The Joy of Text pt1

I was sitting at my desk, outside Ms KC. Rider’s office when my mobile phone flashed. ‘Message’ I clicked it open; it read, “You look HOT today– going somewhere nice?” I scrolled the message back; to see who the sender was – Tommy, one of our sales rep’s. I looked around the office, to see him sitting 20 yards away, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

The phone flashed, again. “So? Got a date?” I turned to look at him again. He raised his eyebrows, nodding at his phone.

Feeling mischievous, I typed a reply, “That’s for me to know; and you to find out! Anyway, I’m married.”

I was actually meeting my sister after work, and had dressed in white linen trousers and a nice white chiffon blouse, lace bra, with a slinky pair of sandals.

Seconds later he replied, “Lucky fella…hope he’s worth it.”

Before I could return that message, Ms KC Rider shouted that she wanted a coffee.

I’m Cathy; dark haired, 34b, with long firm legs, and happily (?) married to Jason, who is 42, and was my first boss when I left college. I am a Secretary for a company called Dragonwales. We have a team of 4 sales rep’s and 12 telesales staff who work from our office. My boss is a fat overbearing, woman, who insists on being called Ms. KC Rider. She’s not married and very authoritative, she always has to be ‘right’, and shouts and screams until she gets her own way. She thinks that the staff is all terrified of her, but we’re not. She’s just a sad old woman, with no friends. She dresses in ‘an old fashioned’ way – tweeds and her hair gelled back; which started the rumour that she’s actually a ‘leather clad – Bull dyke, at weekends!’

Tommy is a little bit younger than I am; about 23, I’m 28. He thinks that he is ‘God’s gift to women’; six feet tall and dashingly handsome. He’s always very well groomed and dresses immaculately. It’s widely believed that he’s screwed a couple of the young girls in accounts.

When I sat back at my desk, there was another message waiting for me. “Are you wearing any knickers?” I swear that I blushed as I read it. I quickly scanned the room, but Tommy was missing.

I looked down at my linen trousers. Because they were a little bit transparent I was only wearing a very small white thong.

I subtly walked to his desk waving a piece of paper. “Have you seen Tommy?” I asked Pete. Without looking up from his screen, he told me, “He’s gone out on an appointment.”

When I got back to my desk there was yet another message, “Well? Are you?”

I smiled at his cheek. I felt very naughty as I typed, “Yes, very small white ones.” My heart was pounding as I pressed ‘send’.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by and it seemed like I looked at my phone every two minutes, expecting another text message from Tommy.

As I got into my car, after the meal with my sister, I felt my phone vibrate. Sure enough, there was a message: “Are they around your ankles yet?”

Giggling, I quickly replied. “Hanging from the mirror!”

“WOW! I wish I was there to watch!” Tommy immediately responded.

I switched my phone off and drove home with a nice smile on my face.

The next morning there was a message, from Tommy, waiting for me when I turned it back on, “In bed –playing tents – thinking of you.”

I blushed like a teenager.

The messages between us carried on in this vein for the few more days.