?” Anne said with a sly look in her eye.
Brad’s stammered reply clearly showed he was caught off guard. Not realizing that she was joking Brad tried to repair the imaginary damage done.
“I … I … I meant that if there was a next time,” Brad said looking around nervously blushing, feeling very foolish. Despite his talk in their e-mails Brad, which was a proud front he put on, was still shy and nervous around most women especially Anne.
Anne straightened up in her chair unconsciously arching her back to accentuate the size and shape of her breasts. Brad noticed this, licking his lips he allowed his eyes to wander over her full firm breasts which were nicely accentuated by her tight gray v-neck top and the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage which it provided. She smiled at Brad and patted his hand appreciating his not so subtle way of checking her out.
“I think there will be a next time, in fact I can almost guarantee there will be a next time.” With a slight wave of her hand Anne added, “You have to quit taking me so damn seriously.”
With these slightly provocative words Brad’s cock twitched in mature woman porn his pants, stirring a little bit. Feeling a little braver Brad leaned closer to Anne and said, “next time I’ll finish the job that was started. And I don’t care if a damn janitor interrupts us.”
Anne’s laughter sounded like music to his ears. He grinned as she blushed a little and finished the rest of her wine. “Well I see how you are now, acting shy and nervous but a tiger lies underneath.” Leaning towards Brad she whispered to him, “don’t worry I finished last week just fine. I took care of things when I got home.” Standing up Anne smiled and said, “I’ll be back in a minute, nature calls.”
Brad’s mind nearly melted down as he imagined Anne at home laying on her bed sliding her vibrator into her hot pussy. He could hear her in his head moaning and see her writhing around the sheets bringing herself to orgasm. Brad rubbed his cock through his pants as his imagination took over further. Brad hardly noticed the blonde haired woman approaching him from the side.
“You must be Brad. I’m Janice, I work with Anne.” She took a seat on the opposite side of the table and motioned for the waitress. “Bring another round of drinks for them and I’ll have a fuzzy navel.”
“Oh, hi, you’re Anne’s supervisor, right?” Brad asked trying to remember what she had told him.
“I’m one of her supervisors, but she’ll tell you everybody is her boss up there. So it sounds like you two really hit it off last week.”
“Um … yeah we did. I really enjoyed myself last Friday.”
“Anne mentioned you to me a few times. I think she might have a crush on you,” Janice laughed giving Brad a nudge with her elbow.
“Really,” Brad looked incredulous.
“Oh yeah, she’s giddy like a schoolgirl. I’ve never seen her like this,” Janice said.
“Don’t believe a word she says, it’s all lies,” Anne said approaching the table.
“I don’t lie, you should know that by now,” Janice smiled taking a sip of her drink.
“I hope you two weren’t comparing notes on me without me here to defend myself,” Anne said sipping at her wine.
“Don’t worry it was all good,” Brad said, this time reaching out to pat her hand.
“Thanks, but I know how she is,” Anne said laughing, “so I thought you were going to the gym tonight?”
“Nah … I thought I’d get a drink with you two before I headed home,” said Janice.
After a few drinks Janice looked at her watch stunned at the time. The bar that was empty a while ago was now packed with young college students. A thick haze of smoke hung in the air while the DJ’s music drowned out the din of many people talking and drinking in close quarters.
“I hate to be a stick in the mud but I have to get home,” Janice said emptying her glass, “Frank is probably wondering where the hell I am.”
“It’s not too late but I guess I’ll head home too. I’m drained after this week,” Allison said looking at Brad.
“Well I guess my mind is made up too,” Brad shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
Standing in the brisk outside air Brad, Allison and Janice chatted for a few more minutes. Saying their good-byes Janice left, quickly disappearing up the street towards the parking lot. Brad and Allison hugged each other in a deep, close embrace. Looking into her eyes Brad leaned down and kissed Allison on the lips. Their tongues briefly met in each other’s mouths. Breaking their embrace Brad rubbed her upper arms.
“Well I’ll talk to you later. Off to the bus stop for me.” Brad turned to walk away looking back at her.
“It’s Friday, the buses are crowded. I’ll drive you home. After all it really isn’t out of my way,” Anne said motioning him back towards her with her car keys in her hand.
“Are you sure. I don’t want you to go out of your way. I’m used to riding the buses everywhere anyhow,” Brad said.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll just get home five minutes later. After all what is five minutes,” Anne said.
Fifteen minutes and two wrong turns later Anne pulled her car into a spot in front of Brad’s apartment building.
“I had a good time with you at the bar. It was nice meeting your boss, too,” Brad said.
“So did I. But, I enjoyed spending some time with you,” Anne said, moving across the seat towards Brad.
“I really enjoyed those e-mails you wrote to me earlier. I’ve saved them all,” Brad said.
Grabbing his thigh Anne leaned forward and said in a husky voice, “which parts were your favorites then? Don’t leave a girl in suspense like that.”
“Hmm, I liked all the parts but my favorite had to be when you said you’d rub your tits up and down my cock,” Brad said, his cock straining against the confines of his pants; aching to be let out.
Without saying a word Anne leaned in kissing Brad passionately. Their tongues explored the others’ mouth. A slight taste of wine still remained in Anne’s mouth making the kiss more intoxicating to Brad. Anne’s legs opened allowing Brad’s hand to caress the full length of her inner thigh. Pulling away Brad stopped and looked at Anne.
“Would you like to come in for a little bit?” Brad asked, not totally sure of the answer.
Biting her lower lip Anne shook her head “yes.” Hand in hand Brad and Anne walked the last few feet to the front door.
“Wait,” Anne said, placing her hand on his arm, “you’re place isn’t a pigsty is it?”
Laughing at her joke Brad said, “no, no I just cleaned the mature woman porn other day. You don’t have to worry about any half-eaten sandwiches lying around.”
“Good, I’d hate to find anything too disgusting lying around.”
“Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Brad said pushing the door open and reaching to turn on a small lamp. The light revealed a small, clean apartment full of furniture but neatly arranged for the size of the place. Books lined shelves above the TV revealing Brad’s interest in history. A large couch and a CD shelf lined the other wall. Looking around Anne noticed the fresh smell of carpet deodorizer and a carpet free of all debris.
“Let’s see the other room,” Anne suggested.
“It’s not much,” Brad said. In one corner sat Brad’s bed flanked by his computer desk and dresser. A pile of clothes lay in the other corner.
Grabbing Anne’s arm Brad said, “let’s go back to the other room.”