Her Sexy Conference Call — Part I
By: Cm Jaxon
Tags: Creative Writing, Erotica, Erotic Romance, Adultery, Fiction Writing

AN EROTIC SHORT STORY

Her Sexy Conference Call — Part I

Calls with the boss will never be the same

Photo by Matthew Fournier on Unsplash

Office romance is another victim of COVID. A playground for the happily single looking for opportunity. An oasis for the unhappily married looking for adventure. Most driven to near extinction due to mandates to work from home. Except for the most adventurous and amorous. For Erica, it was no different.

Her meetings now were either conference calls or video. Even though life at home was, for the most part, pleasant. She still longed for some hot passion and excitement. Her husband, a retired teacher, was a sweet and devoted family man. College sweethearts from Atlanta A&T, they married young.

Together for 25 years with four kids, they settled into a comfortable suburban life. Sex was adequate but limited due to a full house and lack of privacy. Erica, a senior distribution manager, still craved some lustful adventure. But playing the role of the dutiful wife and mother seemed to suspend that. This all changed when she met Maxwell, a young artist.

A Bohemian, he moved around finding inspiration for his art through the people he met. A painter by trade, his sexy vibe drew people in.

They met when her firm commissioned him for a mural project for their entryway. Their relationship started as small talk on the way into work. Then progressed to a little flirting, before everything came to a crashing halt as the government imposed Covid lockdowns.

Being stuck at home started to irritate her. Cabin fever had settled in when she was happily surprised to find Maxwell through a mutual online connection. Lurking around his profile, she watched his videos and saw the pictures of his latest projects. Intrigued, and a little more than interested, Erica sent him a private message.

Maxwell’s sexual energy made her pussy throb. She wasn’t new to the hunt, but it had been a while.

Her last affair ended a few years prior. Her lover wanted more, but she couldn’t give it to him without risking everything. They parted ways, cutting off all contact. After that she’d settled into her suburban life and kept a low profile, but Maxwell’s social media reminded her of what she was missing.

From his videos and posts, she knew he would could and match her high sexual drive, and she wanted more.

Her private message soon turned to text discussions about his art and vision. They poked at each other to see how far each was willing to go, graduating to highly charged sexts not long after. Their online conversations excited her. They broke up her mundane routine of conference calls and suburban domestic life and gave her something to look forward to.

Max - what are you wearing.

Erica - Nothing

Max - Oh yeah, let me see.

Erica - LOL sure in person, if you are a good boy.

Max - Then let’s do it, let me see you. Come to my studio so I can make you cum in my studio.

Erica took Maxwell up on his offer.

Wanting to see if his fucking matched his wordplay, she was up for it. It wasn’t hard to get away for a couple of hours. Erica could get some work done in the office, which was an hour’s drive from home.

Although her husband would take the kids out to run the odd errand he limited their adventures as much as he could. Having asthma, he fell into the compromised category of Covid risk so stayed close to home. He was pretty strict on “decontamination” when entering the house to reduce contact and possible spread, but he didn’t stop her from leaving.

Even though she went to the office, Erica still took meetings via teleconference or video. She decided the best time to see Maxwell was the same day as her staff update meeting with her boss.

Arrived at Maxwell’s studio, it wasn’t what she expected — a single one-story house in a neighborhood outside of the city. Walking in, it was the complete opposite of what the exterior suggested.

Samples of his artwork hung on the walls. Framed newspaper clippings of his accomplishments accented the place. Max was accomplished yet modest. He didn’t brag about his achievements, but they were many. She admired his creations as he took her on tour.

“Do you live here?” She asked, impressed with the design of the building.

“Nah, my condo is across town. This is purely for work. It helps me focus.”

“Ah…good idea. Keeping work separate from home.”

“Yep,” he smiled, admiring her outfit. “In my first year, I couldn’t separate home from work, so did this. ”

“How long have you been painting?” She asked.

“Since I was thirteen, and professionally for the last five years.”

Looking at her watch, “hey, I have a conference call, I can’t miss. Is there somewhere I can set up?”

“Sure sexy, no problem, would you like to take in the sitting area or the bedroom?”

“You have a bedroom?” Looking surprised.

“Ya, sometimes I work till two in the morning, and if I am too tired to drive I crash here.”

Leading her to the bedroom, she wasn’t surprised to see it was well decorated with more of his art, but the king-size canopy bed catch her eye.

Standing eye to eye, he leaned for a kiss without warning. She melted.

Her legs grew weak as he walked her back and lay her down on the bed. His lips soft and hands calloused from work, explored her.

Erica’s pussy exploded in wetness as she felt his throbbing cock through his jeans as he pressed himself against her pelvis.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered.