A few seconds later another buzz comes from my phone. My palms are sweaty and my hands shaking and I hit the wrong button on my phone a couple of times, swearing under my breath, I try again and again until I finally get to see the text.
"I seem to get warmer the nearer I get to him. Funny that.
All kinds of images are dancing through my mind. My lovely girlfriend, sat next to you at work. Getting herself all worked up just by being sat near you! And me - all these miles away, frustrated, turned on and even a bit scared. Feeling so weak and helpless!
I start trying to think of something clever to say in reply but before I can even get typing, she sends me another message.
"Have to go now. He needs my attention now. Talk later xx"
You need my girlfriend's attention? In what way? Is something happening now? Or is my girlfriend just referring to work? I want to reply back and ask her to explain more... but I know I'm getting off on this. As fucked up as that sounds, I'm enjoying being the little boyfriend!
I don't hear from her for the rest of the day. Work seems to drag on forever and I get hardly anything done. My mind is on you and my girlfriend and, as much as I try, I can't concentrate on anything else. My mind keeps running through all the different possibilities. Maybe she has her hand under the desk, craftily jerking you off as you work. Or maybe she's under the desk, sucking you off. Or maybe the two of you sneak off together...
Finally, the end of the working day comes. I don't think I've ever left work so fast!
I arrive home just before my girlfriend - in fact a few minutes sooner than I normally do! I guess all that frustration gave me a bit more energy. I keep checking the time. Will she be home as usual or is she going to stay behind? I check my phone for what feels like the thousandth time since I got home. There are still no messages. As those ideas float in and out of my mind, I feel my trousers tightening.
Finally, I hear the door open and my girlfriend steps in. She's carrying her work bags and a bag of groceries. I guess that was why she was a bit late although usually she tells me if she's stopping off at the shops on the way home. I find myself wondering whether she's being cunning and had done that to make herself be a few minutes late and maximise my frustration...
Those thoughts evaporate from my mind as she takes her long grey coat off. She has those heels on - the ones that make her taller than me. She may be saying something when that coat comes off but I don't hear as I see what she is wearing underneath.
My eyes nearly pop out and my jaw nearly hits the floor! Her skirt is shorter than the one she wore before - her legs bare but unbelievably sexy and shapely. She always had nice legs but now they looked amazing! I swallow hard as I can't resist tracing my way up them with my eyes.
Her blouse is a bit more conservative although a couple of buttons are undone, revealing a nice hint of cleavage.
Catching the stunned look on my face, she grins cheekily and says:
"Aww" in a slightly condescending tone before leaning forward to kiss me.
I instinctively pucker my lips as she kisses me... on the forehead.
"You... you went to work..." I pause, checking out those legs again! "Like that?"
She giggles and tells me that she'd gone shopping during the day with your permission. Apparently they had customers in and her dressing like that was good for morale as well as pleasing for them to see. I'll bet!
"Well, I didn't get any complaints." She teases.
"But... but that skirt..."
I guess that was what she'd meant about her clothes shrinking! I bet you'd spent all day eying that body up while I'd been at work having to make do with teasing texts! I feel a tightening in my stomach at the thought.
"Oh really." She says, placing her hands on her hips and looking down at me in mock indignation, "well if you're going to be such a prude then I guess I'll have to wear more conservative clothes around you.
"No, no... I... what?" I stammer.
She then explains it to me. To avoid 'offending my sensibilities' she'll make sure she covers up around me whilst wearing her 'uniform', as she called it, in the office where it was much more appreciated. Her eyes dart down to my crotch to see if this one sided proposal is getting the desired response.
"Wait..." I stammer, realising how pathetic I'm sounding.
I look down and see a throbbing hard on pushing at my trousers. What the hell was wrong with me? I was getting excited at the thought of you getting to see my girlfriend in this sexy state every day while I'd be lucky if I saw an ankle at this rate!
"Very well." She said, winking at me before pushing past into the kitchen.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her! I wanted to ask her a million things about today - most of all what had actually happened.
Obviously sensing what I wanted to ask, she deliberately starts to talk about the shop she'd visited. What the weather was like today. What was on TV this evening.
I want to explode (in more ways than one) but I'm just too damn shy to ask. Shy! In front of my own girlfriend. I feel like such a wimp! None of this is lost on her, of course, and I pick up on those little hints that tell me that she's getting off on seeing me reduced to this powerless state.
Finally, my own arousal just gets the better of me.
"So... what happened this afternoon?" I ask.
"This afternoon?" She asks, playing coy.
She giggles, clearly seeing the struggle on my face. I guess she suddenly decided she'd drank enough in my frustration and helplessness as she told me she spent the afternoon with you.
She then describes you, how tall and powerful you are and how she feels so hot and flustered around you. She tells me that she felt so sexy in her short skirt - like she was almost naked but not quite.
"Mmm..." She moaned, closing her eyes as if picturing you right in that moment, "sooo arousing..."
She opens her eyes again and then looks at me. My cock is absolutely throbbing - it feels like it could burst out at any second. This doesn't go unnoticed by her and she brings herself closer until she's standing right in front of me, I have to look up into her eyes. My head is absolutely swimming with all of these thoughts - I'm so turned on, I feel like I'm almost ***** with arousal!
She lowers her voice, looks down into my eyes and says:
"Would you like some help with that?"
Almost automatically, I respond "yes... please..." except rather than sounding like a sexy response to a sexy question, it sounds more like I'm begging. Which I guess I am. I need release so badly. I can't remember the last time I felt like this.
Stooping a bit, she unzips my flies and pulls out my throbbing cock. Then she almost casually starts jerking it. That's when I embarrass myself. I guess having been in this state all day on and off has taken its toll as after what can only be just a few seconds, I let out a moan and thrust forward. Shooting cum out everywhere.
My girlfriend stops, sounding decided unimpressed.
"Already?" She asks, her tone slightly mocking, "That was quick even for you!"
"No... I... can't believe it..." I say, genuinely surprised at how quickly I came.
"Well..." My girlfriend says staring down at me. "Aren't you going to clean up your mess?"