Something about this office… [f]

It’s been a slow day, so I decided to get some private time knocked out. I told my co-worker I was having a nap for lunch, turned off my light, and locked my office door. I should say here that I am meticulously clean. I wipe everything down with Lysol, etc. I scrolled back through a text-fuck I’d had earlier in the week (sometimes I just cannot wait until I get home), and got back in to that headspace. I had a feeling I’d be too horny to wait again today, but my friend was nowhere to be found and so I was left with memories. I sighed, pulling up my ivory, stretchy knee-length pencil skirt I chose this morning; easy access skirts are best for covert masturbation.

I looked into my desk drawer and pulled a few napkins out, laying them on my desk for the ensuing mess I knew I’d make as I fantasized about my sexy texting and the man who desperately wanted to bury his face between my legs. I stood as I unbuttoned my soft lilac-colored sweater, sliding it off my shoulders and draping it over my desk to free up my arms, pulling my skirt up fully and admiring the grip of the fabric straining to slide over my ass, watching it bounce as the skirt finally gave. I smoothed my fingers down over one ass cheek, scraping my nails over the soft skin and shivering.

I bent myself over the desk and slid my fingers from the curve of my ass down to my entrance, forcing my lacy thong aside and curling through the first release of dampness there. My ass shifted against my hand as I teased a finger over my clit, my palm resting against my slit, fingers stretched and pressed against the swelling flesh around it. Each firm press of my nails and fingertips against that heated bit of flesh sent tendrils of pleasure through me, and my nipples stiffened against my bra. I breathed out roughly, consciously avoiding making a sound. Napping is one thing, but I would never live it down if someone overhead what I was doing to myself all alone, lost in imagination.

I slid my middle two fingers inside myself, pressing against the rear wall and exploring myself as a whisper-soft moan escaped. I knew I wouldn’t orgasm this way, but I do enjoy teasing myself. I widened my stance and reluctantly pulled my fingers free, trailing them over the outside of my thigh and around the inside of my hip to slide over that swollen mound of and back inside. Yes. This angle let me reach that slightly rough bundle of nerves a mere few inches inside and I ground my palm against my clit and the throbbing flesh around it. I saw colors behind my eyes and breathed another jagged moan. Too loud. I bit my lip, pausing to listen for approaching feet.

No one arrived and I got bold. I needed to get off and I didn’t care how it happened this time, so I glanced to my chair and smirked to myself. I’ve always been a “grinder,” and so I straddled the sturdy arm of the chair, sliding my panties back into place. I wrapped my arm behind the back of the chair, and sank all of my nails into the leather as I ground my pussy against the chair. Slowly at first, a rocking of my hips rolling the mound roughly against it, little pinpricks of pleasure arising as my breath caught. Then I slid my hips forcefully back and forth against the chair, pelvic muscles and abs tightening with exertion. I ground myself against the chair for only another few seconds before those colors exploded behind my eyes again and I came. I slowed my hips, stopping to roll my clit against the chair, all of my weight resting on this spot as I caught my breath.

I couldn’t stop here, I needed to come again. I gave myself a few seconds to recover before grinding firmly against the chair once more. This time, the orgasm forced my legs closed around the chair, I gasped and my back went rigid. My body flooded with warmth and I felt myself clenching in spasms against the chair. I opened my eyes to see my fingers white-knuckle gripping the chair and ground once more against it, in a slow lazy circle on my hips before releasing the chair. This would have to do for now, time was short. I reached over to clean myself up, and decided against it. I stood, straightened my clothing, and went out to wash my hands. As I came back to my office, my eyes sharpened on the arm of the chair, and I grinned.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3nqinx/something_about_this_office_f