Walking the desolate hallway with trash laying around, she wondered “how did I get here?”. She isn’t lame, some would say too smart for school. Did she really peak in high school? Is life going to be a series of underwhelming conquests and small wins, forever? How can misery on her mind make her wet? Shouldn’t have worn a skirt. She could almost smell her wetness, her arousal, working in that tiny office.
Every day was just a series of marginally challenging tasks with no real outcome. But then again, can anybody really make a difference working in retail? She was just selling expensive shit to people who wouldn’t have any real need of the same. It’s all superficial. It is this lack of purpose in life which gets compensated by her body reacting to it by getting aroused. The lack of stimuli for her mind translated into the smallest stimuli of touch or smell to get her turned on. The unimpressive men around her at the office made her uncomfortable, even though she was taller than most of them. Larger in life and in spirit.
All she wished at that point was for some fresh air. Her underwear was drenched with sex and some air down there will calm her maybe. Her slow and sneaky movements on the chair, unnoticed by others, were something she had mastered all these years sitting in boring offices and classrooms. Her subtle grinding is exactly what she liked, slow and with intense pressure on her clit. Oh, how wonderful!
All she needed to turn her on was her imagination, with no visual aid of any kind. She thought of her high school boyfriend. She never did fuck him, both wanted to though. They were too much in love and she was, to be precise, an idiot about it. Although she lost her virginity later in college, it was nothing like it would have been with that boy. This in her life was now something like a cliff-hanger, an unfinished business. She can see in her mind’s eye his tall and lanky frame, broad shoulders with the slenderest waist and the best part, big veiny hands. On and on she would grind on that corner chair, clenching her thigh muscles to intensify the feeling. She couldn’t help keeping her mouth shut, the air escaped her in short gasps. Her leg had started cramping up, but she was almost at the end. Her orgasm released with the most intense but subdued rush, a little frustrating and a lot satisfying. That was indeed a good Wednesday!