Context: This was with my ex a while ago
As I stare at the excel spreadsheet in front of me, I’m achingly aware of the pulse in my pussy. No amount of crossing and uncrossing of my legs could relieve the pressing need to be filled. I glance at my boyfriend next to me and see him furiously typing on his laptop. I eye the way his fingers and forearms flex as he types. The modest dusting of arm hair teases me and I want his hands all over me. I start trailing my hand along his thick muscular thigh. He flexes beneath my hand and glances over at me. He continues typing as I massage his inner thigh.
He pretends to be unaffected but I can see his cock thickening beneath his thin sweats. I feel the heat radiating from him as I trace a finger over his shaft. He stops typing and smirks at me. He knows what I want and doesn’t stop me. I rub his bulge and he grows harder beneath my hand. My pussy starts tingling and I squeeze my thighs together to try to get some relief to no avail.