The Temp 2: Encore

Chapter 1: The Temp, Her Apartment, Late-Summer

(Before: The Temp heads home to her apartment the night of your seed-spilling incident)

“Oh… hi again.” (She speaks aloud to no one as she fits the key into the lock)

“No, you’re not here, obviously. But sometimes I speak to myself.”

“But I’m talking to you anyway — the same way I talked to you in my head on the walk home, replaying every little moment you probably think—hope—I’ve forgotten from tonight.”

“God, I can still feel the ghost of your breath when you leaned in earlier. All those times too, when I felt your eyes on me, watching me. Worshiping me. My body…”

“I shouldn’t let it affect me like this.
But look at me — I’m already unbuttoning my blouse like I’m answering a question you barely dared to ask.” (She steps into her apartment, locks the door and kicks off her shoes. The door makes a satisfying click)

(She fans herself and plucks at her blouse, the late summer air hits her the moment she’s stepped inside. Warm. Heavy. A little sticky. She plucks eagerly at the buttons)

“God, it’s hot in here…kind of like how the office was tonight… or maybe that was just me.” (She says with a smirk)

(She shrugs out of her blouse as she steps into her bedroom and lets it fall onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers trace their way to the waistline of her skirt. She walks straight towards a full-length floor mirror)

“There I am.”

“Oh, my sweet cubicle companion— I wish you could see this view.
Because I know you’ve imagined it. This moment of…raw vulnerability.
But, you’re not ready for all of this…yet.”

(She toys with the edge of her skirt but doesn’t slide it down yet. She begins to caress her body)

“I’m fuller now.
Rounder.
I own the kind of curves no tailoring can hide anymore.”

(She traces the swell of her waist with her fingertips)

“This wasn’t here in June.” (she murmurs to her reflection — and to you, as she grabs her stomach between thumb and forefinger and gives it a wobble)

(Her belly has softened into more than a gentle curve, the kind that pushes forward just enough to make her skirts cling, with a hint of droopiness that, as of late, has made your eyes run wild when you see her. She unzips the skirt fully and pulls away at the flaps)

“My hips — God, they’re so wide now.
Thicker.
And my thighs…”

(She bites her lip at the sight, as she lets the skirt fall to the floor)

(Hungrily, in bra and underwear, she devours her body with her eyes. Her stance is spread just slightly and she sashays her hips, warm, plush. She feels a slickness gathering at the folds of her sex and touches herself through her underwear as she shifts her legs)

*swish, swish

“They used to barely brush. These thighs. Now they whisper together like they’re sharing secrets” (She touches herself through her underwear, pressing in deeply and she lets out an involuntary moan)

“And my breasts…
You noticed those before I did.
Well, your eyes betrayed you. An admission that something was happening to my body.
Or maybe I always knew, but, through your gaze, you got there before I could admit it to myself.”

(She reaches around and unclasps her bra and shrugs out of it. Faint red marks line her shoulders and around her ribcage where the material, now too constricting, once bit)

(She examines her breasts, large and proud and cups them lightly, watching how they spill between her expanded fingers more than they used to. Her nipples bud instantly at her touch and the slickness between her thighs continues to flow)

(She pinches one breast hard, tweaking the nipple and moans with want) “I wonder what noise you would make if you saw them now.”

(She reaches for her other breast and repeats the ritual and her face contorts: pain and pleasure) “I wonder what expression you’d try so very hard to hide if these hands were yours.”

(Her hands run from her breasts, down along her sides, where creases of fat have formed, sloping down into a wider waist and rounder belly, with deepened navel and fleshy thighs. A dark patch continues to spread at her sex as she glistens. She runs a hand across her sex and gives herself a rewarding pat, feeling the wetness. The scent of her pheromones hits the air and she breathes in deeply; the sensation makes her a little heady with want)

*pat, pat, pat

(She touches herself, sliding a hand under the material of her underwear as she envisions you, right now, the look your face would be making right now, if you could see her, doing this, her fingertips wondering…probing…)

*fap, fap, fap

“Fuck…”

(She begins to rub herself)

*fap, fap, pat, pat, fap, pat…

“F…uck…”

(She bites her lip, and slides out of her underwear, the material makes a straining noise and catches on her fleshy thighs. She’s bare now, completely naked, still flushed, glistening now, from the day, from the evening. From you)

*fap, fap, pat, pat, fap, fap…

(Her legs wobble slightly, she’s eager to self-soothe this evening. After all, you got off, but she didn’t…
She works herself into a frenzy and walk-stumbles towards her bed. She flops down and the mattress groans under her added weight. She rolls onto her back, legs splayed, as her hands work simultaneously between breasts and belly as she revels in her added curves. Curves that you so completely worship.
One finger, then two slides deep within her folds, as she searches for the bundle of nerves she knows so well. There they are.)

*fap, fap, fap

*FAP, FAP, FAP

*FAP! … FAP….FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP…FAPPPPP!< br>
“Oh god…GOD!”

(She cries out as her legs spasm and her breathing becomes ragged. Your name slips from her lips like a swear and ends in a growl as the muscles of her neck grow taught as the orgasm she’s been holding in all evening finally gets to have its release…)

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(Minutes later, slick and dewy from her efforts, the shower calls to her. She opens up an app on her phone for a Door Dash order and smiles as she strokes the side of the phone affectionately)

“I did promise you that I’d eat again when I got home after our session…turns out that momma needed to treat herself to something else, first…”

(With time before the order arrives, she stands under the warm water of the shower, letting the steam caress all around her as she moves under the curtains of hot water.

“This water feels nice, sliding along the new curves I’m still getting used to —
my softened belly,
my heavy breasts,
my generous hips.”

“Every inch of me feels more sensitive than it used to.”

“Maybe because your eyes have taught me how to see myself.”

(A tiny spark of want surges through her and she bites her lower lip)

(She leans one hand against the shower wall, tilting her head back, letting the water run down her throat, her chest, the soft underside of her stomach. Slowly her other hand trails its way down her body, reaching for that bundle of nerves, once more)

“Oh… you’d like this, wouldn’t you?” (She whispers your name through the steam)

“You would.
I know you would.”

“Because I saw you tonight, trying so hard not to stare.
Trying so hard to be good.
And when you did stare, I caught you. And you revealed that giant erection to me. I knew I couldn’t let it go to waste—again.”

“And now, here I am — thinking of how your pupils dilated when my blouse pulled tight.
Thinking of the way your voice shook when you said my name as I watched you undress in front of me, taking that cock out of your pants…”

(Her free hand continues to tease her cave, drifting back and forth, following the trail of warm water until she’s inside herself once more)

*fap, fap, fap, fap…

(moan)

*slap! Fap, fap, slap!

(She closes her eyes)

*fap, fap, slap, slap, slap, fap

“Are you touching yourself too?” (She asks the empty bathroom, knowing the answer)

“Of course you are. You have been since I first clocked you. Pegged you for who you are and what you are…”

(The thought of watching you masturbating floods her brain with pleasure and she inserts a long finger inside herself. Then another)

(Her fingers swirl inside with vigor, guided by heat and imagination, by the memory of your eyes on her body. Pulses vibrate through her, building inside. She parts her legs further under the stream of water, her breath catching as she touches herself slowly, deliberately, imagining your hands there instead)

*fap, fap, slap, slap, slap, fap

(Her body quakes with the rhythm, but her footing is sure. Angrily, with frustrated grunts and cries, she throws her head back and moans with lust as an orgasm rips through her softer body, making her quake and spasm. She works herself until a second, more powerful orgasm erupts from her body, and she pounds her fist against the wall until the pleasurable sensation slowly dissipates)

(Her forehead rests against the tile as the water runs over her, steadying her breath as her body slowly comes back to earth)

“God, I’m trembling.”
“Not from the water.
From knowing you want me this way.
From knowing I’m growing into the exact shape your fantasies have always had waiting. And…mine, too…”

(She runs a hand down her stomach, feeling the protruding arc from below her breasts to just above her sex)

(She finally straightens, breath still uneven and eventually shuts the water off, breaking her spell. She grabs a towel and pats herself try, wincing with pleasure as she rubs the area dry between her tender, fleshy thighs)

(Dressed now in just shorts and a tank top—neither fit—she pads to the front door of her apartment and peers through the peephole. It’s been long enough and an alert from her phone informed her the food had arrived. And there it sits, waiting sentient in a plastic bag at her doorstep)

“Goodnight.” (She whispers to the empty apartment— to you, as she takes the food and brings it into her bedroom. She opens it up: penne ala vodka, an extra portion)

“You’re thinking of me right now. I know you are.” (She muses as she begins to fork mouthful after mouthful into her body)

(Thirty glorious minutes later, she finishes, and waves of sleep begin to overtake her.
Full, very full, she walks the trash into the kitchen and rubs her exposed stomach and slides in between the warm sheets.
“Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.” (She muses as she sets her alarm and closes her eyes)

“Because I want to see what you do next— now that you can’t pretend anymore. Now that I know…the real you. And I’m having trouble resisting.”

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