Secret Santa [adult]
“Shit, are you fucking kidding me?” I thought when I heard the screech near my head. “I forgot to turn off the alarm? I don’t have anywhere to go today.”
I rolled over and slapped my hand against the clock, creating a loud thump and a tremble that shook the nightstand and ultimately woke me up. I rolled over and buried my head under the covers, deliberating on whether or not I was ready to face the day. There didn’t seem to be any point in it. I had nowhere to go, no husband to look after, and absolutely nothing to do. What was the point of waking up at all? All I was going to do was feel sorry for myself and eat ice cream until the sun went down.
The morning light beating down on my face through the window made me want to hide from the world even more.
“At least I’m not commuting right now,” I grumbled as I curled my body into a ball and nestled my head underneath the soft, fluffy pillow. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep again, the phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but I knew if Bret was calling to check in on me before work, I would’ve regretted it. His thoughtfulness made me smile. I stretched my hand out enthusiastically, excited to hear his voice in my ear. It thrilled me to no end.
“Hello?” I said, in my delighted, sing-songy tone.
“Oh, so you’re awake? I assumed you would sleep in — at least that’s what I would do.”
I was confused. The male voice seemed to know me, but I couldn’t figure out who it was. All I knew was that it wasn’t Bret.
“Did you forget me already?”
“I’m not sure; maybe you should tell me who you are first and I’ll let you know.”
“It’s Chris. From yesterday.”
So much for the sexual tension cooling down.
My heart tightened in my chest. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. It seemed too risky. But I was really happy he called — and that was the problem.
“Oh, hi,” I said, trying to hide my inappropriate feelings.
“I just wanted to say hello and thank you for your help with my Secret Santa presents. Plus, you were so down yesterday, I wanted to make sure you’re all right. It sucks to get fired from a job, I know.”
“Yes it does. But I’m okay.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear that. So what are your plans for today? You’re not going to start pounding the pavement are you?”
“No, I think it’s best for me to wait until after the holidays to start really looking for a job. I’m not doing much of anything today.”
“You want to change that?”
My heartbeat got faster. My eyes got wider. The prospect of seeing Chris again was beyond tempting. But I couldn’t let him know that. “I don’t know. I thought maybe I’d catch up on some television and emotional eating in bed.”
“Mmmmm, Lisa in bed,” Chris mumbled.
I pretended I didn’t hear what he said, but I loved that he said it. And I was considering it more and more.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, not addressing my bed at all.
“I thought maybe I could duck out of here early and we could meet up for a walk, or a drink, or something like that. I don’t know; it was just a thought. Maybe you need some cheering up again?”
The heat began to build up between my thighs.
“I think something can be arranged. When and where should I meet you?”
“Let me call you back once I figure out the rest of my day.”
“So…you’re…in bed right now?”
“I am. I wasn’t planning on doing anything.”
“What are you…you know…wearing right now?”
I giggled. I couldn’t believe Chris was really going there.
“What are you wearing right now?”
“I have on a suit…pretty much like the one yesterday. But I asked you first.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because market research is my job. I’m doing an unofficial survey.”
I couldn’t tell if he was bullshitting me or not. I mean, getting information was what he did for a living after all, but he was such a joker — plus he made that comment about me in bed — it was hard to know for sure what he was up to. But either way, I wanted to play along.
“Oh, well, if you must know, I have nothing on.”
That wasn’t true, but I wanted him to think about the possibility of it being true.
Photo from Kiki Wellington via www.sexwithkiki.com
“Is that right? Do you always sleep in the nude?”
“Not always. Sometimes I wear a lace thong to bed with nothing else. Sometimes silk pajamas. Sometimes granny panties.”
“If you’re going to talk about granny panties, it’s really going to make me hot.”
We both laughed, which at least cooled down the sexual tension on my end. Maybe he was just joking around.
“What if a man called you from his office and told you he had a raging hard on under his desk, and he desperately wanted you to help him come? Would you hang up on him?”
So much for the sexual tension cooling down.
“And this is part of your research?”
“Everything is part of my research. We collect stats on everything — you’d be surprised by the mundane stuff we gather data on.”
“There’s nothing mundane about what you just asked me,” I giggled.
“What if a man called you and told you he was stroking himself under his desk, fantasizing about you on all fours on the floor, sucking his cock dry?”
I swallowed a mouthful of air. The heat began to build up between my thighs.
“I don’t know what I would say to that. I never had anyone actually do that before.”
“What if he started jerking off to the sound of your voice? What if he told you the door to his office was wide open, and someone could walk through at any time?”
“I suppose I’d tell him to close the door.”
My hand was drenched, my heart was racing….
I rolled over on my back. My hand instinctively traveled down to my damp pussy. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, thinking how stupid I would feel on the off chance that Chris was actually talking about some kind of real research.
“What if he told you that the fact he could get caught made it even more hot for him?”
I plunged my finger into my pussy as I thought about a pithy response. I couldn’t come up with anything. I wanted everything he was telling me to be the truth.
“I would tell him that he might be a little bit of an exhibitionist,” I moaned.
“What if he asked you if you were horny too?”
“I would tell him that any woman would get horny listening to this.”
I ran my fingers in and out of my warm wetness. Everything about the conversation was delicious.
“What if he asked you if you were touching yourself too?”
“Yes, I am,” I whispered, writhing my hips up and down against my hand, sensitive to every digit of my fingers as they slid in and out of me.
“What if he told you he liked that?”
“Good,” I sighed as I got my digits deep inside of my horny, hot cunt.
“What if he told you he thought that was hot?”
“I would tell him I’m glad.”
I rotated my hips from side to side and up and down, plunging my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy. My hand was drenched, my heart was racing, my mind had visions of Chris’s cock dancing around.
As I hung up, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had just happened.
“What if he told you he wanted you to come for him on the phone?”
I obliged. I stabbed my pussy with one hand, and viciously attacked my clit with the other. And when I finally felt the contractions tighten around my fingers, I made sure I vocalized my pleasure in Chris’s ear. Then as I came down to earth, I anxiously awaited his response.
“What if he told you that made him really hot and he shot his load into the garbage can underneath his desk? What if he told you he was curious about what the cleaning company was going to think when they came around that night?”
“I think I would tell him he needs to take out his own garbage tonight.”
“Well, Lisa, your responses have been very helpful. I’ll be sure to let the client know that this is what women think about in the morning. I think they’ll definitely be interested in this data.”
“Who is your client? Larry Flynt?”
He just laughed. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to skip out of the office, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered. As I hung up, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had just happened.