A wave of emotion shot over her, sadness at how insignificant she’d let herself become, and she blinked rapidly, tears forming. Did men like this PeepingTom really exist? Well, no, because he was just pixels on a fucking computer screen. It could all be bullshit. Just words. He could be married for all she knew.
She replied to a couple of work instant messages, then sneaked her attention back to her phone guiltily, clicking on his responses to her dares.
Private dare — As of the moment you responded to my dares, you became my fantasy. So my fantasy involves you lying on the softest bed, naked, after I’ve just given you a back massage. I help you turn over and I blow minty coolness onto your skin, following my path with a feather. I see your skin pucker and prickle in response to me, and you giggle softly. I kiss your fingertips, your wrists, your neck, then down your chest, nuzzling your breasts with my nose. I lick one nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking hard, pushing your belly down with the palm of my hand as you rise up. I’ll tell you how beautiful you taste as I repeat on the other side, then progress down, kissing your soft core as I go.
Holy fuck-a-doodles! Rachel felt the blush rise over her, felt her nipples standing to attention, felt the wetness gush down to her pussy. She couldn’t sit here and read this in the office! She made a beeline for the ladies toilet, locking herself in the far cubicle and re-reading the first part before continuing, her hand dipping up under her work skirt and into her knickers as she read.
I’ll gently prise your legs apart, not that they’ll need much encouragement, and I’ll settle between them, inhaling your scent and gazing at the wonder laid out in front of me. I’ll dip and plunge my tongue straight up into your sweet, sweet, pussy, then lick forward to your swollen needy clit. I’ll repeat my action swirling around, edging you nearer and nearer until you can’t take any more and pull my hair, demanding that I make you come. I’ll add my thumb to your clit and fuck you with my tongue. When you finally explode into my mouth, I’ll lap up every drop of juice you give me, before sitting up and ramming my cock into your pussy, watching me disappear into you, and demanding that your gorgeous pussy comes for me again. You’ll tell me you can’t, you’ll beg me to stop, but you’re not saying our safe word so I know you’ve got a bit more in you, you bad girl. I pound into you, my thumb still on that tender nub of yours and I’ll keep going until you come again, your pussy clenching around my cock, milking me until you suck the cum from deep inside me, dragging it out through my balls and cock, and I roar my release into you. Finally sated, we collapse down together, in a happy, smiling, sweaty mess.
She shut her eyes tight, to the point of them hurting and rubbed her clit faster, his words painting a picture in her mind. She came hard as her orgasm hit and rose onto her tiptoes, biting her bottom lip to try and contain her moans. Fucking hell, wanking in the toilets, like a horny teenager? She chided herself as she grabbed a handful of tissue to clean up, but she shrugged her negative mum-self off with a grin. So what if I did? Hopefully his next replies wouldn’t be as full-on. She needed a few minutes to catch her breath and let the redness subside from her cheeks.
Public dare — My random act of kindness? Why, I donned my superhero costume, saved the planet from an asteroid, put out a bush fire and apprehended two baddies holding up a bank, all before I ate my Weetabix this morning. No? Oh, okay then. My RAOK was on a much smaller scale but I hope the impact was felt. My neighbour is disabled, but I buy him a coffee a couple of times a week, and this morning I added a Danish pastry to his order. He hates them, but hopefully he’ll give it to his carer which will go some way to making up for being the moody bastard he is each morning. No? Oh, okay. You win. I made the Danish pastry bit up (the coffee bit is true btw, I’m hoping it wins me extra brownie points). No, what I actually did was help a woman off the bus with her pushchair and two kids, then shove a tenner into her hand. Think I might have scared her a bit, but she couldn’t speak much English so I made a quick getaway before the police were called. I also registered to be a blood donor in a few weeks if you need more persuading of my kindness.
Personal dare — Ah, that’s easy, the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Unfortunately I am not, to the best of my knowledge, a handsome prince that has been cursed.
Nope, phew. These were fairly straight-forward. He had an intelligence about him, the self-deprecation, the humour, the language he used in his fantasy, his respect for the female form, it all appealed to her. Either he was genuine, or she was going to end up one of those sob stories in the national press about how she was duped out of all of her life-savings to help a stranger she’d never met.
His earlier comment about wanting to do more dares lodged in her head. Look at what she’d achieved in one weekend through interacting with him, and she liked that it was her doing things, rather than being done to. Maybe never meeting wasn’t such a bad thing, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep thinking of dares for him; she had too much ‘real life’ things to do. Perhaps he’d be happy to keep issuing the dares and she’d respond to those she was happy to do?
Something to ask him later, but for now, it was time to get ready for lunch.
***
James was waiting for her at the entrance to the staff restaurant, and her stomach fluttered a little when she saw him. What the fuck? She’d just been masturbating over some guy’s words and now she was getting turned on by colleagues she liked but just hadn’t seen in that way before this weekend. She shook her head. I don’t even know if he’s married, attached, or interested, or what!
He insisted on paying for her sandwich so she announced she’d buy next time and they found a table away from the main crowd, James pulling the seat out for her before taking his own. He passed her lunchtimes items over to her and their fingers touched briefly, Rachel shooting her eyes up to meeting his, before smiling and busying herself with opening her sandwich pack.
They stuck to safe ground chatting about colleagues and current workloads, James moaning that he had a huge project just kicking off and no extra resource so he was stuck working through the research phase on his own because ‘I like to be thorough!’
Rachel shifted uneasily on her seat, the phrase echoing around her head. PeepingTom had said that. It didn’t mean anything though, lots of people said it. I’m just being hyper-aware of everything today, like coming back to life after a period of slumber.
“Hey, are you okay?” James asked concerned.
She smiled and shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, “Yes, sorry. My mind’s just jumping all over the place at the minute.”
He nodded, “You’ve got a lot on, I understand. If you need to get back…?”
She stared at his hands, thinking about the thumbs PeepingTom spoke of putting on her clit while he ate her out. What would James’s thumbs feel like on me? Shit, I’m getting a hot flush again. She forced a smile, “No. No, sorry. I’m enjoying being here with you, I feel like I don’t know you too well, yet you’ve supported me several times, now I think back. You’re a genuinely good guy and I hope you’ve been snapped up by a woman, or man, who truly appreciates you.” There, that was fishing for info without being too obvious, wasn’t it? She held a breath, eager to see what his reply would be.
His eyes dipped a little, the first sign of vulnerability he’d shown, which made that stomach flutter come back, damn it. “In the past, yes, and now and again, but right now, no. But I do try to encourage others where I can, challenge them to stretch themselves. I even tried a random act of kindness this morning but it nearly backfired.”
No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He could not be PeepingTom. Just fucking no! “Wha-what happened?” Rachel coughed the words out.
“Oh, I was dared to do one by a…friend, and I tried to help a woman and her kids off the bus. Gave her some money and she looked like she was about to scream her head off so I legged it.” He shrugged.
Rachel gripped the table for support and rose to her feet. “Sorry, I need…to go,” she said faintly, grabbing her phone and walking away quickly.