She pushed open the door to her apartment and stomped down the hall to her room. He had done this to her. She did not know how, but it was him. She closed the door behind her sharply and tossed her bag across the floor. She fell to her knees, the power of the tingling between her legs was overwhelming. It was just like earlier today. Twice it had set upon her during the day. The cloudiness, the neediness, the insistent wetness, all conspiring against her to make her beg.
She had begged. She had pleaded. And at last he finally relented and let her cum. She did not care that she was in the middle of a room of people. She did not care if the wet spot showed on her jeans. She had to orgasm and orgasm hard for him. She had been at lunch the first time. The throbbing had begun when she woke up. Slowly it gained a hold of her, growing ever so slowly and steadily. By the time she sat down to eat she could feel the wetness of her panties reinforcing everything she was feeling.