Thread: A lunchtime tryst (SithMistress and Erotica Maxima)

Erotica Maxima Character Information Name Brianna Fairchild Age 27 Height 5 ft. 9 in or 175 cm Weight 63.5 kg or 140 pounds Hair Color Coppery red, thick and naturally curly, hangs down to mid back when straight or wet. Eye Color Emerald Green Measurements 40-28-36 in or 101-71-91 cm Dress Size 10 US or 44 EU Bra Size 40E Picture Brianna The strident buzzing of her alarm clock jolted Brianna from a deep sleep. She had been having the most wonderful dream, involving her ex-girlfriend, and was interrupted just as the two were beginning to have sex. Groggily, she reached over and flailed at her nightstand for a few moments before her fingers found the snooze button and silenced the alarm. Blanket pulled over her head as a defense against the sunlight streaming into her bedroom, Brianna moaned softly and in protest. A few minutes later, the alarm began buzzing again. Brianna peeked her head out of her blanket and bolted upright at the time displayed. Shit! I'm gonna be late! she cried as she jumped out of bed. Having grown accustomed to sleeping in the nude, I Brianna ran into the bathroom and started the shower, allowing the water a chance to heat up. Her work clothes were laid out on her dresser the night before. Almost as if she'd known ahead of time she'd sleep late. Brianna took as quick a shower as she could, while still being thorough about it. She was a bit anal retentive about her hygiene and preferred a much longer shower. Had she risen earlier, she could have obliged herself. As it was, she barely had time to apply her makeup, get dressed in her work clothes and bolt out the door. As usual, traffic was heavy on the drive to her job. An accident between a semi and an empty city bus had traffic backed up for several miles and moving at a snail's pace. As she did every morning around this time, Brianna began considering getting a new job or new transportation. Seeing the occasional dragon rider fly over, she grew envious of their relative quickness. However, dragons were expensive, and that didn't count the cost of upkeep and feeding. These thoughts persisted as Brianna passed the accident, the occasional swear word uttered at the preceeding cars and their tendency to rubber neck. However, even she couldn't resist taking a good long glance at the mangled wreckage as she passed. The rest of the drive went by smoothly and quickly, Brianna pulling into the parking garage a few minutes before her shift was scheduled to start. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she walked to the elevator. 2 of her coworkers were already waiting for the elevator when she joined them. Unlike Brianna, who was dressed fairly conservatively in a button down blouse and skirt, her coworkers wore very little in the way of concealing clothing. Not that Brianna's clothing was concealing, given that her blouse was made of a sheer material and she was wearing a shelf bra that accentuated her breasts while displaying them rather prominently. The skirt she was wearing was only marginally considered a skirt, just barely covering her toned and shapely behind. The black garters holding up her lace-trimmed, thigh-high stockings were clearly visible. And, if she bent over, her thong panties would also be clearly visible. However, as much as Brianna was displaying, her coworkers were displaying more, in a less discrete fashion. At one point in history, Brianna knew people would have been uncomfortable with such blatant displays. However, societies evolve and, as time passed, sex and the human body were now seen as things to be cherished and celebrated, not hidden and decried. Indeed, to see a couple entwined in the park or in a department store having rather passionate sex was so commonplace that it no longer drew attention. Gone were the days of censorship and the puritanical prudes who enforced or lauded such laws. The elevator doors opened onto the 15th floor and Brianna stepped out, walking to her office. Though, to call it an office was a joke. It was nothing more than a cubicle set among a sea of identical looking cubicles. Sitting down at her desk, she logged into her computer and began her day at work. Time seemed fluid at work, with some hours flying by and others dragging slowly by. Processing magical insurance claims sounded like a lot of fun. Until one realizes what the reality of such a job entails. Endless forms, pointless meetings and asinine small talk among coworkers Brianna wouldn't be caught dead spending her free time with. It was slowly driving Brianna mad. As lunch approached, Brianna looked forward to getting out of the office. If only for an hour or so. The repetitive job and droning noise of the office always seemed to catch up to Brianna around lunch time. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had lunch in the office cafeteria, preferring to go out and eat at the various restaurants dotted around the downtown area. On her way out the door, Brianna bumped into one of her coworkers. She couldn't remember the woman's name to save her life, but that didn't really matter. Brianna had a crush on the woman and enjoyed being in her presence. When the woman asked where Brianna was going to eat, she smiled. I'm going to that coffee shop a few blocks down the road. They make a killer sandwich, and their coffee is first rate. If you're not busy, you should join me. I'd welcome the company. The shop is kind of empty this time of day. Not a lot of people looking for lunch at a coffee shop.