X and Y Part 3 - The conference room
X took her seat at the large oval table in main conference room of the office building; Y was sat at the far end next to his management team. A wry and knowing grin on his face, the creases around his eyes making the sparkle seem that much more pronounced. She could feel the sex toy he had bought her the weekend before nestling comfortably inside her, the soft curved shape pressing every time her hips moved, she breathed, her buttocks clenched, she was savouring every moment, the insertion of the toy had come as a request that morning via text. She had nervously unwrapped it, excitedly dressed for him, sheer dark hold ups with a lace trim, just a hint of turquoise to match the panties and bra set he had bought the last time they had visited her favourite emporium, the pin striped suit and white crisp shirt with just a hint of cleavage, her hair dark blonde falling on her shoulders in loose curls, the smallest amount of makeup, just as he liked it.
Y made the introductions and told a small anecdote that created a warm laugh from most of the people around the table, as always there was one too busy deciding which sandwich / cake to eat first, not really paying attention.
The first spasm of vibration hit her like a splash of cold water from a mountain stream, she gasped inaudibly, her fingers tightening round her pen as the wave subsided, her lip chewing between her teeth, her eyes rolled to him, his expression hadn’t changed, he was shuffling papers with one hand, the other was in the pocket of his trousers, a finger pressing down on the remote control device linked to the device inside her wet cunt.
He had told her the code before hand, she counted throughout the meeting, the vibrations coming close together sometimes spaced, but each perfectly timed, her desire inflamed, the tingle of her nerves on fire, the shortness of her breathing, her breasts swelling, she was hyper aware of the others in the room, trying to second guess their guesses, she wanted to fuck him now, for him to stop time, to push her over the table, to pull her skirt over her waist, to nudge her panties aside with his cock, to push inside her and turn the toy on to permanent vibrate whilst he was inside her.
She came back into reality, just..the meeting was finishing, people were packing their things, saying goodbye, arranging lunches and carrying plates of uneaten buffet back to their desks. He took her hand and shook it lightly, letting his index finger stroke the inside of her wrist. He left and she packed her bag, leaving the room and walking down the corridor to the ladies, inside she entered a cubicle and pulled up her skirt, putting her fingers inside and pleasuring herself to the orgasm he had started two hours earlier but wouldn’t allow her to finish. She removed the panties wiped her sex with them, placed a kiss on a piece of tissue and wrapped it inside them. She took a padded envelope out of her case, placed the panties in them, sealed it and wrote Y on the front. She left the bathroom and dropped the envelope in to a communal bin on the corridor, sitting back at her desk she took a deep breath and sent him an email with the single letter X
