enough time with the horses?” Did he really ask that? Respect, I like it. He pauses, rushes back to me, stands close to my body, we are touching, I catch my breath, and whispers in my ear, so close that I feel his warm breath down my neck. A chain reaction begins, and cascades through my whole body, “I’m hard for you Tharie.” He moves into me much closer, “right now,” and against my neck in a hot breathy whisper, “feel what you do to me.” I can feel his cock, rock hard, as he moves into me closer still, lightly kissing my neck, before moving away in an instant. Bet he's glad for that Crombie today, my head says all to itself. True story. Plus, it is quite cold.
Almost without breath I feebly answer, not sure what to say, "But I haven't given you my address!" Now slightly worried, and my body aches for him to touch it, but he's striding away in that purposeful manner, graceful and powerful.
"I know where you live Tharie, don't worry, I’m a resourceful type." I bet you are. Snapping out of my funky mood as he speaks my name, I recall I have something I need to tell him. I leap up suddenly and try to catch him, just remembering, I have plans tonight with Pete, I’d totally forgotten. Too late to catch him now. She had said she needed to talk to me, I’ll make the call. Resourceful indeed I said to myself as his car slides off noiselessly down the road, a stalker type, but I liked it.
TC: “Help, I need help” I’m not exaggerating either.
PF: “Haven’t I been telling you that for years, what for now?” She’ll love this challenge.
TC: “Daniel, I can’t concentrate” I wonder if there’s a pill I can take, shake the thought away, nothing a cup of tea won't cure, or at the very least calm.
PF: “I’m sending over some Agent Provocateur by bike messenger, I’m guessing it's an emergency” she's good, very good.
TC: “You went lingerie shopping for me?” She’s very, very good. Next bottle is on me.
PF: “I always keep new underwear in my drawer at work, just in case” It's for that girl in advertising she likes? She’s good.
TC: “Is that Pete's ‘tip of the week’? She should write for Cosmo.
PF: “Most women do it Tharie” really? Bloody hell, all I have in mine is lip balm, a horse magazine and a box of extra strong plasters. Wonder why I’m single.
TC: “So why am I only now hearing about it?” I already know the answer, this is going to hurt isn't it?
PF: “Honey, you didn’t ever need this advice before” bloody hell.
TC: “Cheeky swine” true story, but she’s right.
PF: “You need all the help you can get honey, good luck” what does she mean? I won’t see him now until tomorrow.
TC: “Am I your new challenging project?” Do I really want to know?
PF: “One I’ve been planning for years!” What!!?
TC: “I need help don’t I?” True story.
PF: “Like no one else I know, just another way you’re so special babes” aaahhh, nice, I think?
I fetch myself a cup of tea, instantly feeling better.
Back at my desk I decide to send a text, and with my phone in my hand my fingers fly over the keypad:
TC: “Thank you for offering me a job Daniel” true story, plus he is so hot.
DP: “Welcome, you'll not disappoint I’m sure” that sounds leading, I decide I like it. Plus, he's very hot.
TC: “I aim to please Daniel Pearce” I mean it too. Did I mention how hot he is?
DP: “What are you doing right now?” Bet you'll ask me what colour my underwear is next, suddenly I remember, god no!
TC: “What are you asking?” Work for it.
DP: “Would you prefer I was just taking?” God yes.
TC: “Is this your idea of a sext?” Because I like it.
I have to sign for a package, it's from Pete, bloody hell.
DP: “Where are you?” Where do you think? I slurp my tea.
TC: “At my desk” need to make more tea.
DP: “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get” I confess to liking the sound of that.
I decide to try on my new lingerie, it fits perfectly, and isn't like any underwear I've ever worn, honestly, it's not a comfortable as Spiderman pants, but I won't fall at this first hurdle. Its fine black lace, sculpted to fit under my breasts not over them, just covering my nipples, and matching