I got out of bed at 9: a.m. late, late. I took my shower and dressed with a dressy white blouse, a light lacy black sweater, and that necklace that I got Jeremy to buy for me before he left with Robin. At least, I got something before he skived off.

I paired that with my favorite yoga pants and sandals. Thank God for home offices. My Zoom meeting was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. so I had lots of time. I got to the dining room table, where I had my notes and computer setup. This time I wasn’t the moderator, but I still had info to share with the group.

I logged in and I was the third person logged in. We greeted each other, and the rest logged in. My co-host and I started the meeting it was going normally when I thought I heard a noise but decided I’d imagined it. 

When the other attendees were reporting on their progress. I felt someone touch me under the table. 

Who the hell would do that? Ha. It had to be Simon. He loved to tease me and play jokes.

Then, I felt someone, Simon, untie my yoga pants and then insistently tried to pull them off me. I tried to resist, but the other attendees could tell I was doing something. They finally came off completely, and I was bare-ass naked from the waist down.

Okay, Simon, the joke is over.

Then my legs were pulled apart, and I felt a tongue touching me. 

A tongue touching me there; Simon’s going too far this time. I’m going to kill him, that bastard. I never should have given him the key.

I felt his tongue licking me, and then Simon focused on my clit. I tried to think about the other people on the Zoom call and what they’d think if they knew, but that made it worse. When he started sucking on my clit, I could feel my climax approaching closer and closer until I couldn’t stop.

I pulled the power cord and let myself come, and then I heard someone screaming. 

After Simon and I fucked and I neatened myself, I logged back on.

“Sorry, I lost power for a bit,” I typed.