My Time To Shrug

"Mornin'," Cass said in her ever-cheerful way.

"Up early?" I asked. I was usually up before her.

"Yeah, I have some stuff I wanna do before heading to the lab," Cass said in a coy manner.

"Stuff?" I asked.

"Stuff," Cass confirmed, shutting down any attempts at trying to find out what 'stuff' meant.

"Alright then."

Cass smiled at my capitulation.

At work, I was very diligent in how I checked my phone and always made sure to close any tabs or images that could be compromising before putting my phone away. The day was sort of stressful, with loads of work to be done before the monthly deadlines and shit that nobody except us in management seemed to give a shit about.

When lunch finally came around, it was such a delight to see someone as lovely as Cassandra come through my office door. In her hand, she had a box of chocolate.

"What are those? Who's getting married?" I joked.

"They're for you, silly," Cass explained. I was perplexed. Why did I get chocolate?

"What brought this on?"

"Can't a girl spoil her man? Why does it always have to be men giving women these things? I love you just as you love me, so why can't I give you a nice box of chocolate?" Cass explained.

I was absolutely blown away. The sentiment was so beautiful, so sweet. So Cass. I went over and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. After lingering a few moments, I smiled my widest smile down at her, then made my way over to my chair, inspecting what chocolates I'd got.

"See? It's nice getting chocolate! They are a bunch of-"

WAHOOOOOOOOM.

The moment was so wholesome but short-lived as Neil kicked open the door while turning that monster on. I couldn't help but see a small, pleased smirk from Neil when he saw Cass standing there. Even as we looked over at him, he let his eyes roam her body, eventually finding his way down to her tight jeans fitting her ass nicely, probably imagining the rest of that thong picture.

Neil started to shuffle around the room, snatching the bin and doing all that shit that he does. Luckily he didn't spend too much time around the office and fucked right off.

Later the same day, I found Cass in the parking lot. I was exiting the building, when I saw that she was standing by her blue Camry, talking with none other than Neil himself. I wondered about what, but the conversation seemed light-hearted. Cass saw me approaching and they exchanged goodbyes.

"What was that about?" I asked, getting into the passenger seat.

"Oh, he just kept me company while I waited. He was taking out the trash," she said coyly.

"Really? What he say?" I said, hoarse almost.

"He just asked if I worked, what I studied. That sort of stuff," Cass said, then gave me one of those naughty smiles of hers. "And he of course told me, right to my face, how he liked my jeans."

"He what?"

"Yep. I guess a certain someone gave him some visual motivation. I said thanks, and gave him a short spin, even!" Cass said and bit her lower lip, seeing how I was dying to jump across the car to have my way with her right now.

"Hah! I thought that would be quite a tease! And serve you right for showing him my ass yesterday!"

I groaned, rubbing my rock-hard cock through my pants, trying to ease the pressure by adjusting it.

"No touching!" Cass snapped. "That is all mine when we get home!"

The taboo nature of our teasing really seemed to bring Cass around. A week ago she sent me photos of her fully clothed. She had come a long way since then.

After intense lovemaking when we got home, I was sitting in bed dicking around on my phone as Cass took a quick shower.

That's when a series of photos started trickling in. The first one was of nothing but the matted shower sliding door. Except for one detail. Behind it, you could clearly see an obscured silhouette. While not very revealing, it was fucking hot knowing that Cass had put up a timer in full nude, jumped into the shower, and taken such an erotic photo of her taking a shower. And the hint of the shapes behind that shower door was art in itself.

The second was her head poking out of the shower. I wasn't all too sure if that was intentional.

The third was a selfie from within the shower itself! I saw her bare shoulders and knew instantly that below the camera frame was the hot-toned body of my sexy fiancée. She was becoming ever more daring with these. She captioned it, and it read "I'm so wet..." Even if the photo showed less than before and stated the obvious, it was the context that made it hot. If I wasn't already spent, my cock would've no doubt sprung to attention

The fourth and final was the best one. It had my jaw on the mattress. Cass stood looking over her shoulder, in front of the mirror, which had almost become her signature now. Except for this time, she stood with her body turned in nothing but a light blue thong, showing off her shapely ass. Not a picture of the top of her ass, no teasing at the side. This was her full ass, framed by blue fabric. And the caption was, "Does blue look good on me, babe?"

Cass came to bed with a big grin on her face.

"I guess all this is rubbing off on me," Cass said. "I think I'm really getting into it!"

*

"Yeah, alright. No problem at all, bud," I said and hung up.

"Who was that?" Cass asked. We were eating breakfast and I had received a call from the big guns at the office.

"It was Sil. He asked if I could stay after work a bit and look over some books. Shouldn't take more than a few hours," I explained. "You don't have to pick me up if you don't wanna hang around for it."

"We'll see," Cass shrugged. "I'll probably pop by anyway. By the way, I have a lunch thing with some professors, so you're on your own today."

My time to shrug. We wrapped up our breakfast and got on with our day.

Like the rest of the week, Wednesday was just as loathsome and stressful as the rest. And I only had the noisy vacuum cleaner to look forward to at lunch. Looking over ledgers and books was not difficult, just highly time-consuming and focused work if you wanted to do a good job. A lot of concentration.

By the end of the day I was exhausted, but still had a fourth of work left to do. Luckily I got some visual motivation from Cass. Another shot of her hot ass in a white Bjorn Borg thong, though no captions this time around. Seeing the contrast of skin and fabric made the picture even sexier. I also made extra sure Neil wasn't looking over my shoulder.

After a few hours, Cass pulled into the parking lot in her blue Camry. There were no other cars around by now, except one lone SUV way over in a corner. It was pretty dark by now too. Cass felt sort of uneasy about sitting alone out in the parking lot like this. Fuck it, she got out of her car and went to the door. It was locked.

"Fuck," Cass groaned annoyed.