Following my masturbation session at the office (check my post history), one of you suggested I give the pen I used to a hot coworker. It was a quick twist to things and I loved the idea.
After settling in and taking care of the most important things of the day, I found the pen in question and decided it could use a…refresh. So I quickly slipped it into my pencil skirt and put the tip into my pussy. I started to get wet almost immediately.
I went back to my keyboard and sent a memo before starting to shift in my chair, loving the incongruity of working and being wet. The shift of the pen as I squirmed was so hot. Over the next 30 minutes, I slowly moved it further into me, trying to keep my professional face on. Once I got to a stopping point, I quickly pulled the pen out of me – it was shining and almost but not quite dripping.
I let it dry on my desk during a Zoom call. Afterward, I grabbed it and a notebook before going to the break area. I fixed some coffee and slipped open another button on my shirt. It’s professional but tailored just enough to say “I’m a woman and have curves”. By opening another button, I wasn’t in danger of flashing anyone but if they looked, they could see cleavage. And if I bent over, they would get a good view of my breasts framed by the light blue shirt and cupped by a lacy forest green bra. Just enough to spark interest, hopefully.
Grabbing my things, I walked over to another section of the office, greeted my coworker, and put my things down on his desk before leaning against the wall and chatting about an initiative he wants to start. This isn’t unusual – the best price of professional advice I’ve been given is to ask about random things people may be working on; you never know when some great collaboration could happen.
This guy is interesting. He’s got a great mind, is physically attractive to me, and has what I call “Dom energy”. He’s not necessarily imposing – not out of shape but not super fit. But some people have a presence. I’m not quite sure how I would explain it. They don’t need to yell or drone on and on about anything to make their points. They tend to be insightful. People listen and obey when they make requests. They’re confident in themselves and their abilities and don’t have to project that. In a nutshell, when I get those vibes from someone, I mentally class them as “Dom personalities” – whether or not they’re into D/s dynamics. (Does anyone else do this or am I a crazy sub?)
So, anyway, this guy has Dom energy. As we talked about projects at work, I fiddled with my pen and conveniently dropped it. Laughing it off, I continued the conversation as I bent down to get it, giving him an ample opportunity to see down my shirt. We exchanged some office gossip before I said goodbye, gathered my notebook and coffee, and walked away. I only got a few steps before he said, “Hey, you need this pen?” I turned around, smiled, and said, “Keep it. I’ve got others.”
So now I’m sitting outside eating lunch, wondering if he’s noticed anything about the pen. Wondering if it’s rubbed off on his hands. Wondering if he’ll question why it smells like he’s been finger-fucking someone.
He likely won’t trace it to the pen and certainly won’t suspect what I did. I’m not sub-like at all in the office. And that makes it even hotter.
I grabbed another pen and will finish out my workday with that thought in the back of my mind. I already know what I’ll masturbate to tonight.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n6eokz/25f_fucked_myself_with_a_pen_at_the_office
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