Sextual Pleasure - Couple's Erotica

Sextual Pleasure is a Couple's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.

After a hard day at work, all Martha wants to do is come home and relax in a steamy hot tub of water. Her job is demanding but the tension is usually eased by the flirtatious attentions of Steve. Her coworker Steve sends her an intriguing text full of naughty potential. He texts her and teases her while she is taking a bath, and he asks her to text him back when she gets out, but she should be wearing only a robe. After a nice soak and a quick bite to eat, Martha settles in to see just what Steve has in mind. Steve educates her completely on the term “sexting.” Even though he’s not even in the same room, he has some level of control as he talks her through releasing her own tension. How far will she go? Does Steve have any idea how well she takes direction?

Excerpt
Martha had come home from a hard day at work. She dropped her keys and purse on her bed and tossed her clothes wherever. On the drive home, she decided she needed to soak in a nice hot tub, and hopefully the drain of the day wouldn't seem so bad. She couldn't recall the last time she had such a horrible day. Her only saving grace had been Steve.
Steve was a co-worker she had gotten to know over the past few weeks at Fitch & Stein Inc. She'd only been at the investment house for a couple of months, but she still felt like an outsider. Being an administrative assistant, or glorified secretary, for Mr. Fitch meant that she spent most of her day behind a desk or simply out of the office running errands. Everyone always seemed so uptight that trying to strike up a conversation with anyone was like beating a dead horse.
Then she met Steve, and her outlook at work changed. He was so free and light-hearted, with a little devil in him. Martha was hot, plain and simple. She was young with medium length blonde hair and the most piercing eyes in the world. Her breasts were round and soft and made her blouses moan with every movement. Martha guessed the thing she liked about Steve was he wasn't cliché.
Most men that would talk to her always came up with some sort of corny, typical pick-up line. That wasn't Steve's game at all. He was either blatantly up-front, or graced her with his naughty allusions. There were a number of days she had gone home with wet panties just from their brief conversations. Today was no different, except Steve was out of town, but he managed a devilish e-mail or text throughout the day that would put a smile on her face.