It made her so self-conscious, was she abnormal? were there other girls like her?
These were questions so often mulled over in her head when she felt horny, and those questions just increased in frequency when she was due her period and her hormones were raging.
Would men find her weird!? She hadn't had sex with a guy for almost four years since it started happening. She does have Sunday afternoon playtime, all alone in her bedroom, where nobody would know what her body did whenever she got horny or had any sexual thoughts.
She'd learned to cope with it in her everyday life, a little bit like a functioning alcoholic she told herself. However, the truth was, that she'd love a proper relationship with a guy, or at least would love the courage for a one-night stand. Proper sex was becoming a more and more distant memory as the months passed.
Her problem she told herself, was an over active bladder, that made her squirt from her pussy, the moment she had even the faintest sexual thought. Her pussy had become so juicy that she was wearing thick panty liners to keep herself from getting sore. The sight of a guy who was even only slightly attractive sent her pussy into a squirting frenzy and within seconds her liner and panties were soaked. She'd feel her squirt trickling down the tops of her thighs and knew she needed to make it to the bathroom very quickly to save any embarrassment.
She wore stockings almost exclusively these days, her thighs could easily be wiped clean and dry with toilet roll; tights made it harder to stay dry and fresh.
Just the other day, a guy in the office had given her eye contact and a lovely smile at the coffee machine which instantly made her pussy start to pulse and squirt. She didn't even wait to get a coffee, rushing to the ladies, she found a cubicle and squatted over the toilet bowl as she pulled her knickers down. Her pussy continued to squirt for a few seconds, before she gave her clit a gentle rub, sending her pussy into a series of spasms that had her squirting once more into the toilet bowl.
She told herself that if she wanked a little bit, it would drain her, and the fresh panty liner would stay dry, at least for a while.
Returning to the coffee machine, she pressed for her favourite coffee and returned to her desk.
She'd wait to get home tonight, before recalling the events at the vending machine, when she wouldn't have to worry about how much her pussy squirted and she could enjoy her embarrassing orgasm in private.
She pondered the guy at the coffee machine a couple of times during the afternoon, he was from marketing she thought and he was definitely attractive in a hot sexy way. She avoided too much thought though, as everytime she thought of him, her pussy did its usual thing.
As soon as she was home, safe in her apartment, she put down half a dozen towels on the bed, spreading them out on top of one another. She already had a rubber base sheet on the mattress, and this was ample protection for the bed.
She kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress up around her waist and pulled her panties off, tossing them on the floor. Propped up with her pillows, her legs spread wide with just her stockings and suspenders visible now she made herself comfortable on the bed.
First of all, she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from the office; this was enough to start her pussy dripping and the feeling was so good. She moaned with pleasure and reaching down she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, the first jet of squirt rose like a little fountain, visible to her. She was now completely soaking. She circled her clit with her forefinger, as it became swollen and stiff, dipping a couple of fingers inside herself, she started to rock her hips as she rode her fingers. Her hands were soaked as she continued to masturbate. She'd done it so many times, she was an expert and usually found a reason to bring herself to climax each evening. Sometimes she'd do it twice, her pussy was never dry, but Sunday afternoons were her special time.
With a fat butt plug in her arse, she'd masturbate and use her wand on her clit, fucking herself with her dildo and make herself cum over and over. Her record was nine clitoral orgasms in one afternoon, but she usually stopped at half a dozen, exhausted from her fun.
Today however, was only Wednesday and she was soon satisfied from her fun and decided she needed to eat, so she had time to relax before bed.
She woke early the next morning and made an extra effort in getting ready for work. She was an attractive woman, 34 years old with naturally curly fair hair which fell onto her shoulders. She was slim, and had just the right curves. She usually wore loose fitting clothes, always dark heavy materials, just in case of a wet patch.
Today, she rolled up her hold ups, and put on a tighter fitting dress, finished with stiletto heels, she look herself up and down in the mirror and thought to herself how hot she looked. She felt her pussy give a tiny squirt when she thought about why she was making the effort.
Her morning was busy; this was always good as the time passed quickly for her and her mind didn't have time to stray onto things that would make her juicy.
This all changed at lunchtime, as looking up from her desk, the marketing guy from the vending machine was approaching, there wasn't even time for her to panic before he introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Spencer, I thought you might like to get a sandwich with me in deli, just down the street?"
As she looked up at him, she was taken in by his warm smile and his confident air. He was handsome and he smelled good, she felt a tiny squirt from her pussy, but she braced herself and smiling, she answered.
"I'd love to, my name is Helen and if I'm honest, I'm ravenous."
Rising from her chair she could see him eyeing her figure as she swung her jacket over her shoulders. He motioned her to the lift and soon they were on their way to the ground floor. The conversation was led by Spencer, asking her about her work. He was engaging enough to take her mind off the fact that he was so hot, and he was so confident, something that she found really attractive.
They were soon back in the canteen, when Spencer suggested they meet for dinner at the weekend. Poor Helen's heart jumped and she felt her pussy squirt a little.
"Errrrrr, I can't at the weekend!" she blurted out.
Helen would have loved a dinner date with Spencer, but her sensible head kicked in automatically. She knew that she wanted him, but also knew where it would lead, that she'd be exposed and her secret would be out, possibly all around the office and then toa her friends, she couldn't allow that to happen.
"Well perhaps sometime in the future, I'd love to have dinner with you, but I don't want you to feel any pressure. I'll leave it up to you, if you change your mind, just let me know and we can get to know one another properly." Spencer replied, giving her the option to choose.
The sandwiches were soon devoured and Helen listened to Spencer explaining how he'd noticed her a few times around the office and thought that she really had her life together and that he would love a friendship, even if nothing more.
Spencer pushed a piece of paper across the table towards her, it wasn't a business card, but a hand written note with simply his name and a cell phone number.
There was nothing more that Helen would have loved, than a friendship with Spencer, and an intimate one at that. Her pussy gave another little squirt as that thought entered her head. Soon Spencer was walking her back to her desk and the hour-long meet was over.
wShe tried to keep her mind from pondering Spencer's offer, she'd already had to visit the ladies' room to change a soaking liner 3 times and she was only an hour into the afternoon.
At home that evening, towels stacked in place, Helen masturbated, thinking about Spencer and what it might be like to have him in her bed. She lost track of the number of times she orgasmed, but the bed sheet as well as all the towels were soaked through, once she'd finished. If only she could pluck up the courage to accept his offer, maybe it wouldn't be so bad and maybe he'd be sympathetic to her condition; she thought to herself as she dozed off into a post orgasmic sleep.
When she woke, it was Friday, last day in the office, before the weekend. She was soon dressed and on her way to work. She didn't see Spencer at all that day, and as the hours passed, Helen talked herself in and out of making the call, to suggest that her plans had changed and that she would love dinner.
At home again, the towels were out on the bed again, as she gave herself multiple orgasms. She had inserted a butt plug in her ass and used her plug-in wand to make her clit cum hard, whilst her pussy squirted in large fountains onto the bed.
Saturday morning and Helen awoke, having slept deeply, the sun was shining through her curtains and she felt alive. Thoughts of Spencer came into her head and she found herself trying to talk herself out of why it wouldn't be a good idea to go on a date.
He was mature and confident, not at all the shallow, gossiping kind of person. Besides, she didn't have to sleep with him, it was only dinner, perhaps they could build a friendship and there wouldn't need to be sex.
Sipping a cup of strong coffee, Helen told herself that she would message Spencer this morning, that a guy like him would probably have made other plans anyway and so the danger of a date was probably not going to happen today anyway.
It was 10am when Helen, freshly showered and dressed, picked up her phone. She was too nervous to call, so sent a simple text.
