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The day eats me up and spits me out. So many new orders, so many new deliveries. The coffee Matilda bought me in the morning? It sits cold on my desk, and it’s almost six in the evening.
We had so many customers that at one point I had to step out and help Mats. The kids went to school at noon, and since then we’ve been fighting this storm alone.
My phone vibrates with a new message.
What are u wearing?
It’s Ronan, and she immediately lights up my mood.
Is this u sexting?
Yeah. U want to know what I’m wearing?
Tell me what u r wearing, baby.
A photo comes in with a chime. Holy fuck. Her hair falls down over her breasts, as she sits on the floor, her hand covering her pussy. There are forest green garters on both of her lovely thighs, holding up mesh stockings. She’s biting her full lower lip, looking straight into the camera.
So, so gorgeous. Move the hair away, Ljubavi. Show me what u r hiding behind it.
Another photo comes in, and I feel my dick twitch before opening it. She is not naked. There is a tiny, oh God, so tiny lingerie set on her. It’s basically all strings. I can only see it because it’s such a big contrast to her milky skin. There’s a caption underneath it.
Take it off of me tonight. Pick me up at 8. I made a dinner reservation.
Another message comes in right after.
Did I leave u speechless? Yeah, I do that sometimes. I would say dress to impress, but u always do. U always impress me. Xoxo
Fuck yes. She left me speechless. My mind's going a thousand kilometers per hour. My balls ache, my dick is so hard it’s basically drilling a hole in my jeans.
Chances of u getting fucked on the dinner table, in the middle of a restaurant, in front of everyone are REALLY, REALLY high. Did u not learn your lesson last night, u tease?
The dots keep appearing and disappearing from the screen, but another message comes in.
Why do u think I’m teasing, baby? Do it all again. Spread me out. Fill me up. I want it all. Again and again and again. See u tonight.
I don’t respond to her. Rushing to fill up my pockets with everything I need, so it’s all bulky and hides a massive boner, I yell at Matilda that we are closing up early.
“I have a date. I need to leave, and I am not leaving you at mercy of another rush of customers.”
“Okay, cool. Good for me,“ she says. Grabbing a broom to sweep the floors, as I lock up the front door, and turn the sign light from green to red.
We hustle for a little while, to get everything ready for tomorrow morning, and hurry out of the store through the back door.
I practically sprint to my place.
In the shower I barely contain myself as images of her in that green lace pop into my mind. I want to touch myself so badly, but at the same time I want her to know how aroused I’ve been since I saw them.
I look at my wardrobe as I’m roughly rubbing my hair with a towel. Dress to impress?
A suit? Fuck.
Do I have a suit?
Can I wear Dr Martens with a suit?
Why not? Leaving my hair to air dry, I take care of my Doc’s. A new shiny coat, crisp new laces. Perfect.
I put my suit on, and I immediately feel like a sophisticated motherfucker. To avoid looking too stuck up, I let my hair down my back, since I know Ronan also loves it that way.
