Page 13 of Love on the Line

“What woman in this day and age doesn’t owna vibrator?” Jen had asked.

AJ began to rethink that decisionimmediately.

As her legs weakened, she braced a handagainst the shower wall while she continued to stroke herself. So close. Shecould feel her insides tightening, and her hips began to thrust back and forthas she raced to the finish line.

She couldn’t help the cry that shatteredthe silence as her climax barreled through her. Her rubbing didn’t stop as shepressed even harder against her clit, enjoying every pulse exploding from thattiny, sensitive bundle of nerves.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede,AJ leaned against the shower wall, panting. She couldn’t believe the fiercenessof her orgasm, brought on by her own hand and the explicit thoughts involving afaceless stranger.

“Oh my,” she said and sighed. Wantingnothing more than to remain right where she was and let the high run throughher, she forced herself to move. Her movements were sluggish as she shampooedher hair and washed, tingles still present as she moved over parts of her body.

“Sheesh, one orgasm and I’m ready to meltinto a puddle of goo.”

After a final rinse, AJ shut off the waterand stepped out to wrap herself in a towel. She stared at her reflection,noticing even in her post-climax haze, her light blue eyes appearing brighter,clearer. She was more focused as her short-term objectives lined up in hermind. Realizing she had literally turned a corner toward happier days, shesmiled at herself, pleased to see the old AJ reemerging.

She giggled at herself, also realizingshe’d just had the best orgasm in years.

AJ dropped the towel and applied herfavorite lotion to her body, loving the tangerine scent. As she stood in herbathroom naked, she took the time to dry her waist-length hair, the blondetresses shining. Since she had plans to work from home and not leave the house,makeup wasn’t necessary, so she padded to the bedroom and dressed. She pulledout simple cotton underwear and bra, then chose a well-worn vintage t-shirt andCapri leggings.

AJ made her way back downstairs to thekitchen to get some nourishment. She pulled up her Pandora station on her phonebefore setting out to make a monster bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich withavocado. Humming along to the latest country tune, she made quick work of hertask, adding a glass of chocolate milk to her meal. Once finished and thekitchen cleaned, she realized the miniscule amount of food and drink she had onhand. So before she dove into her project, she figured a quick trip to thestore was in order. Deciding her attire was presentable—not pajamas like toomany wore these days to the supermarket—she donned some socks and shoes. Stillnot bothering with any makeup, she placed her phone in her bag, grabbed herkeys, and set out.

Nearly two hours later, AJ was back athome with plenty of groceries which included her favorite cocoa-roasted almondsshe began snacking on immediately. As she settled at her computer, she pulledup the latest project she was asked to consult on, given the client hadrequested her. Said client was meticulously selective, as AJ had learned earlyon when they demanded re-dos because the initial proposals weren’t good enough.So, she was sure to always mock up at least four to five alternatives, knowingone would inevitably be selected.

AJ loved the challenge of bringingsomething to life that would be viewed by many, something that could ultimatelyinfluence whether a person purchased a particular item or called a particularcompany for their services. It never got old to see her work unleashed in thewild, so to speak.

She had been engrossed in her work and notpaying attention to the time, so when her stomach growled, she saw it wasmidafternoon and she had missed lunch. AJ glanced at her phone she had placedon “silent” and also saw she had missed several texts. Three were from Jen,asking about getting together again tonight for drinks. Two were from anunknown number. Her curiosity had her looking at the unknown number first, andquickly realized they were from Mathias. AJ hadn’t thought to set him up as acontact after their talk last night.

She read his texts that were thirtyminutes apart:

Juston my lunch break and couldn’t wait until tonight to contact you. How’s yourMonday so far?

Guessyou’re busy. Or else already tired of me. ;)stillhoping we’ll talk this evening. Enjoy the rest of your day.

AJ snickered. “Aww, what a sweetie, and sopolite even in texts.”

She rapidly fired off texts, unsure ifhe’d check his phone during work hours, or if he’d get them later.

SorryI missed your texts. Engrossed in project. Still looking forward to talkingthis evening.

Before AJ could even begin to answer Jen’stexts, her phone showed a message from Mathias.

Hadme worried that I scared you off. Glad you’re still willing to give me achance. Hope project is going well.

AJ responded back: I don’t scare easily ;) Project coming along nicely.

Another message from him quickly camethrough, but AJ answered Jen first. She let her know that she couldn’t meet upfor drinks due to another commitment. She omitted the fact that it involvedmore conversation with the stranger from the previous night. She couldn’t saywhy, but she wasn’t quite ready to divulge that bit of information. Of course,Jen could be excited about the prospect, given she’s the one who practicallyforced last night’s call on her in the first place, with the idea of AJ meetingsomeone new.

Jen wanted to know why AJ couldn’t meet,and began a long tirade AJ now ignored in favor of texting with Mathias.

So then, you’d be up for an excursion to ahaunted house come Halloween?Mathias had asked.

“Mmm,” AJmurmured before answering back. Halloween was two months away, so he obviouslythought they’d be together or still in contact.

AJ:Wishful thinking or self-assured? ;)

Mathias:A bit of both…?

AJ chuckled aloud.

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