Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Five

I walked into my house, kicked off my pumps, and fell into the delightful leather of my couch. I pulled out my phone and decided to call Savannah.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl. What are you up to?"

"I'm at work. And I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be too."

"I finished early. I just wanted to call and tell you how my first day went."

"Okay, girl. Give me just a moment." There was some rustling on the other side of the line. "Okay. I'm on a smoke break. Tell me everything."

"Today was great. I learned the new system, got a tour of the office, was finger fucked in my boss's office, met my co-workers, and completed a practice case."

"I'M SORRY WHAT??? Go back to the last one."

"Meeting my co-workers. Yeah. They are all pretty great."

"No, not that one! The one before that!" I giggled to myself.

"Oh, you mean the one about me getting finger fucked in my boss's office?"

"YES, THAT ONE!!! WHAT THE HELL, ABIGAIL?"

"So you're never going to believe this, but it turns out Noah from Saturday night is my boss."

"Shut the fuck up! Oh my god! You lucky bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

"You get to have hot office sex with your boss while I'm out here cleaning up piss and vomit."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be a nurse, not me."

"God. It's like you're a completely different person, and I love it. I'm so glad that you are exploring yourself sexually. I'm proud of you. But I swear to god, you better keep me up to date on all the sexy details, or we're going to have a problem. I want to live vicariously through you."

"Okay, Sav. I will. Now, go back to work. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, girl!" She hung up the phone, and I turned on the tv. There was some reality show on, and I didn't pay much attention to it as my mind started to wander back to my encounter with Noah in his office. I remembered his hands and how they felt on my skin. Soon, I found myself tracing his movements with my own. I slid my hand up my thigh, under my skirt, until I found my panties. I looped my finger around them and pulled them down my legs. I made quick work of my buttons and peeled my shirt from my shoulders. I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side. I then hiked my skirt up to allow myself easier access. I relaxed back into the couch and closed my eyes as I pictured Noah. As I imagined his hands fondling my breasts, I imitated his movements. I pinched and pulled at my nipples while soft moans fell from my mouth.

My other hand moved up my thigh once again until it found my dripping center. I flicked my fingertip over my clit, and a sting of excitement ran up my body. I moaned loudly as my finger continued to flick vigorously over my clit, my other hand still massaging my breast. I alternated from flicking and rubbing my clit, to dipping a finger inside and rubbing my g-spot. My entire body was shaking as I brought myself higher and higher, the thought of Noah filling my mind. I was screaming his name over and over again as I pushed myself to the edge. Right when I was about to cum, there was a knock at my door.

"Fuck, this had better be important," I complained as I pulled my skirt back down and refastened the buttons to my shirt. I walked over to my front door and threw up open.

"What?" I snapped, and I was instantly taken back at the sight of Noah on my doorstep. "Noah? What are you doing here?"

"Well, is that how you greet all of your guests?" His cocky smirk caused my eyes to roll, and my cheeks flushed red.