The itch (work in progress, possible more parts to come.)

Erica walked back to her desk, her tight black skirt barely covering her plump ass. She knew everyone was staring, even though she wore them to get someone elses attention, she still felt a wet spot when she caught someone looking.

When she sat down she made sure she was alone. Her work was meaningless but she kept at it because her boss, the man she wanted to see staring at her was givig her tons of fuel for her unsatiable lust.

After shaking out of a daze she found her hand underneath the skirt, gently rubbing her clit.

"Fuck." She muttered, looking at the clock. She bit her lip as she saw it was far too early to leave.

She looked around her area in the back of the office, fairly empty for a Thursday.

"I guess it cant hurt too much." She said to herself, rummaging through her purse.

A moment later she pulled out a small vibrator, the size of her finger with a cord and setting button trailing behind it.

With a soft moan she pushed it inside her pink, hungry lips. Once it was firmly inside, she turned it on low.

She bit her lip again as the silent buzzing began inside her. Suppressing a much loader moan she slid her lace panties off of one leg, and pulled the skirt up just enough so it wouldnt get stained.

She closed her eyes and smiled as her toy went to work deep inside her.

"Erica?" Said a familiar voice.

Her eyes shot open in time to see her boss John approaching. She fumbled for the setting but accidentally dropped it, causing it to turn to the highest setting as it brushed against her now trembling leg.

"Y-yes?" She asked, her voice strained as the vibrator shook furiously inside her.

"I was wondering if you were okay." He said, slightly taken aback by her apparent uncomfortable look. "Youve been leaving early lately."

"J-just feeling a bit under the weather." She replied, desperately wishing she could rip her once pleasurable toy out of her before she would cum all over the place.

"You seem a bit… uhm uncomfortable."

She opened her mouth ready to make an excuse when she felt a wave crash through her, dampness on the chair spreading along her legs.

"Erica?" John asked worriedly. "Do you need to go home today?"

After a moment of stunned silence, unexpectedly cumming in front of her boss without him knowing, the pleasure and embarrassment in equal measures.

"Y-yes I think I should do that, if its alright. " the vibrator was working towards another orgasm, she desperately wished he would leave so she could take it out before she flooded the office.

"Okay, go ahead and head home. But tomorrow I really need you to work late, will that be alright?"

She nodded silently, her body tense as it prepared for more.

John walked away, unaware of the situation.

Just as he was out of sight, Erica reached down and pulled out her torturous toy, but not in time to stop a spray of her juices to follow it, splashing onto the desk snd carpet below.

"Oh shit!" She moaned as silently as she could, instinctively rubbing her glistening lips.

She wiped her mess up as discretely as she could before gathering her things, and leaving with slightly numb legs.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/26k14l/the_itch_work_in_progress_possible_more_parts_to