her so badly. In college, he’d visited for weekends and sent her dorm-mates into a flirting frenzy. After that, they’d kept in touch regularly, never going more than a week or two without calling, and when he’d finally moved to Harrisburg to follow a job, they hadn’t been apart for more than a few days at a time.
She’d spent more time with Jack than she ever had with any boyfriend. She’d shared more with him. Given more of herself to him. Despite all that, becoming lovers had opened a side of him she’d never seen.
This morning she’d wakened to find a lacy black garter belt, crotchless panties and matching bra laid out on the bed beside her. Sexy, seamed stockings completed the ensemble, which had come with a note. Wear me. Josie liked nice underwear, but comfort usually came before fashion. She’d worn the lingerie anyway.
Now she shifted her thighs against one another and shivered at the sensation of her flesh so bare beneath her skirt. The garter belt was surprisingly comfortable, stretchy and soft instead of scratchy like she’d expected. The stockings were whisper-thin, and when she slid her legs together it felt like she was rubbing herself with silk.
Her phone rang. Startled, she thumped her chair back down solidly on the floor and picked it up. “Josephine Levine.”
“Are you wearing them?”
Josie turned in her chair and locked her office door. “Yes.”
Jack’s deep rumble stroked her ear through the phone. “How do they feel?”
“Good.” His voice sent a spear of desire straight to her crotchless clit. Josie put her feet up on the desk, and tilted her chair back again.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning. I bet you look so hot.”
Josie looked down at the black skirt she’d worn today. It was shorter than she normally chose for work, and the heels of her shoes a good two inches higher. “You know it, baby.”
Jack gave a whispery groan that made her pulse pound. “Tell me.”
“I’m wearing a silky blue blouse, open at the throat. My skirt comes to the middle of my thighs.”
“Shoes?” He sounded hopeful, and Josie grinned.
“Black patent leather. Three inch heels. Ankle strap.”
He made a soft sound like he was licking his lips, and Josie shifted in her chair to let her knees fall slightly apart. Jack sighed. She heard the crackle of static from his cell phone.
“Pull your skirt up so the tops of your stockings show.”
She did. “Are you driving?”
“I’m on my way to a sales call. Don’t ruin the mood.”
She laughed, loving that even the sexiest moments between them were filled with humor. “The tops of these stockings are lace.”
“I know. Tell me about the panties. I bet your pretty pink clit is showing right now, isn’t it? Is it standing up for me?”
Oh, he was a master at talking dirty. Josie had a lot to learn from him. His words had taken her breath, but she managed to whisper, “Yes.”
“Touch it for me.”
Josie cradled the phone against her ear and stroked her forefinger across her now-aroused clit. Her pussy grew warm beneath her touch. She moved her finger in small circles that soon had her biting her lip to hold back a moan.
“Open up the front of your blouse. Your tits must look so fine in that bra. I wish I were there to suck your nipples.”
She wished the same thing. With her free hand, Josie did as Jack had told her. Her flesh was creamy white against the black lace. Her nipples pushed at the front, and she ran her palm over one before tweaking it between her thumb and finger. Her pussy was slick with her arousal, and she slid a finger down to bring some of her moisture up to her clit.
Another crackle of static reminded her where Jack was. “Don’t wreck.”
He chuckled. “I pulled over. I’m in a parking lot. I’ve got my prick in my hand right now, Josie, wishing it were in your mouth.”
A mental image filled her head. Jack, his tie loosened and his suit pants undone, his thick, long cock gripped firmly in his fist. He wouldn’t be wearing his earrings on the job, but his eyes would be shaded by mirrored sunglasses. She pictured the way his tongue would snake across his full mouth as he concentrated on pleasuring himself. In her mind, his strokes grew faster, and so did hers.
Her fingers danced on her bud, stroking and pinching. “I’m going to come.”
His groan sent her toward the edge even faster. “Me,