Unexpected Fantasy

[Simple Tania]

UNEXPECTED FANTASY - PART 1 (Page 5)

The sound of debris falling in a container woke Steph; half-startled, she opened her eyes and relaxed after realizing where the noise was coming from. 'Damn the works of this damned city,' she said aloud to no one, then got up. The water was already cold, how long had she slept? She checked the clock; almost 6 pm, 'fuck! I slept for almost two hours’, she drained the bathtub and as the water trickled away, she opened the shower and washed, touching herself gently to remove the foam from her body.

As she left the shop with her bag in her left hand, Tess passed by her 'public', smiled politely as if nothing had happened, and moved away; the whole show had excited her considerably but the maid's words still rang in her head. 'Your husband will love it!' She hammered her head in such a way that nervously waved the ring on her finger, not even noticing that the boys were still following her like eager puppies. She decided to have a coffee to calm down, sat down at one of the tables, still lost in thoughts, ordered a cup, and pondered. She knew it was pointless to keep wearing that ring considering everything that happened, everything she suffered; how she had kept deceiving herself, everything she didn’t do, every broken dream, all the tears, all the doubts... She then shook her head and let out an ‘enough’; took the ring from her finger, stored it inside her purse, put her phone on the table, closed her eyes for a second and felt calmer. She thanked the clerk, picked up her coffee, took a good sip of the tasty brew and then noticed the boys still eyeing her from across the hall. She smiled.

 

Vic sat in the room with growing exasperation, constantly staring at the clock; half an hour ago it seemed that everything was settled, but now a complication about the business logistics almost ruined everything; he had to work hard and was able to get the talks back on track after many compromises. He sat, half-listening, as the two financial managers on either side of the world debated the financial gymnastics needed to complete the deal. A vibration in his pocket shook him from his sullen state; he took the phone out and opened it, and saw that the call was from Tess.

 

Tess laid her cell phone down on the table with a wicked smile on her face, saw the hours, and sank into the chair, knowing she was being watched, crossed her legs at length, subtly but provocatively, and even with some exaggeration; the way she stretched one leg over the other made the skirt rise higher than necessary. Feeling excited again after that nostalgic interval, she picked up the coffee spoon and pretended to be distracted by the cell phone, began to gently suck on it, making the spoon come in and out of her mouth and giving little licks as she pulled it out of her mouth. Across the hall, two heads followed each gesture, every lick, every touch on the breasts, each rise and fall of the skirt, every glimpse of a white loincloth appearing at each crossing of legs, with an increase of horniness that could be considered risky.

 

The conversations in the room were completely unintelligible to Vic, who kept looking up and down trying to appear attentive; he was in fact unable to take his eyes off the tiled photographs that showed on his phone, which he had strategically placed between his legs. A simple question - "Which one do you prefer?" - separated one selfie from the other, his finger passed from one to the other uninterruptedly and every time he did, he felt his cock growing, almost wanting to break out of his pants so he could peek. He looked at the clock again, finally managing to reply, put the phone back in his pocket and tried, with a supreme effort of will, to pay attention to the meeting.