The Original Sext - Episode 3
by Gina L. Maxwell
Hey, Isaac, if you’re still up, I just wanted to tell you…
Mission accomplished.
Hey Sara. I was starting to think I wasn’t going to hear from you.
Sorry, I had some late phone conferences for work.
Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I haven’t scared you off.
I don’t scare easily.
Good. I’ve been thinking of you all day...
Wondering if you went sans panties, like I asked.
So...?
So...what? ;)
Don’t play games with me, girl.
You’ve been torturing me all damn day -- you got in my head.
Lol I like the idea of torturing you.
Oh really? That wouldn’t last long if you were standing in front of me...
I’d haul you over my lap first…
And then I’d spank you until you begged me to make you come.
Sara gasps softly as warmth pools between her legs.
What makes you think I’d like getting spanked?
Call it a hunch. I have lots of hunches about you, Sara.
Including the one that tells me it turned you on to go through your day with a bare pussy.
Am I right?
Damn it.
Yes, you’re right.
Do you ever get sick of hearing that?
Hell no.
Tell me about your day.
Describe what you were wearing, how it made you feel, everything...
Okay. I chose a casual red dress with a V-neck and little cap sleeves.
It’s made of thin cotton. It hugs the curves of my breasts and hips…
And then flows loose around my thighs.
Damn, Sara. I bet you looked good enough to eat.
What did it feel like with the cool air kissing your pussy?
Naughty.
No, sinful...
And arousing as hell.
Damn, that’s hot.
But what turned me on most was that thing you told me last night.
Oh yeah? Which part?
When you said that if I saw a guy looking at me, that I should imagine that he knew.
To imagine that he could smell my scent and wanted me right in that very moment.
And was there a guy?
There was. He was working on a laptop on the other side of the room.
Early to mid-20’s. Probably a college student.
Describe him for me.
Why do you want me to do that?
Just trying to picture the scene as you saw it.
And maybe I want to know what my competition looks like. ;)
If there WAS a competition, he wouldn’t be in the running.
Why not?
Too young. I’m damn near 32. I don’t date men younger than me.
Hmmm...I’ll come back to that later. Go back to describing this too-young mystery man for me.
He was wearing faded jeans and a gray Chicago Blackhawks T-shirt...
And had sandy brown hair that looked messy, like he’d just gotten up, which he probably did.
I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were, but he had a great body and nice facial features.
I especially liked his strong jaw, which was shockingly clean-shaven, and his full mouth.
Did you find him attractive?
Definitely.
He kept glancing past his computer screen at me.
And you imagined that he knew...
That he knew you weren’t wearing any panties...
That if you just parted your legs, you’d be exposed to him.
Yes. I couldn’t help but think those things.
Once you put the thoughts in my head, I couldn’t get them out.
I pictured him coming over and sitting next to me.
I imagined he didn’t even say anything to me…
And just slid a hand beneath my dress and buried his fingers between my legs.
Jesus fuck
It made me so wet. Even more when...
God, I don’t know if I should say it.
The answer to that is always YES.
Even more when I imagined that he was you.
Goddamn, Sara, I like that.
Way more than I should.
Why do you say that?
Bc I’m not supposed to get invested in a client like this.
My job is to virtually fulfill your fantasies.
To let YOU take the lead and react accordingly.
Not steer the conversation or tell you to do things.
I sure as hell have no business wanting to be the man in that coffee shop with you.
I don’t know whether you’re being as truthful as you sound...
Or if you say lines like that to every client to make them think they’re special.
Believe me, Sara. I’m being truthful. Too damn truthful.
If management ever decided to pull this transcript, I’d probably get fired.
As a rule, I’m supposed to keep everything superficial. Be what the client wants me to be.
Oh, well, I don’t want to get you in trouble…
I don’t care. Bc you intrigue me, Sara.
More than anyone else I’ve talked to on here.
I don’t want to be someone else when I talk to you.
I want to be me.
I HAVE been me.
Sara bites on her lip.
She wonders if she should toss out a joke to lighten things up...
Or continue down the rabbit hole.
So then what does the real you want the real me to do next?
I thought you’d never ask…
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