Company Ink Part 1
“This week is never going to end” she sighed to herself. It was only Wednesday. It was a chilly April night and Amber was just trying to get through the week. She laid back on her living room sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. A singular motion on her phone, her thumb repeatedly swept back and forth. Her eyes scanned each and every profile, as if looking for excuses to deny each guy.
“Probably too into himself”, she thought, scrolling past another picture of six-pack abs. She snickered, shaking her head, as she passed up on a man who spent way too much time on his beard. She swiped away a few more men. Nature boys who will hike one time just to say they like the outdoors, fake cultured men who think one red wine is better than the next, weekend warriors who play with their guns, none of which seem any more real than the next.
She may have not been looking for her “Mr. Right”, but she didn’t want to waste her time with boring, fake people. Amber was already once divorced, her only daughter was getting ready to go to college. She enjoyed her freedom and enjoyed her alone time. Even though she missed some of the finer things a relationship has to offer, she felt comfortable being alone.
As she downed the last few drops on wine, she sat the glass onto coffee table. She pull out the hair tie holding her brownish red hair back in a ponytail and let her hair free. She quickly moved her hand through her hair, combing through with her fingers. After fluffing her hair a bit, her hands went back to her phone. Swiping once again, she fixated on the next profile. She gasped at what she saw next. “Allen?”, she said softly. “You naughty boy, I thought you were married”, she said to herself. It was her coworker housed next to her office. He seemed like a nice guy, a bit older, married since high school. She was always fond of him, considering him a work friend. He helped cover some of work while she was raising her daughter. He never asked for anything in return and always offered help. She never knew his marriage was on the rocks and almost felt bad for not knowing considering he was a work neighbor.
With that, she was done wasting time on her phone. She decided to get ready for bed. She changed into a nightshirt with just her pink cotton panties. She shut off the lights in the apartment and locked the door knowing her daughter was at her father’s for the week. She got into bed, laying on her stomach. Her knee slowly raised up, sneaking her foot out of the covers. Her mind drifted in and out, images of her day filled her head.
Her hand reached down between her, rubbing over her soft panties. Images from her swiping fun from earlier filled her head. Her middle finger slid back forth over her covered slit. Her imagination started to run wild, slowly waddling down the fantasies. The methodical repetition from her hand starting take its toll, her pussy started to get wet. Her panties started to moisten as she rubbed.
Her hand slipped inside the waistband of her panties, trailing of her well-kept bush. Her hair tickling her palm as it slide over it. Her finger made its way back to her slit, coating her finger in her own juices. She started to push her moistness up towards her clit to lube it. Heavy breathing started emit from her as she started touch her clit. A slight moan escaped her lips. Her imagination took over. A dream started to form in her head about a man sliding into her bed naked. Her fingers started circling her clit, she thought of the man’s penis rubbing the tip of his penis on her pussy, coating the head with her juices. The face of the man changed her dream, as if to find the right combination of features, her rubbing gathering steam. She started to imagine the tip of the mans penis starting to part her folds. She pussy was becoming soaked.
Her mind started to settle on one man. At first, she could imagine the man’s forearms holding himself above her as he started to work himself into her. Her pussy tightened at the thought, her juices flowing freely now. In her mind, she started to form a familiar set of shoulders as her body started to rock along with her dream. She started to rub feverishly as she started to think the man was familiar to her. She started to think about the man’s face as her worked himself all the way inside her. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Her mind gravitated towards her coworker.m, Allen. Her mind tried to imagine his wanting face as he thrust inside her. Her body in reality matching the thrusts as she rubbed her clit harder. She could here his moans as he got closer in her mind. Her pussy started to clamp down at the notion of her coworker unloading inside her. A torrent of her juices sprayed out as she let out a silent scream, drenching her panties.she kept rubbing furiously, riding out the long continuous orgasm. Her panties could no longer soak up what her body was gushing out. Her other hand was cramping up from gripping onto the sheet under her. She finally stopped, collapsing more into the bed, panting. Her hand left her paw toes and trailed up her sheet, wiping her cum all over the sheet. She laid there exhausted, surprised at what fantasy her mind gave to her. She fell asleep slowly, her mind starting piece together what she would do to him if she had a chance in real life. Her last thoughts were questions if she would go through with it. “They say never dip your pen in company ink”, was her last moment of thinking before falling asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i8kvnw/company_ink_part_1_solo_female