Textual Harassment

I suppose I should have felt honoured, being invited to the annual meeting at Head Office. I and several other members of the menial staff had been invited to attend by the General Manager in an effort to develop a closer relationship between management and workers. I was sitting in the plush boardroom at a large rectangular table, surrounded by smart suits and serious faces. I, who did not have regular experience of this, felt nervous and out of place.

The Company Director, who was sitting away from the table suddenly rose and began to introduce everyone who was attending and then started a long, dull speech about company performance, illustrated by a powerpoint presentation on a screen at one end of the table. I tried to maintain a look of interest but it was become increasingly harder to maintain as he spoke of targets, figures, and the like.

Just then I felt the tickle of my mobile phone vibrating in my trouser pocket. I had put it on discreet mode to avoid the embarrassment of it going off mid-meeting. As all eyes were on the powerpoint, I eased it out of my pocket, under the table and pressed ‘read’.

Where are you?

That’s all it said. No name and only the senders mobile number, which I didn’t recognise. I looked around and, as no one was looking, I typed.

In a meeting. Who are you?

I pressed ‘send’. Before I could put the mobile back in my pocket it quivered in my hand.

An admirer. I’m bored

An admirer? I didn’t understand. But I decided that it would be rude not to reply to an admirer.

Where are you? What can I do to help?

Seconds later, another tickle in my hand.

I’m very close. We could play a game.

Very close? I looked up and around the room. All eyes were on the powerpoint, transfixed by the pretty colours, vivid graphics and the Directors speech. Except two. They were petrol blue and belonged to a woman sitting opposite me. She wasn’t staring at me but just flicked a glance and then looked down, smiling. She had one hand on a long slim glass of mineral water and was moving her thumb and forefinger up and down it. Her other hand was under the table.

What would you like to play?

As I pressed send, I was aware that everyone had broken in to polite applause. The Director had finished his speech. I hastily rested the mobile in my lap to join in. The Director then introduced another member of the management team who strode confidently to the front of the table and explained that they would now outline the action plan for the following year. Just then my mobile vibrated in my lap. In my haste to pick it up it fell to the floor. I left it for a few seconds, until the captive audience were distracted by the next powerpoint, and quickly ducked under the table and pressed ‘read’.

Let’s imagine I’m much closer than I am now. Let’s say that I’m kneeling between your legs.

Undo your trousers ;-)

I stared at the text, transfixed. I looked up and noticed the petrol blue eyes looking down into her lap and grinning. Slowly I reached down, unfastened the belt buckle and lowered the zip.

Done

My head is between your legs. I’m licking your cock. It’s getting hard.

She was right. It was stiffening and becoming uncomfortable. Almost painful. I reached down and eased the tip of my cock out of the top of my briefs. I looked around furtively to check that the audience were still captivated. Just then another vibration.

I’m sucking it slowly. I’m licking the tip and moving my lips around the shaft. Slowly, very slowly.

I closed my eyes and imagined that long auburn hair spread across my legs, head bobbing, sucking my cock harder and harder. To enhance the image in my head I began stroking my cock. Vibration.

I’m licking your balls. Now they’re in my mouth. My hand is stroking your cock. Can you guess where my other hand is?

No

Stroking my clit. Through my silk panties. I’m soooo wet!

This was fun. I decided to take charge.

Take them off!

I look across at the petrol blue eyes. She still has one hand on the glass and the other under the table. She doesn’t seem to be making a move. So I press ‘resend’. Still nothing. Then she shifted slightly on her chair and her hands disappeared under the table.

They are round my knees. And my breasts are free too. What shall I do with them?

Put my cock between them. Push them together and rub my shaft.

I imagined looking down at her breasts, small but with prominent nipples, held in place by piercings, enveloping my cock. The head of my cock disappearing and reappearing as she moved them up and down my aching shaft. And in reality it was aching. I moved my hand down to massage my cock, synchronising the masturbation to the movement of her breasts in my mind.

I was almost oblivious to the meeting until another vibration made me focus briefly on the fact that it was coming to a close. The Director was summing up. Just then another vibration. With my free hand, which was now trembling with arousal I pressed ‘read’.

I want you to come in my mouth. Are you ready?

I had to be quick. I began masturbating hard under the table. The thumb on my free hand pressed ‘y’, ‘e’, ‘s’ and the ‘send’. I held my cock against my stomach and let myself go. I shook as I spurted the hot juices all over my stomach, in an effort to avoid the telltale signs of my orgasm on my outer clothing, which might attract attention as I left the meeting room. I slipped my mobile in my breast pocket, hastily adjusted my clothing and stood up.

As I left the meeting I noticed that the woman with the petrol blue eyes was walking towards me. I didn’t know what to say. She began:

“Did you enjoy the meeting?”

“Very much so.”

“I think it is important that we give employees like you the chance to experience what goes on in management circles.”

Just then she took her mobile out of her bag. “Damn, still no signal. Isn’t it annoying, I can never get a signal in this room! Well nice to see you, I must go now and check my messages.”

No signal! It wasn’t her! I was puzzled. If it wasn’t petrol blue eyes then who was it? Still trying to work out the mystery woman I walked out of the room and made my way to the lift. The lift doors were about to close so I ran. I managed to get through the door but I fell forward and my mobile fell out of my pocket and landed, with a clatter, on the floor.

I knelt down to pick it up. As I did I realised that I was not alone. My eyes were looking at the stiletto shoes of the secretary who had been preparing the meeting room when I arrived. My gaze rose from the stilettos, up the stocking clad legs to the hem of a very short skirt. As I looked closer I could see the lips of her pussy, glistening wet. I smiled. I stood up and smiled.

She smiled back and pressed ‘basement’. This time it would be for real.