A job I had a few years ago involved manning (womanning?) a reception desk, and quite often there would be
nothing to do for hours at a time. I had various ways of keeping myself entertained while still looking like I was
working, but on this particular afternoon I was chatting online to a guy I’d been flirting with for
ages. As usual, our conversation took a sexual bent… he was very effective at wielding words. I love a bit of cyber
when it has you virtually sinking your teeth into your desk with the urge to act out what’s being described. Never
underestimate the power of words.
Reception was surrounded by partitioned desks, but set forward so it would be the first thing a visitor
would encounter. It was a quiet afternoon and a few people were out of the office. I was pulsating with horn. As
he talked dirty to me I tried to work out how I could stimulate myself in a subtle way at my very exposed desk
and get away with it. I tried hitching up my skirt and running my fingertips over the gusset of my tights, which
felt really good. The problem was there was no modesty screen in front of the desk so anyone who suddenly
appeared would immediately see what I was doing. I pushed a fat marker pen into my knickers and worked it
into my slippery cunt, writhed on it for a while, to the delight of the chat guy. That felt incredibly naughty – I
even had to take a call while it was inside me. But it didn’t give me the clit stimulation I craved.