Remote Intimacy
S. Wolf
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Copyright 2010 S. Wolf
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Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction.
Author’s note: This story was originally written for the Erotic Stories and Toys writing contest. Because of their size limitations, I had to remove scenes from the story and pare down the wording. In February of 2011, I replaced that shortened version with the one you see now, which has the removed scenes added back in, more descriptive phrasing, and a completely rewritten sex scene at the end. I hope the additions make it more engaging.
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Rachel sat down on her friend’s desk, holding her hand behind her back and wearing a Cheshire grin on her face. Lori, in the middle of typing a sentence, glanced up and stopped.
“Don’t tell me,” said the girl, smiling up at her friend, “You got another one?”
Rachel pulled her hand from behind her back, waving a folded piece of fancy stationery.
Lori emitted a quiet squeal and reached for it, “Lemme see!”
Rachel pulled it back slightly, out of her friend’s reach. “Hey, this is private. Just for me.”
Lori stared at her, giving her a stern look. “Let me see it now and no one gets hurt.”
Rachel laughed, and Lori joined her. She held the paper out and Lori snatched it quickly from her hand, unfolding it and beginning to read. Rachel leaned down so that she was looking over her friend’s shoulder, and read it along with her.
My Dearest Rachel,
I am writing this in my bed, exhausted from pleasure. I touched myself while thinking of you, imagining I was sliding my hand up underneath that short black skirt you wore today. In my imagination, you weren’t wearing panties, and my fingers found your pussy very wet from your excitement. Your clit was hard as I circled it with my fingers. Pulling my hand back out, I licked your juices from one finger, and then offered the other to you, which you sucked clean.
Tomorrow is going to be a special day for us. You will be receiving a gift from me, which may reveal my identity to you.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Lori finished reading and held the letter to her chest. “Oh my god, that is so hot.”
“It is, isn’t it?” replied Rachel. The letters had started three months ago, when she had first discovered a folded piece of paper in her side drawer one morning. The first one had been non-sexual, talking about how beautiful the writer thought Rachel was.
But over the weeks, the writer became bolder, talking about Rachel’s body and what they wanted to do to her. One day, a few weeks after the first letter, the writer asked her to confirm that she was enjoying these messages. The letter told her she could show her appreciation by wearing something red the next day. If she didn’t, the letter-writer would know she wasn’t interested and would stop. That day, on their lunch hour, Rachel and Lori went out shopping and bought a red scarf.
Recently, Rachel had got in the habit of reaching into her nightstand table when she went to bed, and pulling out her trusty vibrator. She would lie there with her eyes closed and legs spread, the cock-shaped plastic humming between her legs, and fantasies in her mind. Each night she would think about a different person from the office and imagine it was them between her legs. When her orgasm came, her pussy would grip the artificial shaft in pulsating spasms, and she would cry out loudly to the empty room.
“So, you still have no clue who this is?” asked her friend. Lori had been her confidant in this little game, and together they had tried to figure out the clues. In the past months, almost everyone in the company had come under their scrutiny, even the women.
Lori was one of the few people who Rachel had told about her ‘curious stage’ she went through when she was younger, when she had experimented by sleeping with a few women. She hadn’t done anything about this curiosity lately, but sometimes when she met a beautiful woman, memories would flash through her mind and she would wonder what it would be like to try it again.
“No,” replied Rachel, “and I’m going nuts thinking about it. At least my sex life has improved because of it, even though it’s just with myself.”
Lori laughed. Rachel felt comfortable talking to her. They had become fast friends when they both joined the firm three years ago. They were alike, but different, same height and general build, but where Rachel’s hair was a lovely shade of red and worn past her shoulders, Lori’s was dark black and shorter. Rachel was a former cheerleader, and Lori had been captain of her drill team. They both had the same luck with men, seeming to attract the ones who were only interested in sexual flings and nothing long term. When one of them would occasionally spend the night with a guy, the next day would be spent telling the other all about it in glorious detail. So Rachel had no problem telling Lori about her recent addiction to her vibrator, and her friend listened with a sympathetic ear.
“The writer hinted they’re ready to reveal themselves,” Lori said, “are you ready for that?”
“I think so,” Rachel replied, “but perhaps the fantasy will be better than the reality?”
Lori shrugged. “Could be,” but then added with a smile, “or, you just might replace your vibrator with some warm human flesh.”
Rachel laughed, knowing her friend was right.
A few hours later, Rachel was concentrating on a problem when a familiar face appeared at the door to her office. Brett Calder was one of the senior partners of their law firm, but he was anything but senior. Only forty-two years old, he was the youngest partner in the firm. An ex-college quarterback, he lost his shot at the pros when he blew out his knee in the Rose Bowl. Luckily, he had been paying attention in class, and graduated with a law degree. Focusing on his law career like he used to focus on defenses, he rose to the top quickly, and everyone assumed he would be leaving soon to head his own firm.
With his sandy blond hair and boyish good looks, Rachel always enjoyed when he stopped by her office. And it seemed that lately he had been stopping by more often. A few months ago, he had asked her to finish a report for him, and she had done such a good job, she was now the one he came to all the time when he needed something done well. He had even got in the habit of sitting in her office for a while when he did stop by, and chat about things other than work.
This is how she knew he was divorced – five years now – and he was showing signs he was ready to be involved in a relationship again. Sometimes she caught him glancing at her legs as they sat together and talked, and she smiled inwardly, flattered that such a man would think she was attractive. She would tell herself that the fourteen year difference in their ages didn’t matter, and sometimes when she was in her bed late at night, she wondered what kind of lover he was.
“Rachel,” he said, “got a minute?”
“Sure Brett,” she replied. She felt strange calling him that, but after a few ‘Mr. Calders’, he asked – and then demanded – that she call him by his first name.
“I was wondering if you could take a look at this,” he said, placing a folder on her desk. “Made the mistake of giving it to Winters downstairs, and it’s just not up to your standards.”
Rachel opened the folder and took a quick glance. She immediately saw what was wrong with it, and said, “No problem. I’ll have it back on your desk tomorrow morning.”
Brett smiled at her. “Thanks Rachel. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Switching gears, he then added, “You coming to the office party tomorrow night?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” she said.
“Then I’d like to reserve a space on your dance card.”
She smiled. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He returned her smile, and for one second his eyes dropped down to her full breasts pushing out her blouse, and then they were back on her eyes. If she hadn’t been paying attention, she might have thought she had imagined it. She felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs.
“Thanks again Rachel,” he said, and turned and left.
A few minutes later, Lori stopped by, and Rachel related her experience with Brett, letting her know about his request for a dance. Brett’s name was always near the top of the list when the two of them speculated about who Rachel’s secret admirer was.
“What do you think?” Loir said, “Did he seem like the same person as the letter writer?”
“I’m not sure,” Rachel replied, “but he definitely has an interest in my body.”
“That doesn’t really narrow things down,” said her friend, “any male with a heartbeat is going to have an interest in your body. Probably a good percentage of females too.”
Rachel was laughing when they were interrupted by Robby Walker, the company’s technology guru, who maintained the computer network they all used. Young and naïve, Robby was a recent college graduate who obviously spent more time around computers growing up than he did girls, since he was much more comfortable around the former than the latter.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies,” he said, looking embarrassed, but we’re having a network problem and I have to manually check all the connections for a loose plug.
“No problem,” Rachel said, “what do you need me to do?”
“Um,” he said, “just move out of the way. The connection is under your desk.”
“Oh sorry,” she replied, and rolled her chair back from her desk, remaining seated in it. She waved her hand toward the vacated opening. “It’s all yours.”
Lori looked on with a smile.
Robby pushed his glasses back on his nose, and got a look on his face like he’d rather be alone doing this. Realizing that wasn’t going to happen, he stooped to his knees and crawled into the space.
Rachel tilted her head sideways and watched his ass sticking out from under her desk. She looked at Lori who was smirking at her, and gave her a thumbs-up sign, letting her friend know that she approved of the view.
Robby said something, but it was too muffled to make out.
“Excuse me?” said Rachel, sliding her chair closer to him.
“I said I think I found the culprit,” said Robby, turning to look at her. He found himself staring right between her legs, and he turned away quickly, bumping his head hard on the side of her desk.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and both Rachel and Lori giggled.
He backed out from under the desk, standing and rubbing his head.
“You ok?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah,” he said, still rubbing, “sorry about my language there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rachel said.
“Yeah,” Lori added, “we say fuck all the time.” This caused another round of giggles from the two women.
Robby grinned sheepishly. “As I said, I think I found the problem connection. Yours is loose, probably from you kicking it.”
“Sorry,” Rachel said.
“No, it’s not your fault. It’s in the wrong place. When I replace it, I’ll move it out of the way.” He said this as he was backing out of the door, and when he finished he turned and walked away.
“Bye,” Rachel called after him, but he was out of earshot.
The woman looked at each other. “Think it’s him?” Lori asked.
Rachel shook her head. “I doubt it. He couldn’t even handle getting a glimpse up my skirt. I don’t think he’s the type to be writing fuck letters to strangers.”
“Still waters run deep,” Lori said with a wry smile.
“But not that deep,” said Rachel, and their giggles returned.
Just then, Rachel’s supervisor, Paula Livingston walked by and stuck her head into the room. “Rachel, how’s the Karmin case going?”
“Just finished it. I put it on your desk fifteen minutes ago.
Paula smiled, “Nice work. Mr. Karmin is going to be pleased. What’s next on your agenda?”
“Going over a report for Mr. Calder.”
“When you’re done with that, stop by my office,” said the woman, who was only five years older than Rachel, “I have a new project for you.” She gave Rachel a satisfied smile. She was wearing the latest clothes, as she always did, choosing outfits that showed off her body, but in a classy way. Today she was wearing a gray skirt with a green blouse, opened at the neck just enough to be interesting, but closed just enough to be professional at the same time.
Watching the thirty-something woman smile at her like that, Rachel’s mind flashed back to a few years ago, to another older woman she had worked with. When Rachel was twenty, she had interned at another law firm, and one of the lawyers she worked for was a thirty-five year old woman named Alicia. From the start, Alicia had gone out of her way to help Rachel learn the ropes, and late one Friday evening at the office, Rachel found out why. As she poured over a large law book, Alicia came up behind her and began giving her a neck rub, commenting that she looked tense. Rachel melted in her hands, and found herself at Alicia’s apartment, staying the night. They spent the entire weekend together, most of it in bed, with their fingers and tongues exploring each other’s bodies.
But as Rachel thought about these memories, it wasn’t Alicia she was imagining peeking up from between her legs as her tongue worked its magic. Instead, it was Paula, and Rachel felt a twinge of pleasure as the two images merged together.
“Ok Paula,” Rachel replied, trying to keep her thoughts from showing on her face, “I’ll stop by tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks,” Paula said, and went on her way.
Rachel glanced over at her friend, who was giving her an odd look.
“What?” she asked.
Lori just smiled and said, “You’re a naughty girl.”
Rachel blushed, and replied, “Was I that obvious?”
“Relax,” said her friend, “I don’t think she noticed, if that’s what you’re asking. I just know you well enough to recognize your looks, and a bit of lust definitely made an appearance there.” She was giving Rachel a mischievous grin.
“Think it might be her?” Rachel asked. The two of them had discussed the possibility that Rachel’s secret admirer was a woman, since the letter-writer had never said they were a man, and when they wrote, they always talked about what they wanted to do to Rachel. There were no “I want to watch you suck on my cock” types of messages.
Lori thought about it for a moment. “It’s certainly possible. She definitely likes you, and she’s not married.”
Rachel had another mini-flashback, this time it was her face between spread legs, and her tongue was slowing rolling over a swollen clit. When she looked up, she saw Paula’s face smiling down at her, framed between her naked breasts.
The next morning, Rachel sat on the bus in quiet excitement, wondering what her gift would be. She had even woken up early, thinking about it. Since she was already up, she took an earlier bus, wanting to get to the office as soon as possible. Sitting there in her seat, she felt the vibrations of the road, and she was already getting damp from the mixture of sensation and anticipation.
Reaching work, she hurried down the hall leading to her office and turned the corner, running straight into Robby, who was coming the other way. The force of their collision knocked her off balance, and she felt herself falling. Suddenly a pair of strong arms surrounded her, and she found herself looking up into the eyes of the young man as he held her. He was much stronger than she thought he’d be, and she was surprised to discover she was enjoying his touch on her.
He suddenly realized what he was doing, and quickly pulled her up, helped her steady herself, and then stepped back, looking embarrassed.
“Sorry Rachel, my fault,” he said, a red hue rising in his cheeks.
“No problem Robby,” she replied, “I should have been watching where I was going. But thanks for catching me.” But she was distracted, thinking about how secure she felt in his arms, and thought there might be more to this boy than first glance. Maybe without his glasses and a comb for his hair, he might– the gift!
She remembered what she was rushing for, and said, “Sorry Robby, I have to run,” and turned towards her office.
“Bye Rachel,” she heard faintly as she stepped inside and closed the door.
She turned the small box over in her hand, feeling its weight and jiggling it slightly. There was no note attached, and it was wrapped in plain brown paper. She opened it carefully to expose a colorful box, and a note that dropped to the floor.
Examining the box, the label read ‘Remote Control Vibrating Panty’, and the cover showed a woman wearing the black panties and holding a small white device, which Rachel assumed was the remote control.
She blushed hard and quickly put the box back into her drawer, looking around to make sure no one had seen her holding it through the glass wall of her office. The coast was clear. She then stooped and picked up the note.
It was written on the same stationery, and she unfolded it with shaking fingers.
Dearest Rachel,
By now, you have seen my gift, and I hope it makes you as excited as it made me. If you look inside, you’ll notice that something is missing. I have removed the remote control, and I’ll be holding onto it – for now.
Tonight, you and I are going to play a little game. I want you to wear these panties to the office party, and I’ll be there with the remote. Let’s see if you can guess who I am.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Rachel felt a warm pulsating wetness in her as she re-read the words. Tonight seemed so far away.
“Are you actually going to do it?” Lori said, her eyes wide.
Rachel smiled, and that was all the answer Lori needed. “You slut,” she said, and then grinned. Rachel giggled in response.
“Can I see it?” Lori asked.
“I knew you’d want to,” Rachel said, and held out a small silver shopping bag, which she had found in her desk and put the box into.
Lori discretely opened the bag and peeked inside. “Mm, sexy,” she murmured. Then she looked up at Rachel and said, “It says on the box the range is 15-20 feet. That should help you figure out who it is.”
“I didn’t notice that, but you’re right. That’s going to narrow things down a bit. Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Can you keep an eye out for me? When you get the chance, can you look around and see if anyone looks suspicious?”
Lori gave her a mock salute. “I’m on the case.”
“Smart ass,” Rachel said, but grinned widely at her friend.
Rachel walked into the party, glancing around. So many familiar faces – too many for what she had come here for. It was going to be impossible to figure out who it was.
Their office parties weren’t held at the office, but instead they rented ballrooms in various hotels around the city. This one happened to be smaller than most, and she realized that if her secret admirer stood in the center of the room, the twenty-foot range would cover most of it.
The panties felt good as they hugged her mound, and the weight of the vibrator rubbed lightly against her clit as she walked. She was in a heightened state of sensation already, and that slight movement was causing all kinds of interesting feelings. She was already damp, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the touch or the anticipation.
Noticing Lori in a small group of people, she headed over to her friend. Lori saw her coming and stepped away from the others, meeting Rachel with a smile.
“Well?” she said.
“I’m wearing it,” Rachel replied, feeling a blush in her cheeks.
“Have you felt anything yet?”
“No, other than my pussy tingling just anticipating it.”
Lori grinned. “If I’m going to be your lookout, I’m going to need to know when it’s happening. We need a signal.”
Just then, the panties came alive, and the vibrator hummed on. The sensation jolted through Rachel’s body like a lightning bolt, starting at her clit and sparking outward, causing her body to freeze and her eyes go wide. It only lasted a few seconds, and then was gone.
“Oh my god,” Rachel whispered.
“It just happened?” asked Lori, looking around to see who was close.
“Yes, and it was incredible.”
“Forget what I just said then. We don’t need a signal. Your face will be my signal.” Lori was grinning.
Rachel blushed. “Was it that obvious?”
“Oh yeah.”
Rachel considered for a moment to put an end to this. She worked with these people. She couldn’t go around with an orgasmic look on her face all night. Then the panties came on again, and as the pleasure bolted through her, all thoughts of taking them off were lost.
“Uhhh,” she moaned softly and reached out to hold onto Lori’s arm.
Lori watched her closely and then said, “Maybe you can let me borrow them for a while.”
The vibrating stopped and Rachel giggled. “No way. This is too good.”
“You’re so selfish,” her friend pouted, and then added with a grin, “Go mingle. Let’s see if we can solve this mystery.”
Rachel wandered off, stopping and chatting with various small groups. Whoever was controlling the panties would wait until she was talking with someone before turning them on, forcing her to use all of her willpower not to react. Despite her best efforts, she received several odd stares.
The DJ began playing music, and a few couples made their way to the dance floor. Someone came up behind her and tapped her shoulder. Turning, she saw it was Brett, standing there with a grin on his face, his hands stuffed in his coat pockets.