Long-Distance Lust

Chapter 1: The Tease of Absence

Amy leaned back in her sleek office chair, the hum of the corporate world buzzing around her at EDS. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that could command a boardroom or a bedroom with equal ferocity. At 30, she was a force—sharp, confident, and unapologetic, with a body that turned heads: big tits that strained against her tailored blouse and a round ass that made even her pencil skirts look sinful. But today, her mind wasn’t on the spreadsheets or the flock of suited men vying for her attention. It was on Ben.

Her phone buzzed on the desk, his name lighting up the screen. A smirk curled her lips as she answered, her voice low and dripping with intent. 'Miss me already, lover boy? I’ve only been gone a week.'

Ben’s chuckle came through, rough and warm, the kind of sound that made her thighs clench even from a city away. 'You know I do, Amy. Can’t stop thinking about that ass of yours. How am I supposed to focus when I’m this hard just hearing your voice?'

She laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, crossing her legs under the desk as a delicious heat pooled between them. 'Poor baby. Should I send you a picture to tide you over, or are you just gonna stroke that cock of yours to the memory of me?'

'A picture would be cruel,' he shot back, his tone teasing but edged with hunger. 'I’d rather have the real thing. When are you back? I’m dying to bury myself in that tight pussy of yours.'

Amy bit her lip, her pulse quickening. The men in the office around her were oblivious, droning on about quarterly reports, while her mind painted vivid images of Ben—his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot on her neck. 'Friday,' she purred, her voice a velvet blade. 'And you better be ready, because I’m not just wet thinking about you, Ben. I’m dripping. I’m gonna ride you so hard you’ll forget your own damn name.'

'Fuck, Amy,' he groaned, and she could almost hear him shifting, restless, horny as hell. 'You’re killing me. I’m sweating just picturing you on top of me, those tits bouncing while you take what you want.'

She grinned, leaning forward, her voice dropping even lower. 'Oh, I always take what I want. And trust me, I want you panting under me, begging for more. Maybe I’ll even let you have a taste first—see how long you last before you cum.'

The line went quiet for a beat, charged with tension, before Ben rasped, 'Friday can’t come soon enough. I’m gonna give you the kind of blowjob that makes you scream, then flip you over and—'

A knock at her office door snapped her back to reality, her assistant’s voice cutting through the haze of lust. Amy straightened, her smirk never faltering as she murmured into the phone, 'Hold that thought, stud. Work calls. But keep that cock hard for me.'

She hung up, her body thrumming with anticipation, already counting the hours until she could board that plane. Friday night loomed like a promise—an explosive collision of bodies and desire, where she’d claim every inch of him, leaving them both breathless and spent. But for now, she’d let the tension build, a slow burn that would ignite the moment she walked through his door.