The Original Sext - Episode 4
by Gina L. Maxwell
Sara clicked on her text conversation with Isaac, rereading the words of his challenge.
Tomorrow, I want you to go into the bathroom of the coffee shop...
And make yourself come.
Sara glances up from reading Isaac’s text when she hears her name.
I have a large tiger spice chai and Linde cake for Sara.
Thank you.
An incoming text appears on Sara’s phone as she settles in at her table with her coffee.
Good morning, gorgeous.
Morning. I’m surprised to hear from you.
Are you texting to rescind this outrageous new mission? 🤞
No way in hell.
Just seeing if you need any words of encouragement before I head out for work.
Work? Like the backlog of women you need to text or something?
No haha, this isn’t my main job. I just do this for fun.
People fascinate me and I enjoy giving them something that makes them feel good.
Wow, that’s really...unexpected.
You keep shattering all my preconceived notions about you.
So then what do you do for a living?
I’m an investor.
But stop changing the subject, woman. Get your sweet ass in that bathroom.
I can’t do it, Isaac. Give me something else to do.
Why can’t you do it?
I’m not in the mood.
I can touch myself all I want, but if I’m not feeling it, it’s not going to work.
That’s fair. But there’s also an easy fix.
Is your TYMM there today?
My TYMM? What does that mean?
Too Young Mystery Man.
Lol no, he’s not here.
Probably hasn’t rolled out from underneath his hungover hook-up yet.
Wait!
He just walked in.
Perfect timing.
For what? I’m not about to ask him to help me masturbate in the bathroom.
Now THERE’S an idea...
Isaac!
Haha I just mean he’ll make a good visual aid. Like yesterday.
What does he look like today?
He’s standing in line, waiting to order and is doing something on his phone.
He’s in dark jeans with a plain white T-shirt stretched tight over his muscles.
His messenger bag is over the opposite shoulder so that the strap cuts through the center of his pecs, which are glorious btw.
He just smiled at whatever he’s looking at. Jesus, I think he got hotter overnight.
Reconsidering asking him to help you in the bathroom?
You’re so hilarious.
;)
Then use him for eye-candy and fantasy fodder.
Meaning?
Make up a scene in your mind where your TYMM ravishes you.
Ravishes?
Don’t act like you don’t want to be ravished.
Use the fantasy to get you hot, then go get yourself off.
Sara looks up when the barista calls out for “Will.”
She watches TYMM as he collects his coffee then sets up a few tables away.
He’s working on his laptop now. I can’t think of anything he and I would possibly do…
You know, sexually.
My mind is a blank.
Let me help you with that.
But first let me ask you this...
Are you wearing panties today, Sara?
That wasn’t part of the new mission.
You’re right, it wasn’t. That also doesn’t answer my question.
No, I’m not. But I’m very dressed down. I’m in yoga pants and an oversized shirt.
So it’s not like I’m exposed or anything, like I was yesterday.
Then why forgo panties today?
I don’t know.
Yes, you do. You made a conscious choice this morning when you got dressed.
Tell me why you made it.
I guess…part of me liked having the secret.
I wanted to feel sexy and a bit naughty in a way that no one else could see.
What about the other part of you...?
The other part of me did it to please you.
I can’t explain why, but it turned me on to do what you told me to do.
It’s actually kind of embarrassing to admit how hot it is for me.
There’s nothing embarrassing about that, Sara.
And I can’t tell you how glad I am you said that.
Bc it turns me on something fierce to know you’re not wearing panties again.
Even more so today, because you did it on your own.
If I was there, I would do exactly what I know you’re craving right now.
And what’s that?
I would sit down next to you, and then I’d crowd you into the corner of the booth.
My body would be turned toward yours…
One arm across the seatback with my other under the table.
That’s a very good start. Keep going…
I’d slip my hand between your thighs and touch you...
The tips of my fingers grazing, teasing you through the thin cotton of your pants.
You’d get wet for me, creating a damp spot like the mark on a map…
You’d show me where my treasure is.
And would you find it?
Patience, Sara…
I’d steadily increase the pressure until I’m rimming the entrance of your pussy...
The friction from the fabric would drive you insane and prevent any real penetration.
Oh God
Wrong. It’s “Oh Isaac” and that’s exactly what I’d make you scream.
In the middle of the busy coffee shop, you’d come so hard you’d tremble against my hand.
Sara gasps loudly before she can stop herself.
She looks over to see Will looking at her with a questioning arch of his brow,
Like he’s asking if she’s okay.
How are you feeling now, gorgeous?
I’m feeling glad this shirt reaches mid-thigh…
Otherwise, everyone in here would probably see the “mark on my map”
I’m on my way to the restroom.
Fuck, I wish I could touch you right now.
I’d make that wet spot visible through your shirt.
FFS, knock it off, lol.
If you want me to do this, you have stop talking now.
Damn. I have to go now, anyway.
I’m supposed to be working but you’re too distracting.
#sorrynotsorry
Good. Bc I like being distracted by you.
Now get going. Think of me dragging you into that restroom to fuck you properly.
And let me know when you’re done. ;)
Lol, yes sir.
Jesus Sara, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about hearing you say that to me.
But when I picture it, there’s a capital “S” implied.
???
Later. One fantasy at a time, gorgeous. Go...
K
Several long minutes later, Sara emerges from the bathroom and runs into a hard chest.
Flustered, her voice comes out hushed and low.
Shit, I’m sor— Will.
Yeah. Have we met before?
Uh, no. I heard them call your name earlier. I’m sorry for barreling into you like that.
Don’t worry about it. I’m easy to miss.
Will smiles and it’s so beautiful, Sara lets out a long breath.
Feeling completely relaxed, she finds herself chuckling.
Right, because who wouldn’t miss a 6-foot-4 giant?
That’s actually a common misconception. I’m only 6-foot-3.
Ah, now it makes sense that I didn’t see you coming.
Sara catches Will’s gaze as it briefly drops to her chest.
Hey, are you feeling okay? You look a little...flushed.
Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just...um...having a hot flash.
There’s no way you’re old enough for those.
Ha. I’m a lot older than you, that’s for sure.
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
Look, I have to go.
Nice meeting you, Will.
Nice meeting you...? I didn’t catch your name.
Sara starts to walk away, but then turns back to flash him a smile.
That’s because I didn’t tell you.
She packs up her stuff and pulls her phone out as she leaves the coffee shop.
Mission accomplished.
Good girl.
And now I’ll be finishing my work with a raging hard-on.
Text me before you go to bed. I want all the dirty details.
Maybe... Have a good day, Isaac.
Until tonight, Sara.
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