The Original Sext - Episode 7
by Gina L. Maxwell
I have a glass of wine and I’m all settled in for a chat whenever you’re ready.
For you? I’m always ready.
I’ve been dying to talk to you all day.
Isaac, I really enjoy our chat sessions -- and all the things in between...
But maybe you should pull back a little on saying things like that.
What do you mean?
I mean, in the heat of the moment, it’s easy to pretend that I’m the only woman you talk to.
But the reality is that I’m not, and I’m sure you say things like that to all of us.
I’m just saying that I know what this is.
You don’t have to stroke my ego or whatever.
You’re right about one thing.
I do say things like that to all of my clients.
But I actually mean what I say with you.
You’re different than the others to me, Sara.
Says the man who’s getting paid to talk to me.
What if I wasn’t?
Would you believe me then?
What do you mean?
I’ve been thinking...
If you’re interested, I could give you my personal cell phone number.
We could continue to talk without going through the app.
Seriously? You’d want to do that?
I’ve never done it before, but like I said...
You’re different.
And bc I feel this connection with you…
It doesn’t sit right that you’ve been paying to talk to me.
Wow. This is the last thing I expected you to say.
If you’re sure that’s what you want…
Then I’m definitely okay with not going through the service anymore.
Hold on.
Hey, baby girl. :)
Sara saves the number in her phone.
Hiya, handsome.
I already feel freer. How about you?
Agreed. It’s really nice seeing “Isaac” instead of Operator 69.
It’s really nice BEING Isaac instead of Operator 69.
So tell me about your mission today.
I was almost discovered red-handed. Or panties-handed, I guess.
What do you mean?
I’d just gotten back from taking them off in the bathroom when Will showed up.
I still had them balled up in my right hand as he sat across from me at my tiny table.
The plot thickens.
Did he notice what you were holding?
No, thank God.
But he probably thinks I’m weird because I did this awkward left-handed shake.
Then again, maybe not, because the guy was a relentless flirt.
Maybe he’s attracted to crazy, lol
More than likely, he’s attracted to crazy-sexy.
Anyway, let’s not use this time to talk about Will.
I want to talk about you.
What would you like to know?
How my work has been suffering lately bc all I think about is you and your latest mission?
How I almost didn’t take an important business call today bc I wanted to keep talking to you instead?
Or maybe how I jacked off this afternoon with you in mind?
Yes. To all of it.
Tell me what your panties looked like.
I chose a pale pink satin and lace thong.
That’s one hell of an image.
And where did you hide that glorious treasure?
Somewhere I definitely shouldn’t have.
I’ve been regretting it all day, actually.
Can’t be that bad. Tell me.
In Will’s messenger bag.
Now THAT’S interesting.
You keep denying you want anything to do with him, yet you give him your panties.
I know! One minute he’s proposing we have sex and saying all these sexy things...
And the next minute I’m shoving my underwear in his bag when he leaves his seat.
What the hell is wrong with me?!
Calm down, gorgeous. Trust me, he isn’t sorry you left them for him.
A man propositioning a woman for sex isn’t going to be offended if she gives him her panties.
No? And what, in all your experience and infinite wisdom, will happen when he finds them?
I don’t know, but I can tell you what I would do in his place.
Mmm, now that I’d love to hear.
As soon as I pulled them from my bag, I’d lift them to my face and breathe in your scent.
I’d get instantly hard from your scent.
Damn, that’s hot. What else?
I’d pull out my hard cock and wrap the silky fabric around my shaft.
I’d start jerking myself off…
And I’d get more worked up knowing I’m rubbing your essence all over me.
God, Isaac, I’m getting wet just imagining you doing that with my panties.
Touch yourself, Sara.
I am. You know, I’m getting really good at texting with one hand.
Me too, baby.
I want to feel you deep inside me…
Filling me up so it feels like I’m splitting in two.
Goddamn, I want to watch you come all over me.
I want to OWN your orgasms.
You already do.
Good. Then come for me, Sara. Rub that sweet clit until you scream.
Sara abandons texting in favor of following Isaac’s instructions.
She’s so turned on that it takes less than a minute before she falls over the edge.
His name tumbles out of her lips.
Holy shit. I’m boneless. That was intense.
Same here. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.
That’s the affect you have on me.
Damn that’s hot. Isaac...
What if we met? You know, in person.
I think it’s inevitable. But not yet.
Why not?
You’re not ready.
I feel pretty damn ready. You make me feel things I never thought possible.
I know, baby girl. Soon, okay? I promise.
Okay. Do I have another mission for tomorrow?
Yes. But this time, you get to pick.
You’ve done so well this past week, so let’s see what you come up with on your own.
On my own???
Yes. It has to be daring and take you further out of your comfort zone.
Nothing crazy, just something you never would normally do.
Can’t you tell me what to do instead?
I don’t want to disappoint you with something lame.
You could never disappoint me.
I know you’ll think of something great. I have faith in you.
That makes one of us.
;)
Get some sleep, gorgeous. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night, Isaac. Sweet dreams.
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