There were a couple months last year where I was obsessively masturbating, any chance I found for myself. I had just started seeing someone (Varyn, actually, from my last post! A lot happened between then and now), but he lived about 2 hours away and with work and other things in the way, we only met up once a week at most. So yeah, I was horny.
To get to the story, I was working in a small start-up, with only 4 other people working with me. It was a cute little place with bean bags and open windows, a balcony, little kitchen, ping-pong table and some magazines, and so on. One day, a couple of them had meetings at different locations through the day, so it was me and a couple of guys at work in a room. Suddenly around lunch, they mentioned that they were going out to eat that day instead of eating at work. No joke, I felt my clit twitch. A tingle that knew I would be making use of the half hour or so I would have to myself. On waving them off, I shut the door, waited a few minutes to make sure they didn’t come back for anything, and sat on a beanbag right by an open window. I could see balconies beside and above me. I didn’t see any people, so I left the window wide open, sitting right in front of it. I pulled up gonewildstories on Reddit, and slowly began rubbing my pussy through my thin leggings. As I moved up and down my clit, I had no idea if someone would suddenly show up at the balcony across or if the boys would come back. I was lost in the moment, lost in a story of someone being fucked on a balcony as I pictured myself doing the same. My rubbing got faster, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, wondering if it would show through my leggings. I quickly snuck my hand inside my leggings, rubbing outside my panties that were now barely covering my pussy lips. The friction was amazing, I think I like it more than I like touching my clit directly. I was getting there, I dropped my phone on the floor beside me and tweaked my nipple; my body was arching, my eyes were rolling – there would be nothing unclear about what I was doing if someone walked in on me. I came furiously, my whole body shaking. I slapped my pussy above my leggings a couple times as the orgasm was subsiding, adding to the electricity I felt. It was fucking amazing. I went to wash my hands and as I closed the tap, the guys walked in, sitting in the same small room I had just cum in. I wondered if they could smell the sex in the air.
The rest of the day passed by real slow. If anything, my afternoon session had me even more horny now. Suddenly, Varyn texted asking if I wanted to go to a movie after work and I said sure. He booked tickets at a theater near his workplace, and I knew I’d be heading over a little earlier.
We met up at a mall right across his workplace and grabbed dinner. We had some time before the movie so I mentioned that we should go up to the terrace and that I was sure we could find a lonely spot. I wasn’t going to just read about being fucked on a balcony without getting there myself. He saw the glint in my eye and the smirk on my lips and instantly knew what I meant. He did not expect this of course because nobody thinks I’d be this outgoing with sex on knowing me otherwise, but I always find a way to surprise. In fact, he’s a lot shyer than me with the fantasies and fetishes, but I’m getting him to open up and do a lot more – and he seems to love it.
Soon enough, we were getting in the lift in his building, and suddenly a coworker of his walked in too. They made small talk, the coworker asking why he was back. He mumbled a silly response, but luckily the coworker got off just then. His hands were on the small of my back, reaching down to my ass all through; I wonder if the coworker noticed. We walked out of the lift on the rooftop and realized there were still a couple of people in the yoga studio packing up there. He was disappointed and about to leave, but I pulled him forward, looking around. He was a little nervous at this point, but I took him behind the studio, and kissed him hard. He forgot about any qualms he had and kissed me back, his hands instantly finding my ass and rubbing up to my boobs. We moved a little further into the darkness – one side being a wall to the studio with a few windows through which we could see the women inside when we peeped, and the other side being open, looking across at the mall, and closer still, another residential building with balconies. Soon enough, he leaned against the ledge with his back to the open side and pushed my head down to meet his dick. I began sucking it relentlessly, making him close his eyes at points he really should have been watching out; we were only a few feet away from the yoga studio. I licked his shaft, sucked his balls, and focused on his head for a while before I was ready for more.
I got back up to kiss him as he roughly pulled my leggings halfway down my thighs. He turned us both around, so now I was looking over the ledge with one leg on a box beside me and the other on the ground, spreading wide for him. He spread my lips out and pushed himself inside me in one stroke as I softly moaned. Before my moan was entirely out, the ramming began. I was being fucked from behind as I looked at the lights from the mall, the building in front of me, and the cars below. He threw his palm around my mouth to keep me quiet, I had forgotten about the people in the room behind us. He fucked me and he fucked me hard, my hair was covering my face and my tits bouncing in my thin bra with the force of movement. Once I tried my best to quiet down, his hand moved to my chest, grabbing what he could with the other hand on the railing to steady himself as he, well, railed me. Abruptly, he stopped, pulled me away from the edge and moved us into the shadows. He said someone from the building across had seen us. I was nervous but also the thrill was something else. I almost wanted to tell him “So what? Keep fucking me”, but I knew he had more at risk since this was his office, not mine. I pulled my leggings up as he fixed himself and kissed him deeply. He rubbed my pussy over my leggings one last time without knowing about how much of that had gone on at my own workplace just earlier that day. I could feel my pussy dripping in my underwear, but I left back to the elevator with him all the same, saving it for the movie theater.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f17zov/from_masturbating_alone_at_my_f_office_to_rooftop
Hot and clearly authentic ❤️