The next day at work was agony. I hadn't slept much, my brain unable to stop thinking about him. His words. His demands. His displeasure. Kneeling before him in the stacks, nipples squeezed tight by the rubber bands, looking up into his eyes as they watched me, playful yet calculating. And, of course, his question.
I ran through the events of the day over and over all night and all the next day, obsessively thinking about him. I wondered if I really was willing to give control to him and open myself to him as freely as he wished. I knew I would say yes, but to what was I actually agreeing, how much would he ask of me and would I be able to please him the way I desired to please him? Only time would tell.
The day dragged on at the reference desk as I waited for him. That morning I chose my attire with his instructions in mind, a dress with buttons all the way down the front, no panties, and no bra. I was prepared for him, but I had no idea when he would stop by although he typically came by in the late afternoon. I knew it was not wise to go braless all day at work and I could get disciplined if I didn't hide it well enough, but I wanted him to know I took him seriously.
I spent the entire day on high alert, hyper-aware of every sensation and every situation, from the rough fabric of my linen dress against my bare ass to my pendulous tits shifting as I walked around the library. My nipples were perpetually erect, and I couldn't stop wondering if anyone noticed. Every time I went to the bathroom, I raised my dress and felt discombobulated when I reached for panties to pull down and there was nothing there to pull down or pull back up when I was done. It was mentally exhausting, but so very exciting.
My cunt was juicy all day and I desperately wanted to take a few extra minutes in the restroom to rub my clit, hoping to relax. Finally, during some time off desk that afternoon, I could take it no longer and decided to risk it. I didn't want to be too obvious, so I decided to use the public restroom as much as I hated it. I entered the stall farthest from the door, pulled up my dress and sat. I wanted to wait for him, but he had me so on edge, I needed this now.
I reached my hand between my legs as I heard someone enter the restroom stall next to mine. I slid two fingers into my wet slit and was stunned at how slick it was. I pulled my cream covered fingers out of myself and looked at them in amazement. I had never been this wet before and I wasn't even in his presence. Curious, I licked the cream off and plunged them back in my soaking hole, coating my fingers again before sliding them over my swollen clit, my natural lubricant making my fingers glide across the sensitive protrusion.
I began slowly, circling my middle finger around the nub while I tried to ignore the sounds of the person next to me. I imagined myself kneeling naked before him, back straight and breasts pushed forward as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. My cunt pulsed as I circled my fingers more quickly and I reached my other hand through the buttons of my dress to pinch my nipples. I squeezed my lips together tightly as I tried not to make any noise.
Rubbing more furiously, I imagined him telling me to open my mouth and hold out my tongue before shoving his cock forcefully into my mouth. I dipped my fingers back into my tight hole, wanting to draw out the pleasure but knowing I had to hurry. Rushing, my fingers flew over my clit as I felt my orgasm mount until at last, climax. I gasped and bit down on my lip as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to ignore the fact that I was in the public restroom at work.
