He climbs into the car for lunch. Your there. Waiting.
I was here 10 min ago looking for you. Waiting. I had been antsy all day. Rushing to do this, running to do that. To get everything ready. Perfect.
You wore your skirt to work today. Professional. Nice button up front shirt. Little cleavage. Until you pop a botton. Breathing room.
You bought a new pair of panties. Just for the occasion.
Black. Split crotch. Pearls run the center. A string of pearls. When you pulled them out of the package you were surprised. How comfortable could these really be? Pearls.
But you put them on today. He told you to. Daddy.
But you also put on a second normal set overtop. Keep everything in a nice neat package.
You took the second pair off 10 min ago. Your soaked. Been soaked. Every bumb of the road sends shooks through your clitoris. The constant rubbing. Little dry at first. But the juices were flowing by the time you arrived at eork. That second set came in real handy.
So you begin to eat lunch. Chit chat. Your eating. Its lunch time. Lunch time is almost over and nothing about the panties is brought up or talked about.
As soon as his car pulls away you skirts up. You’re fingers are sloshing in and out of your soaked pussy. You so wanted him to ask about the panties. To know. But he knew. Little bit hyper. Just quick. Like the orgasmic flashes on your eyes. Closed to the outside world. Being seen in your minds eye. Seeing the face of your Sir. To await his commands. His wishes.
He knows that your lunch time masterbation only makes you want more. You go back to work. You put the second pair back on. Cotton panel helps with the grool.
You tell yourself no walking around when you get back.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k814zw/lunch_time_fsub_mast