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It was 3:10pm and Laura felt like something was missing... something wasn't right. Had she forgotten something? Was there something urgent on her desk that she needed to do that morning?

Laura looked across the top of her desk and nothing looked out of the ordinary - there wasn't a file or paper out of place. She pushed her chair back away from her desk and stood up, placing her hands on her hips.

Feeling the sensation of her hands on her hips through her wool skirt and silk slip triggered something in her memory and she looked at the clock. The clock read 3:15pm. Laura leaned down across her desk to pick up a paperclip that fell on the floor. In doing so, she felt her breast trace along the surface of her desk. Laura stood up with a jolt - realizing it was 3:15pm and she reached for the telephone; but as soon as her hand touched the receiver, she drew her hand back and stared blankly at the phone.

Laura was in the habit of calling Mike nearly every day at 3pm; she had done so for several months. She was in the middle of her work day and he would just be getting out of bed to start his day as a police officer. Mike and Laura would chat on the telephone for about an hour before he rushed into the shower and then off to work. Laura held her breath and fought back that 'empty' feeling that would creep into her heart when she thought of Mike now.... the affair had ended last month. Well... Laura ended it last month - Mike had actually ended it several weeks prior to that, without bothering to tell her. Laura happened to pull up Mike's personality profile and noticed he had written something like "She owns my heart" on the page.... and then Laura also noticed that a line in another woman's personality profile read "He owns my heart". When she questioned Mike on it, he had nothing to say except the other woman was a "good friend". Laura was wise enough to know that men do not play cute little online games with their profiles - if they have a thing for someone that is important, they will write it. And obviously, Laura was not the important one to Mike.

Laura's hand traced the small indentation along her collar bone, lightly touching her skin until the tiny hairs stood up and made her shiver. Her thoughts somehow drifted back to Mike.

They had met online in a chatroom and immediately hit it off - passing over the cheesy sex pick-up lines and cyber sex... and on to real personal telephone conversations about their lives, their work, and their dreams. Laura and Mike talked about meeting in person, but something always got in the way. They had all the time in the world and didn't fell that there was any urgency to meeting immediately anyhow. Laura rubbed her hands over her breasts now.... making her nipples hard and erect. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair with her head back and remembered how they would play their cat and mouse game of phone sex seduction....
"I want you to rub your clit", he'd tell her and she'd sneak her fingers up under her thong panties and do what he told her. She wasn't a shy girl, but the idea of phone sex had simply made her uncomfortable... it was kinda creepy and taboo... but there was something in his voice that relaxed her and encouraged her to do it. Her fingers traced over the mound of pubic hair and down to the moist area of her pussy lips. She slipped her finger between her shaved lips and onto her wet clit.

"Are you wet, Baby?", he asked. "Yes", she replied. "How wet?", he asked. "Mmmm, very", she moaned.

He would tell her to rub her clit a few times and then would ask her what the scent was like.
"It's kinda sweet and kinda fresh... doesn't really smell like anything specific", she told him. Mike would be stroking his hard cock while he had her on the phone. Laura would never cum from this... but she'd rub her clit anyway, knowing it was turning him on.

She could hear his breathing getting harder now and she knew he would be cumming soon. Mike let out a large breath into the phone receiver and then a deep sigh. "Oh Hon", he moaned, "I'm cumming!"
In her office, Laura tossed her shoulder length hair over the back of her chair as she scrunched down to the edge of the seat. She put her feet up on the edge of her desk, wedging the desk's edge against the 4 inch stiletto heel, lifting her knees high. Her skirt rode up to reveal the tops of her silk stockings and garters. Laura wasn't concerned about her skirt, all she could think about was how badly she wanted Mike to be there. Laura let her fingers reach up her skirt and trace the lace pattern on her panties. She thought about what it would feel like if that were Mike's hand instead. She twirled her tongue in her mouth and thought about what it would be like to have his hard cock between her lips. She pressed harder on her pussy and grabbed it in her hand thinking of what it would have felt like if it were Mike's hands. She pulled her hands through her hair and imagined they were Mike's hands. She tore at her garters - running her hands down her thighs, thinking of Mike. Her imagination so intense that it was almost like he was there with her.

She could reach orgasm at her desk right now if she allowed herself to. But Laura closed her eyes and brought her hands up to her face instead. She collected her things and went home for the day. Mike and she would never be together. He was just a memory on a computer screen now.