Not Safe For Work.
Part 1.
Her phone buzzed as the text message arrived.
What time do you finish work? D
"What has he got planned this evening?" she thought with a slight smile. She checked her watch and replied.
Half an hour, why? S xx
She often added kisses to her texts, though she knew he never would.
A brief pause and a new message. A text that on the face of it would seem mundane, but which made her heart nearly explode in her chest.
Good news! Turns out thay now do same day delivery. Pick up the parcel after work instead of waiting until tomorrow.
There followed a code for a parcel locker.
"Shit", she murmered under her breath, "Sneaky fucker". And then mentally chastised herself. She'd agreed to the task, she should have accounted for every eventuality. And him being a devious bastard was one of the reasons she felt so tingly when she thought about him.
She'd planned to do it differently. She'd planned on it being the next day. She'd planned on driving in on a Saturday, not walking to and, more importantly, getting the bus from the mall on a Friday afternoon. But D always had his own plans.
Yeah he was a sneaky fucker. And it made her wet just thinking about it.
She got up quickly and slipped into the ladies, sat down in a cubicle without locking the door and texted D back.
This is making me sooo horny. Can I cum please Sir.
The reply came quickly.
No.
Can I edge? I'm soo wet
She typed one handed. Her other hand was already under her skirt ready to go.
Yes... but only at your desk. And keep edging until you finish work.
Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Xx
She reluctantly removed her hand from beneath her skirt, quickly adjusted her clothes and went back ro her desk.
Luckily the office was quiet, as most people finished by noon or one o'clock on a Friday. She, however was having Monday off on flexitime and so was staying until three to make sure she had enough time banked. She was at one of the desks near the back of the room. No one was left at her row of desks and she was partially screened from the three or four people still in the room.
Again she reached under her skirt to masturbate. She was about to go to work on her pussy with her hand when her slut brain made her pause. She unlocked the desk drawer and pulled out a suction cup dildo she kept stashed there. After a couple of attempts she managed to get it to succesfully suction to the chair. She hiked her skirt up revealing her shaved cunt. Reaching down to her needy hole and feeling her wetness, she decided she didn't need any lube.
She quickly settled into a rhythm and an edge came with almost alarming speed. She slowed down so as not to cum. Feeling the edge wane, she gradually worked her way back up to a slightly quicker speed until she eventually found a pace that kept her on edge but stayed short of tipping over into an orgasm. She didn't get any work done, but instead was staring at the clock on the computer screen and counting the time until work finished.
Around 20 minutes later she eased herself off the dildo and pulled down her skirt. After logging her time and closing down the computer she sent off a text as she headed out of the office.
Just finished work. Heading to get it now. Should be there in 10-15 mins. S xx
With a deep breath to regain a little composure she headed out into the cool air.
Part 1.
Her phone buzzed as the text message arrived.
What time do you finish work? D
"What has he got planned this evening?" she thought with a slight smile. She checked her watch and replied.
Half an hour, why? S xx
She often added kisses to her texts, though she knew he never would.
A brief pause and a new message. A text that on the face of it would seem mundane, but which made her heart nearly explode in her chest.
Good news! Turns out thay now do same day delivery. Pick up the parcel after work instead of waiting until tomorrow.
There followed a code for a parcel locker.
"Shit", she murmered under her breath, "Sneaky fucker". And then mentally chastised herself. She'd agreed to the task, she should have accounted for every eventuality. And him being a devious bastard was one of the reasons she felt so tingly when she thought about him.
She'd planned to do it differently. She'd planned on it being the next day. She'd planned on driving in on a Saturday, not walking to and, more importantly, getting the bus from the mall on a Friday afternoon. But D always had his own plans.
Yeah he was a sneaky fucker. And it made her wet just thinking about it.
She got up quickly and slipped into the ladies, sat down in a cubicle without locking the door and texted D back.
This is making me sooo horny. Can I cum please Sir.
The reply came quickly.
No.
Can I edge? I'm soo wet
She typed one handed. Her other hand was already under her skirt ready to go.
Yes... but only at your desk. And keep edging until you finish work.
Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Xx
She reluctantly removed her hand from beneath her skirt, quickly adjusted her clothes and went back ro her desk.
Luckily the office was quiet, as most people finished by noon or one o'clock on a Friday. She, however was having Monday off on flexitime and so was staying until three to make sure she had enough time banked. She was at one of the desks near the back of the room. No one was left at her row of desks and she was partially screened from the three or four people still in the room.
Again she reached under her skirt to masturbate. She was about to go to work on her pussy with her hand when her slut brain made her pause. She unlocked the desk drawer and pulled out a suction cup dildo she kept stashed there. After a couple of attempts she managed to get it to succesfully suction to the chair. She hiked her skirt up revealing her shaved cunt. Reaching down to her needy hole and feeling her wetness, she decided she didn't need any lube.
She quickly settled into a rhythm and an edge came with almost alarming speed. She slowed down so as not to cum. Feeling the edge wane, she gradually worked her way back up to a slightly quicker speed until she eventually found a pace that kept her on edge but stayed short of tipping over into an orgasm. She didn't get any work done, but instead was staring at the clock on the computer screen and counting the time until work finished.
Around 20 minutes later she eased herself off the dildo and pulled down her skirt. After logging her time and closing down the computer she sent off a text as she headed out of the office.
Just finished work. Heading to get it now. Should be there in 10-15 mins. S xx
With a deep breath to regain a little composure she headed out into the cool air.
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