Christina: picture this
Christina: i'm wearing a blue satin silk top
Christina: and ass hugging jeans
Panserbjorne: I like the picture already.
Christina: the top is low cut and is a nice contrast w/ my white breasts
Christina: now picture me stroking your chest
Christina: and asking to wrap my legs around your waist
Christina: that's where i'm at right now
Christina: at least inside my head
Panserbjorne: I see that it's one of THOSE nights for you. :)
Christina: stroking my shaved pussy
Christina: so i can feel you get hard beneath me
Christina: i was thinking about you all the way home from the party i was at.
Panserbjorne: Oh, wow. :)
Panserbjorne: What happened at the party to get you worked up?
Christina: i just feel sexy tonight.
Christina: and a lot of guys staring at my tits
* Panserbjorne grins.
Christina: you're the one i want to bring home though.
* Panserbjorne blushes.
Christina: my C cups runneth over
* Panserbjorne grins.
Christina: nice and full
Christina: they desperately need to be fondled.
Panserbjorne: I would delight in doing so.
Christina: damn i want to fuck you.
Christina: i want to suck you nice and hard
Christina: and then slide right onto you
Christina: swivel my hips
Christina: and thrust up and down
Christina: while you kiss my breasts
Christina: your hands everywhere
Panserbjorne: *kiss kiss kiss*
Christina: fuck me, PB
Christina: seriously, you were all i could think about on the ride home
Christina: i'd have touched myself but it was pouring, and i needed both hands to drive.
Panserbjorne: man, I just can't say how nice that makes me feel :)
Christina: i bet i could make you feel nicer.
Christina: i want to see if you're as good as you write. ;)
Christina: i want your cock.
* Panserbjorne shudders deliciously.
Christina: i'll make you shudder inside of me.
Christina: i want to ride you
Christina: nice and hard
Christina: grinding my pussy into you
Christina: i want your hands on my waist
Christina: helping to move me back and forth
Christina: until we both cum
Christina: i need your hands on my tits and my ass
Christina: your fingers buried in my cunt
Christina: i want my lips on your chest
Christina: my hands in your hair
Christina: my moans in your ears
Christina: satisfy me
Panserbjorne: You have no idea what that's doing to me, do you? :)
Christina: you're not being very vocal...;)
Christina: fuck me
Panserbjorne: I SO wish I could.
Christina: i need you in me
Panserbjorne: I would rather be anywhere else than here right now.
Panserbjorne: in your bed, sliding in and out of you, feeling your skin slippery with sweat against mine, would be a perfect escape.
Christina: would you pound me?
Panserbjorne: That depends.
Panserbjorne: I would start slow and grinding
Christina: i need rough sex tonight, not lovemaking
Panserbjorne: until you were panting for more.
Christina: i need you to make me cum, PB.
Panserbjorne: oh, wait, that's different.
Panserbjorne: If you want it rough and hard, then I would give it to you rough and hard.
Christina: i'm hot
Panserbjorne: yank your jeans down
Panserbjorne: bend you over a chair
Christina: my pussy is dripping for you.
Panserbjorne: yank your top up (or down) so I could maul your tits
Christina: but i'm only in my underwear now..
Panserbjorne: then I'd yank THAT down. :)
Christina: and my fingers are stroking my clit
Christina: while i think about you having your way w/ me
Christina: fuck me good and hard
Christina: i feel naughty tonight
Panserbjorne: oh, my, yes.
Panserbjorne: banging you against the wall
Panserbjorne: your hands spread to brace you
Christina: yes please
Panserbjorne: perhaps yanking on your hair or your shoulders to pull you against me
Panserbjorne: fucking you so hard that your ass is sore the next day from my flesh slapping against yours
Christina: but not so sore that i wouldn't want you again
Panserbjorne: Oh, of course not. :)
Christina: it's raining out
Christina: i'd love to bang you and listen to the rain.
Christina: or we could fuck in the rain
Panserbjorne: or perhaps bang me out in the rain?
Panserbjorne: twisted minds think alike. :)
Christina: you could bend me over my fire escape and nail me.
Christina: i need you to nail me, PB.
Christina: i want you so badly.
Panserbjorne: over your fire escape, hmm?
Christina: mm hmm
Panserbjorne: out on the fire escape, rain pouring down, you shrieking so loud your neighbors think it's a firebell and call the fire department. :)
Christina: or they start to fuck too.
Christina: i'm going to go think of you and masturbate.
Panserbjorne: oh, that would be nice, too. to be the catalyst.
Christina: promise you'll try to come soon?
Panserbjorne: as soon as I can humanly manage. :)
Christina: i can't wait to cum on your cock.
Panserbjorne: (probably in the next half hour, since I'll have to run to the restroom to take the edge off here).
Christina: i meant come here, dirty boy
Panserbjorne: and yes, I know that's not exactly what you meant. :)
Christina: then i'll make you cum over and over.
Panserbjorne: and the response is the same. Heh.
Christina: hell's bells
Christina: i'd do you in the parking lot
Christina: no underwear
Christina: riding you in the passenger's seat
* Panserbjorne shivers deliciously again.
Christina: i want to hear about you masturbating later, ok?
Panserbjorne: Same goes for you.
Panserbjorne: I want to know what you did to yourself after signing off. :)
Christina: will do, lover
Christina: think of me fingering myself to orgasm while you finger the keyboard
She signed off and I stretched nonchalantly. "Back in a minute, got to use the restroom," I called to a coworker; he looked up briefly and nodded.
I was glad to find the bathroom empty. Talking with Christina had really gotten me worked up and there was an uncomfortable tent in my pants. I headed at an almost dead run into the stall, locked it behind me, and dropped my pants and underwear, taking myself in hand. It didn't take very long before I was panting hard, trying to listen for the bathroom door while stroking myself furiously. I was already so turned on that it was only about a minute before I was grunting and spewing come everywhere. White jets splattered all over the toilet, some on the floor, and one even hit the wall above the toilet. I spent several minutes cleaning up the mess (and myself), tucked myself back in, and returned to work.
Of course, when I got home I sent Christina a nice description of what it had been like when I came, and that started yet another interesting conversation, but that's a story for another time.....
[[A recent post from the enchanting Luna Mauvaise inspired this; she said that I should share a few of my own naughty-fun-at-work stories. This took place a few years ago when I was working the graveyard shift at a company and had little to do except monitor a bank of computer systems for failures. That led to some interesting IM conversations with this young lady, who I regrettably still have not met. The names have been changed and some of the convo has been cut, but otherwise this is word for word.]]