| Straight: Masturbation: Another Day at the Office (1/3) |
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The sudden buzzing distracts me from my work. I glance across my desk, watching my cell phone light up and twitch as it vibrates again. A smile instantly brightens my face. I know exactly who it is and what the text message will say. I get up from my chair, crossing my office to push the door closed. Returning to my desk, I pick up my phone, flipping it open. "1 text message," it reads. It sends a tingle shooting down from my stomach to the space between my legs. I press the button, and there it is. "You know what I want to know." My heart skips a beat. There is a strange fluttering in my stomach, and I can already feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. Slowly, I type the response. "No panties, the black skirt." My free hand has wandered down to my thigh, sliding along the smooth material of my black pencil skirt. He picked it out, but being the stubborn, independent lady that I was, I wouldn't let him buy it. I bought it for myself, then sent him a picture of me wearing it. I think if he were here, he'd throw out all my clothes so that the skirt was all I had to wear. He seemed to like me in it that much. Buzz. "I think you should touch yourself for me." The tingles run down my spine. My fingernails start to tease the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My mind wanders to our last phone sex session. The memory of the sound of his voice makes my already swollen clit throb. I've never had such an intense reaction to just the sound of someone's voice. Maybe it was because we had already known so much about each other. How much alike we were. How much we both wanted the same types of things. How much we wanted to do all the things we had talked about so many times before. Buzz. "Tell me what you're doing." How long had I been rubbing between my legs? "I'm running my fingers along my thighs then across my pussy." I check the door, hoping no one will decide to walk into my office for the next few moments. My legs have spread themselves apart, causing my skirt to bunch up around the tops of my thighs. My ass has slid forward to the edge of my chair. I don't remember actually doing any of this. Sometimes I wonder if my body would react to his touch the same way that it does to mine. My fingertip has found my clit, and I'm making slow circles around it. It sends shivers through my body, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. Buzz. "Mmmm, you're making me so hard!" Oh god. I love it when he tells me how hard I make him. "Can you touch yourself for me?" My fingers are teasing my slippery slit now, running up around my clit then back down to circle the tight little hole. I've never been so wet in my life. There is an aching inside me that I'm absolutely sure can only be fulfilled by him. There is nothing I want more, nothing else that I can possibly think about. He has promised to be gentle with me. I know he doesn't want to hurt me, but I've been waiting so long. Thinking of the next month and the agony of having to wait that |
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