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Laura's DayDream : ( F, mast) ---------------------- It was 3:10pm

and Laura felt like something was missing... something wasn't right. Had

she forgotten something? Was there something urgent on her desk that she

needed to do that morning? Laura looked across the top of her

desk and nothing looked out of the ordinary - there wasn't a file or paper

out of place. She pushed her chair back away from her desk and stood up,

placing her hands on her hips. Feeling the sensation of her hands

on her hips through her wool skirt and silk slip triggered something in her

memory and she looked at the clock. The clock read 3:15pm. Laura leaned

down across her desk to pick up a paperclip that fell on the floor. In

doing so, she felt her breast trace along the surface of her desk. Laura

stood up with a jolt - realizing it was 3:15pm and she reached for the

telephone; but as soon as her hand touched the receiver, she drew her hand

back and stared blankly at the phone. Laura was in the habit of

calling Mike nearly every day at 3pm; she had done so for several months.

She was in the middle of her work day and he would just be getting out of

bed to start his day as a police officer. Mike and Laura would chat on the

telephone for about an hour before he rushed into the shower and then off

to work. Laura held her breath and fought back that 'empty' feeling that

would creep into her heart when she thought of Mike now.... the affair had

ended last month. Well... Laura ended it last month - Mike had actually

ended it several weeks prior to that, without bothering to tell her. Laura

happened to pull up Mike's personality profile and noticed he had written

something like "She owns my heart" on the page.... and then Laura also

noticed that a line in another woman's personality profile read "He owns my

heart". When she questioned Mike on it, he had nothing to say except the

other woman was a "good friend". Laura was wise enough to know that men do

not play cute little online games with their profiles - if they have a

thing for someone that is important, they will write it. And obviously,

Laura was not the important one to Mike. Laura's hand traced the

small indentation along her collar bone, lightly touching her skin until

the tiny hairs stood up and made her shiver. Her thoughts somehow drifted

back to Mike. They had met online in a chatroom and immediately

hit it off - passing over the cheesy sex pick-up lines and cyber sex...

and on to real personal telephone conversations about their lives, their

work, and their dreams. Laura and Mike talked about meeting in person, but

something always got in the way. They had all the time in the world and

didn't fell that there was any urgency to meeting immediately anyhow. 

 Laura rubbed her hands over her breasts now.... making her nipples

hard and erect. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair with her

head back and remembered how they would play their cat and mouse game of

phone sex seduction.... "I want you to rub your clit", he'd tell her and she'd

sneak her fingers up under her thong panties and do what he told her. She

wasn't a shy girl, but the idea of phone sex had simply made her

uncomfortable... it was kinda creepy and taboo... but there was something

in his voice that relaxed her and encouraged her to do it. Her fingers

traced over the mound of pubic hair and down to the moist area of her pussy
lips. She slipped her finger between her shaved lips and onto her wet

clit. "Are you wet, Baby?", he asked. "Yes", she replied. "How

wet?", he asked. "Mmmm, very", she moaned. He would tell her to

rub her clit a few times and then would ask her what the scent was like.

"It's kinda sweet and kinda fresh... doesn't really smell like anything

specific", she told him. Mike would be stroking his hard cock while he had

her on the phone. Laura would never cum from this... but she'd rub her

clit anyway, knowing it was turning him on. She could hear his

breathing getting harder now and she knew he would be cumming soon. Mike

let out a large breath into the phone receiver and then a deep sigh. "Oh

Hon", he moaned, "I'm cumming!" 

 In her office, Laura tossed her shoulder length hair over the back

of her chair as she scrunched down to the edge of the seat. She put her

feet up on the edge of her desk, wedging the desk's edge against the 4 inch

stiletto heel, lifting her knees high. Her skirt rode up to reveal the

tops of her silk stockings and garters. Laura wasn't concerned about her

skirt, all she could think about was how badly she wanted Mike to be there.

Laura let her fingers reach up her skirt and trace the lace pattern on her

panties. She thought about what it would feel like if that were Mike's

hand instead. She twirled her tongue in her mouth and thought about what

it would be like to have his hard cock between her lips. She pressed

harder on her pussy and grabbed it in her hand thinking of what it would

have felt like if it were Mike's hands. She pulled her hands through her

hair and imagined they were Mike's hands. She tore at her garters -

running her hands down her thighs, thinking of Mike. Her imagination so

intense that it was almost like he was there with her. She could

reach orgasm at her desk right now if she allowed herself to. But Laura

closed her eyes and brought her hands up to her face instead. She

collected her things and went home for the day. Mike and she would never

be together. He was just a memory on a computer screen now. 

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