Accidental Text

Elizabeth is looking forward to playing the pregnancy risk game with her boyfriend, Craig. In anticipation of the night, she sends him sexy images of herself by text. But the text ends up going to her uptight boss, Mr. Danson by mistake. After seeing how her pictures affect the older man, she begins to see him in a new way. Will she go through with her plans with Craig, or will she end up playing the game with her boss instead?

Excerpt:
Throwing myself onto my bed, dressed in the little lace thong and stockings that I had planned to wear under my very proper business suit. And my phone. I held myself open, exposing my bare pussy lips with one hand and snapping a few quick pics. Then a few more when I began fucking myself with a vibrator that Craig had given me not so long ago.

He would get a real kick out of that. I wanted to make sure that these photos would turn him on as much as I was currently feeling. I attached the images to a text that told him how much I was looking forward to him finally taking me bare, and sent it off before I continued fucking myself with the toy.

Imagining that he was there with me. I knew the vibrator was smaller than his cock, but it would have to be enough for now. My pussy clenched down on the toy again and again as I ran my fingers over my clit. Without my hair, my bare skin seemed more sensitive. I was wetter too on the inside, the vibrator sliding in and out of me with ease as I began to cum.

I shook and I shivered and surrendered to the waves racing to my body. It was over as quickly as it had begun, leaving me temporarily sated but far from satisfied.

But it would have to be enough. I cleaned up as much as I could, then threw the rest of my clothing. Still had to race out to make it to my bus stop in time.

Fortunately, I was able to make it to the office without making a scene of myself. I did wonder why Craig hadn't made any response to my text. My phone had been strangely silent ever since I had left home, but I had been unable to check it to see if something might have come through without setting off an alert. Without a seat on the crowded bus, and with having to run to make it to work on time, I could not take the time to pull my device out of my purse.

And once I was in the office, there was no way I could risk taking care of even the tiniest bit of personal business. Everyone was obviously on edge. Jumpy and nervous. One of the interns leaned into my cubicle to whisper, “The ogre is on the warpath.”

A bit of a mixed metaphor, but I got the gist of what she was trying to say.

The boss was not happy. For whatever reason. That usually meant he came down harder, was stricter than usual, with everyone. His assistant and his secretary, both of whom had been with him for more than a year, were pale.

I put my head down and logged onto my computer. I figured I was low enough in the office hierarchy that if I just focused on my work and didn't step out of line, I could manage to escape any particular attention.

Good or bad.

And I thought I'd managed to keep to myself.

Until just before lunch. Then I got the summons to appear in Mr. Danson’s office.

Immediately.

I was led into the room that was nearly as large as all of the lower-level cubicles combined. It took up almost half of the top level of the building.

Mr. Danson sat at his desk, silently staring down at his phone.

His face was set and impassive. He did not speak and despite my nervousness, I was able to distract myself a little by studying him.

Despite the fact that so many at work referred to him as the ogre, there was nothing outwardly monstrous about his appearance. When he was younger he might even have been called handsome, but the years had carved deep lines into his forehead and along the sides of his mouth. His hair was liberally sprinkled with gray, even though I knew he was supposed to be no more than fifteen years older than I was. Which would make him in his early forties, if not younger.

He seemed to be completely consumed by whatever it was he was looking at. Almost as if he had forgotten that I'd been brought to see him at his request.

If I could have gotten away with sneaking out of there, I would have done so. But leaving like that was impossible. There was really only one way in or out.
Might as well get this over with.

I cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“I wanted you to explain something to me.” He slid his phone across the desk, screen facing up. I stepped closer to get a better look.

Instant horror and I wished that the ground would swallow me in an instant.
Because on his phone was the text and the naked photos of myself that I'd thought I had sent to Craig.