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Colleagues Playing on the Phone

Sheila gazed that the passing cityscape, the lights for a kaleidoscope of color. But none of it registered on her. Her mind was in turmoil as she wondered if she was doing the right this. Of course she knew it was wrong to have sexual relations with a man who was not her husband. She also knew it was wrong to have sexual relations with a man who was married. She certainly knew it was wrong to have sexual relations with a co-worker. 

But the wetness in her panties told a different story. She never imagined that talking sex could be such a turn-on. 

It had started innocently enough a month ago when Ajay and she first began to experiment chatting on a messenger other than the one for official purposes. The “experiment” was a result of a conversation at the lunch table on cybersex and how people seemed to spend a lot of time looking to chat sex. Nobody on the table, other than Ajay, had given any credit to the idea. But Sheila knew better. She was sure that some of the others, especially the men were trying it. But then Ajay was the only one in the group to be ready to admit to such things. 

After lunch Ajay and she had moved to the parking lot to have their customary smoke, while the rest of the gang had gone back to their offices. 

Actually, she was sure that their flirting had started when they had begun to smoke together. Ajay had been thrilled to discover a smoker in the team. He had been bored smoking alone. So when she had admitted to being a non-regular smoker, he had gone after her, inviting her to smoke breaks. He had finally wore her down and she began to smoke more regularly. The talk at the smoker breaks, when it was just the two of them had increasingly become more personal and more sexual in nature. 

Ajay once told her he usually found it erotic to watch a woman smoke. 

“So you mean you don’t find it erotic to watch me smoke? Are you disappointed?”

“Well, I would have to agree with that. But I thought about it and realized it’s because you don’t wear any lipstick.”

“Does it look better if a woman with lipstick were smoking?”

“I can’t be sure. Just a thought.”

The next day she’d worn lipstick. She also, for the first time in her life, carried a lipstick in her purse.

He complimented her when they had their first smoke. 

It had progressed from there, mostly she had to admit driven by her. She had probed him about what made women attractive to him. She found herself taking up most of his ideas and implementing them. She’d begun to wear sarees more often to the office. Now she was wearing sarees almost everyday, except on Fridays when she wore t-shirts and jeans. She had started to wear her sarees low on her hip, leaving most of her stomach exposed. She found herself turned on when he would unashamedly stare at her flat, naked belly. 

As time went by he became more daring and so did she. She never imagined discussing the underwear she was wearing with a man, but she was. 

Then came the conversation about cybersex. That afternoon they decided to create fictional names and have cybersex to see how it felt. They had never stopped and never discussed it outside the messenger window. In fact their real life relationship became more sober ever since they started having cybersex. But there the line between fact and fiction was soon fading. She found herself telling him a lot of actuals. He knew exactly when her husband and she had sex, whether she had orgasmed, what her darkest fantasies were, everything. 

Today they were going to take it one step further, phonesex. 

As she walked into her empty apartment, she felt the familiar thrill in her groin. She picked the cordless off the hook and dialed Ajay. 

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Hi. Home already?”

“Yes”

“Alone?”

“Yes”

“Horny?”

“Yes”

“Great! What are you doing?”

“Just walked in. Took off my sandals. I’m walking barefoot into my bedroom.”

“Have you planned what you are going to wear at home?”

“Not yet. Would you like to help me decide?”

“Would love to”

She opened her wardrobe and looked at it. 

“What do you think I should wear?”

“Give me options”

“Well I have housecoats, t-shirts and shorts, salwars, sarees”

“Let’s go with t-shirt and shorts today”

“Okay”

“Got any sleeveless t-shirts?”

“Yes, one”

“Color?”

“Blue”

“Tight?”

“Yes, it hugs me.”

“Very good. Black shorts?”

“Yes I have a few”

“Got any that are really short?”

“Hmmm”

“Great! Go with that.”

She pulled out the ones he had chosen and put them on the bed. 

“I have to undress now.”

“Go on”

“I’ll put the phone on the table and put it on speaker. Okay?”

“Sure”

She turned on the speaker and set the handset down.

“Undoing my saree now”, she said as she unwrapped the saree from her body. 

“Unhooking my blouse and taking it off. Now my bra. I’m naked to my waist.”

She heard his breathing. She wondered if he was jerking off. The thought made her horny. 

“Undoing my skirt now. Now taking off my panties. I’m naked.”

Still silence. 

“Would you like to hear me bathe?”

“Sure”, came a thick voice over the phone. She was sure he was jerking off. 

She picked up the phone and went into the bathroom. She placed it near the shower and turned on the shower. 

“Stepping under the shower now. The water is washing all over me.”

The breathing continued. 

“Soaping myself. I wish you were here to do this”. 

She wondered why she said that. 

“Rubbing the soap over my breasts. Moving down over my stomach. Now lathering my pubic hair and cunt.”

The breathing continued. 

“Washing the soap off.”

After she was done she turned off the shower. 

“Towelling myself”

Then she picked up the phone and walked back out into the bedroom. 

“Putting on my underclothes. White bra and white panties. Just the way you like it.”

She heard the moans, she knew he’d come. 

“Ajay?”

“Please go on. Please.”

“Putting on my t-shirt, now my shorts. Brushing my hair.”

After was she groomed she picked up the handset and turned off the speaker. 

“Hi”, she said in a sexy voice. 

“Hey”

“Enjoyed that?”

“You got mail”

She went to her computer and logged into her secret account. There was mail from him. She opened it. It had an attachment. She opened the attachment. It was a picture of her photograph, it was covered with his cum and the head of his penis was on her mouth

“Awesome”, she told him. 

“I enjoyed it too much”, he told her. 

“Me too”, she told him.

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