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Sarah was still fidgeting in her seat. Her recently reddened buttocks were now a major factor, that up until an hour ago were her usual pale skin tone, but not now, not after the spanking she’d received at the hands of her boss, Angie.
Even now as she ran the events through her mind there was still an element of confusion, doubt on her part. She wasn’t a willing participant in the whole charade, yet by the end of it the tender hand strokes on her hot fleshy cheeks was starting to make her aroused, a little wet perhaps.
She’d needed to pee before she’d gone in, by now she was desperate, flexing and squeezing her legs together involuntarily increasing the pressure on her seemingly puffy wet lips. No time like the present she thought, it would also give her the opportunity to survey the results, see how red her cheeks were. The heat sensation alone made her feel like her cheeks and knickers were finally the same colour, as had been threatened earlier.
She eased herself out of her chair, slowly standing up. Whilst the red cotton rubbing against the skin wasn’t too uncomfortable, where the skin was pressed against the harsher more coarse denim, this felt a little delicate.
She moved slowly in the direction of the toilets. She glanced around nervously, tic like to see if anyone was watching, perhaps even checking to see if Angie was around to see how her efforts had affected one of her members of staff.
The coast seemed clear as she headed in the direction of the bathroom, taking slow but deliberate short strides, so as not to increase the rubbing more than necessary.
A quick glance confirmed that thankfully the toilet was empty. She pushed the door open into the small grey walled room. Being a small company there wasn’t a plush set of toilet cubicles, simply a single room for the Women and a single room for the Men.
It did have a mirror however, just the right length and height that she’d be able to see her backside. She squeezed her bladder tightly, trying to stem the flow. She needed to see everything first, rub a soothing hand over her cheeks before she allowed her bladder to empty in relief. She closed the door and engaged the lock.
Standing there facing the mirror, she undid the top button of her jeans, lowered the zip before gently easing down her jeans. The first part was the trickiest, where she had to tease it down over the inflamed tissue, but once her jeans were between her knees, the pain seemed to dissipate a little, provide a modicum of relief compared to how it felt a moment ago whilst sitting down.
What a strange morning she thought as she started to rub her hands over her cheeks, glancing at the red knickers in the mirror, the slight bulge where she knew her tight blonde curls were pressing.
The image in the mirror, the gentle rubbing, perhaps just the thoughts running through her head whilst looking at her crotch, all of these things conspiring together, sending a slight electric thrill running between her legs all the way up to her needy clit. She shifted one hand from buttock stroking duties and brought it round lazily to the front, pressing it gently into her pubes and her puffy lips.
“No,” she mumbled to herself, pulling her hand sharply away. Being aroused was one thing, but looking to do something about it now, in the grey drab surroundings of the toilet! That wouldn’t work at all.
She turned around so her backside was facing the mirror. She could already see the scarlet sides of her cheeks but needed the complete image. She slipped her thumbs under the elastic at the side of her knickers and started to push down, sliding the red cotton gently over her buttocks. She glanced over her left shoulder, watching the fabric glide slowly down, gradually revealing the crack in her buttocks, the red flesh. belugabahis giriş Another gentle thrill darted between her legs, in danger of turning her wetness into a flood of desire. She pushed her other needs to one side for now, this would have to wait until she got home, for now she had to focus on the task in hand.
The elastic at the back finally eased past the smooth cheeks, allowing Sarah to push the knickers down to join the jeans resting in between her knees.
Turning her head around again, she looked down slowly taking in the view of her bright scarlet cheeks. She could almost visualise the heat emanating, imagining the scene you see on a hot day with the heat waves rising off the tarmac. It looked like the colour from her red knickers had somehow leached into her skin, making the two almost indistinguishable.
She placed both hands on her buttocks and started to slowly rub. The coolness of her hands perfectly countering the heat in her cheeks. The sensations these simple actions brought, whilst unplanned, were sending fresh signals to her damp pussy, little thrills of pleasure which didn’t want to go away. She knew she’d originally planned to have some fun this evening, but could she really last another 2 hours feeling this horny?
4 minutes. That was the quickest she’d ever been able to achieve orgasm. Granted she had been really horny for days before so she didn’t think it could happen again, but she had to do something. She didn’t fancy the thought of sitting at her desk all afternoon, her thoughts running wild.
She shuffled over to the toilet and bent to sit down. If she was going to do anything, at least sat here she could get to her clit more easily, the one place she could access that would bring on the orgasm more quickly.
Even before she’d sat down completely, she glanced down and saw how wet the gusset on her knickers were. “Oh,” she groaned in embarrassment. Was that really from the spanking earlier?
If her knickers were that wet she idly thought as she slipped her left hand in between her thighs, bringing her middle finger up towards her pussy. Her finger slipped easily into the hot juices. She must be soaking she thought, as she dragged her finger slowly in between her engorged lips, stroking it up to her hardened erect clit, which she suspected had snuck out from under its hood before she’d even sat down.
Even the most delicate of touches sent shoots of electricity through her crotch. She raised her hand out from between her legs to check. The tip of her finger was covered in slicks of fluid; raising it slowly to her face she inhaled.
She’d never been too hung up on tasting herself, but she adored the smell. It was so basic, an exquisite musky scent intended solely to arouse, just as it was doing now.
Whilst she slipped her right hand in between her legs to follow the same tracks covered by the left, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth slowly and tentatively stuck out her hot pink tongue. Grazing the tip of the juice covered digit, before pressing it into her mouth and sucking off her taste.
She moaned, before slowly rubbing her clit with her right hand, index and middle finger slowly rotating over her engorged clit. Every slight graze increasing the wetness between her legs.
She had no option now, she was too far gone to ignore it. If she left things as they were and went back to her desk, who knows when she’d stop being wet. Usually if she was really horny she could be wet for ages. Her knickers were already wet enough that any more juice and the denim could get wet!
She started to squeeze the nipple of her left breast through the fabric. It was already erect but the gentle pressure caused the sensitive flesh to tighten even more, forcing a gentle moan from her lips. At belugabahis güvenilirmi the same time she was slowly increasing the speed of her fingers on her clit. The gentle electric sensations from before were building into the occasional shockwave, causing her whole body to twitch slightly.
She’d really wanted a long masturbation session but not in work, this was an emergency so corners had to be cut. If only she’d remembered to bring her handbag. She kept a small personal vibe in there, hidden in a little pocket behind a zip. You just never know she’d figured when she bought it, and now when she really wanted it she couldn’t get to it.
Her left hand slid under her left thigh to try and reach her sopping wet pussy, if she contorted her hand round far enough she could just…her middle finger glided into the tight wet entrance to her pussy. She let out an involuntary little yelp, hopefully not so loud that anyone could hear! She started to slide her finger slowly in and out, pressed harder on her clit with the right hand, delighting at the little shocks it was sending through her body.
Each gentle pulse seeming to increase the wetness. She was so aroused now that she barely paused before withdrawing her middle finger and bringing it slowly to her mouth, poking her tongue out again to lap at her warm fragrant juices.
The speed of her rubbing increased, her right leg starting to twitch each time she caught her clit just right, the shockwave pulses increasing in both frequency and strength. She bit her lower lip stifling another cry, just a few more….
A loud knock on the door stopped her in her tracks.
“Sarah, are you OK in there?” came the muffled yet immediately recognisable voice of her boss, Angie.
Sarah blinked. Being on the toilet to pee was bad enough if someone knocked on the door, but this? This was a whole new definition of bad! Her right hand had stopped its ministrations, the glistening wet middle finger of her left hand slowly lowered from her mouth.
“I’m fine,” Sarah finally managed to announce croakily. “Thanks for asking.” She hoped by adding this at the end she would be left alone .
“I didn’t see you at your desk,” replied Angie. “As long as you’re OK though?”
“Yep,” Sarah left her reply short, now was not the time to engage in conversation.
“OK. Good,” said Angie.
Sarah didn’t reply. All she wanted now was to hear the sound of fading footsteps, a hopeful indicator that Angie wasn’t still outside the door.
Sarah’s breathing was starting to slow as she was coming down from her state of arousal. Left unsatisfied she now knew the first thing she was going to do when she got home, and this time she wouldn’t forget her handbag.
She tugged on the toilet roll to her left and grabbed a handful of sheets, slipping her hand between her thighs to wipe up as much of her secretions as she could, pressing her middle finger gently into her pussy, not to arouse, but to capture as much of her juice as possible. When she glanced down she could see the drying stains on the gusset of her red knickers, these appeared to have mostly dried of their own accord.
Another handful of tissue and another judicious wipe was required before she felt confident enough to pull her knickers up. She stood up slowly before pulling her panties up her legs, even now the feel of the cotton brushing over the fine hairs at the top of her thighs sent tiny electric thrills.
The cool damp gusset against her hot moist lips felt a little uncomfortable as she fidgeted with the material trying to make it fit more snugly.
She flushed the toilet, erasing some of the obvious signs of her arousal. Sure, her knickers were proof, but no one was going to be seeing those again today!
Reaching down belugabahis yeni giriş she grabbed her jeans and tugged the tight denim up her legs, the tightness of the fabric around her crotch as she pulled up the zip was intent on stopping her fully coming down. Even now she couldn’t resist grazing a fingernail over her denim clad mound. Perhaps she could feign an illness and get sent home early? This rhythmic pulsing between her thighs was certainly not going to go away of its own accord.
Almost at the same time as she moved to unlock the door, the tightness of her bladder reminded her that in her heightened state of arousal she’d forgotten the main reason why she’d gone to the toilet in the first place.
Her need to pee was most certainly not going to wait until she got home. In no time at all she was sat back down on the toilet, knickers and jeans between her knees as she felt the slow increasing relief of her emptying bladder. The pee tinkling as it spilled and splashed into the water of the toilet bowl.
A couple of quick squeezes confirming her bladder was empty, before she tore off some strips of toilet roll to wipe herself dry. Making sure the slow delicate movement didn’t stray near her still excited clit.
She gingerly pulled up her still damp red knickers. Although the gusset was warmer now so was less of a shock as it moulded around her pussy. Her jeans quickly following suit, the tight denim adding to the feelings still nestled in her crotch.
Sarah took a deep breath and paused, taking a quick look in the mirror to check how she looked. Her typically pale face was a little flushed but hopefully not enough to draw attention, she could always pull her blond curls in slightly to make it less obvious if needed.
She smoothed her hands down her top and over the front of her jeans, pressing out small creases that had occurred earlier during her excitement. Whilst she had probably become accustomed to it, she was sure the toilet would reek of her recent wet excited playtime. Announcing to whoever came in next that something sexual had recently occurred, some horny young woman simply couldn’t contain themselves long enough before debasing themselves in a works toilet of all places!
She glanced at the black toilet seat, a few wet pearlescent droplets of girl cum catching her eye. Her slightly flushed cheeks changing swiftly to cotton knicker red. A few wipes from some more strips of toilet paper and the evidence was gone, flushed away a few moments later.
This last thought was sufficient to nudge her into reaching for the air freshener on the side, unleashing a couple of squirts so the peach and nectarine fragrance commingled with her own musk.
Sucking in another deep breath, she disengaged the lock before pressing down the handle and pulling the door slowly open. A couple of furtive glances left and right confirmed that no-one was around. Angie hadn’t lingered to see what the after effects of her ‘lessons’ had brought.
She took the decision to walk briskly back to her desk, the warm damp gusset rub against her pussy a final reminder of what had just happened. How close she had been to cumming at work.
The last few hours of the day had been a bit of a blur. Oh she’d tried to get some work done, but even sat at her desk mulling over spreadsheets and such like, tasks at odds to the thoughts still running rampant through her mind. The gentle warm glow of her buttocks and plump pussy lips reminding her of the day she’d had. She’d not properly come down yet, but she hadn’t forgotten her promise to herself. The evening she had planned. Even now she could imagine the buzzing silvery vibe slipping and bouncing over her engorged clit, each rub bringing her closer to the final explosion, forcing her to squeeze her legs together and ride out the orgasmic wave.
As the clock on the wall ticked over to 5.30, she ungracefully leapt out of her seat, making sure her handbag was on her shoulder before striding out of the office. With her head down her thoughts returned to her evening plans, her lips dampening again.
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