Jade slipped her dripping fingers from her body with a broad smile on her face. She didn't always have the time or inclination to read the stories published on the website, but she felt it had been her best decision of the day.
Enjoying the embers of a fire of climax, she felt driven to thank the story's author for making her evening.
'Thank you for sharing. Lovely.' Jade typed into the comment box beneath the story.
Henry saw a comment had been left on his story a few moments after Jade had posted it. He typed a message of thanks and expressed his pleasure at knowing the user had liked what she had read.
Henry often checked the profiles of those who had responded to his stories, and he noted that Jade was quite an active member of the site. He found what she had to say about herself on her profile interesting too. interesting until he stopped reading suddenly.
It was the phrases Jade had used, the hints at her life beyond a love of erotica, and the teasing picture of her standing naked with her back to the camera showing her skin tone.
Henry's thoughts spun into the past, to a very different time in his life. He recalled exchanging messages with a woman for escapist harmless fun on another website five years earlier. He remembered how she had told him about fingering herself to climax in response to his erotic messages. He recalled a picture identical to the one he had viewed a moment earlier, which the woman called Jade had displayed on her profile too.
Henry remembered how he and Jade had talked dirty in their messages and loved it. He also recalled the day he had discovered they worked for the same employer in the real world. His thoughts were filled with the day he had visited the office she worked in and how his secret trip on a day off had made every fantasy he had of fucking her from behind over her desk seem so wonderfully detailed thereafter. He had fucked her and been fucked by her in their heads. They had done so in every way imaginable. This was true even though they knew fantasy was all it would ever be.
Henry made a veiled reference to the past in his message to Jade.
'A thank you from a past filled with shared giggles and something else we had in common years ago,' he typed.
It was the end of the day before Jade could log onto the website; Henry's message needed no further explanation.
"CheekyChap1966? Oh my goodness!" Jade said out loud, remembering Henry's screen name of the past instantly and how they had chatted erotically until a new man had come into her life.
Jade remembered how this disastrous short-term relationship had crushed her confidence. She recalled, too, how she had considered seeking solace through Henry's harmless fun but had decided he deserved better than just being an emotional crutch.
'We need to take this somewhere more private,' Henry typed, and Jade sent him a personal message saying she agreed.
Henry was soon telling Jade how his life had changed dramatically since they had enjoyed their erotic escapism. He explained how his brain surgery had left him needing to retire from work and how his storytelling was the most fun part of keeping whatever still functioned busy.
Jade was delighted to discover Henry had retained his ability to be creative, despite his setback.
' I have first-hand experience of the joy your imagination can bring, with the help of my well-placed fingers,' Jade typed.
Henry decided honesty was his only viable option if he and Jade were going to seize the opportunity fate had offered them. It was part of his personality that, like his creativity, had survived his brain injury unaltered.
'I went to your office to put a face to the name of the woman who made me feel so horny, but I never got the chance to confess, as you disappeared from the site. I placed you in many of my fantasies for a while, and that's not something I'd ever want to have happened without you knowing.' Henry typed.
Jade remembered how honest Henry had always been with his mischief-making previously and did not doubt he would have told her about his visit to the office had she not disappeared from the website.
'You would have fucked me over an office desk and explained everything about me beautifully in your messages, Henry, I'm sure,' Jade said in her next message.
'I'm beginning to think I should do just that the next time it suits Jade,' Henry typed with a giggle of devilish mischief.
'I'm running the office now as a deputy manager. Those late evenings wading through emails and then waiting for the taxi home to show up can make me very tense. Maybe I need to find a way to relax, Henry?' Jade replied.
Jade completed her message with her mobile number, asking Henry to send his to her and advising him to keep the following evening free if he could.
Jade's message left Henry in no doubt about the story he needed to put together. In a sense, it wasn't like writing a story at all, just putting Jade's fantasies of office desks into words for her.
Henry always made an effort to make his stories as good as his concentration and cognitive impairments allowed. It was a way for him to show what he could do, not focus on his inabilities elsewhere. It was his place to be himself in the hope others might get pleasure from it. He thought. He wrote, He pictured Jade in his mind. He did what he set out to achieve.
The following day, Jade made sure she finished what was outstanding earlier than usual. She often left the office very late when deputising, but tonight, the time of any departure in the darkness of the night would be of her own choosing.
"You're making me horny already, Henry, and you've not even spoken yet," Jade said out loud as she sat alone in her office inside the otherwise empty building.
Henry answered Jade's call instantly, and he discovered his audience was impatient for the performance to begin. Jade explained she was in her underwear, bent over the office desk in darkness, and that she needed some special words to unlock the tension inside her body.
Henry began to tell his story.
"The darkness was in contrast with the bright smile that lit up Jade's face as she heard him set the scene. He stood beside her and talked about their anticipation and his desire to make her feel special. He stood behind her as her body lay flat and her legs were spread at the edge of the table.
There was silence in the building, the sound of breathing and giggles of mischief the only exception. He placed his hands on her shoulders. He was naked, and she could feel his hardness against her buttocks inside her knickers that were already wet with her juices of anticipation." Henry said
"You're not wrong there," Jade replied with a smile.
Henry spoke of fingertips easing onto Jade's shoulders, upper back, and arms and circling gently and timelessly. Jade felt every touch she heard about, and her body reacted as if it were reality. It felt special already.
Jade listened to Henry's account of the massage slipping onto her lower back and buttocks and of kisses landing on her upper body. Jade felt every movement she heard about and sent soft sounds of arousal around the office. She had submitted totally to wherever Henry's story led her.
Henry explained that the fingertips caressing her buttocks were in no mood to move from them, and he spoke of Jade's body being immersed in pleasure. Everything had the perfect pace and intensity, and Jade had nothing except pleasure on her mind.
"You are here with me, Henry," Jade whispered.
Henry allowed Jade to savour the touch over her buttocks with a pause in his reading. It was just how Jade would have done things had she been reading a story she hoped would excite her to climax.
"With a careful touch, Henry sank to his knees to slip his fingers between Jade's legs and ease them gently inside her. Jade let out a sweet sound of delight as his touch eased into her, and she felt a charge of arousal gathering inside.
Henry lifted his fingers from inside her body, bending as she turned her head so that they could taste her excitement from his fingers together. It was a shared moment of erotic bliss." Henry explained.
Jade could not let what she had heard pass without comment.
"I can feel us tasting together and see it so clearly. I'm so turned on. Fuck me over this desk, Henry. I want to hear you come as you slam into me." Jade said breathlessly.
Jade took her vibrator from the desk she was bent over and slid it into her body with a deep moan. Henry paused, after which he described the pulsating hardness she craved slipping between Jade's buttocks and beginning to thrust inside her.
"Get yourself ready, Henry," Jade said with excitement.
Jade could hear Henry's pleasure as he began to stroke, the erotic sound of fingertips swimming inside Jade's wet mound, meaning it wouldn't take long for Henry to reach orgasm at all.
Jade thrust her fingers as she squirmed and moaned, and Henry groaned as his strokes took him to the edge.
A furious finale saw Jade and Henry plunging and pulling wildly, their synchronised sounds of climax shattering around each location.
Henry's body jerked as his flow fired from his cock to the sound of a scream from Jade as her body exploded in an electrifying fashion. He groaned. She cried out. Their moment was shared beautifully.
The sound and feeling of Henry's orgasmic finale intensified Jade's climax as she writhed, twitched, and cried out. The intensity was beyond words, but the sensations were what mattered, and they repeatedly crashed around a pair of bodies over which all efforts to exercise control had been abandoned.
Jade was no stranger to bringing herself to climax, with or without outside help, but this experience was so much more intense than any other she had enjoyed physically alone. Henry experienced a similarly noteworthy arousal and release too.
Henry and Jade spent time laughing together on the telephone, talking about the joy of what they had just shared. They had re-established contact, which meant they could enjoy whatever they liked whenever they wanted to, although their needs would have to coincide again for that to ever happen.