Louise lay back on the bed with her Ipad propped in front of her. She selected her usual section of her favourite porn website and scanned what was on offer. The third option caught her eye and she selected it.
The choice was good and she was soon engrossed in the clip. She watched for a few minutes, one hand holding the Ipad steady, the other behind her head. On the screen a woman, probably in her early 30s, was kneeling over the face of a guy, and she was moaning and writhing. He was clearly using his tongue to get her off, and the two fingers rapidly fucking her were adding to her pleasure. Louise made a mental note to tell Paul about this position, which turned
her on immensely. She felt the warmth in her lower tummy, then sensed the change in her breathing. As she often did she held off touching herself for as long as she could, she couldn't explain why denying herself was so sexy to her, but she knew she'd gasp when she finally touched herself and felt just how wet she was. And she knew she'd be very wet this morning.
She looked at the timer on the clip and decided she wouldn't touch herself until it reached 10 mins. She could draw out the anticipation for another 4 minutes or so. She didn't even allow herself to squeeze her thighs together, instead opening her legs wide in readiness.
The woman on screen came loudly, and Louise revised her limit down to 9 minutes. She could feel the sensation of a tiny trickle of her excitement slipping from her pussy and down between the cheeks of her bottom.
Her phone rang.
She looked at the phone screen. Her boss? 'What the fuck?' she said aloud, pausing the ipad.
2 minutes later she got out of bed. 'Swings and roundabouts' she thought. She missed out on what she knew was going to be a bloody good orgasm because she had to start work early, but she'd also finish early and had saved the clip she had been watching.
Louise worked from home pretty much full time nowadays. She worked for an online travel agency, mainly taking calls from premium customers or their PAs. Most were OK, some were lovely, some were knobs. Today she had clearly been set up on some knobhead hotline because every call was a pain. In the gaps between calls she messaged Paul repeatedly, not really expecting replies as she knew he had a busy day at work. Despite the work calls she never lost the dull ache in her pussy and she hoped she'd get one of Paul's surprise visits. She could do with his cock to play with.
By 3pm, with 2 hours to go on shift and the calls slowing down, Louise was giving serious consideration to having a cheeky one while working. She'd been having a very rude text chat with Paul for the last hour and her level of horniness was through the roof. It was a hot day and she was sitting at her home office desk in shorts and a flimsy vest, no bra, and had repeatedly been taking pics of her erect nipples and sending them to Paul. For his part he'd gone to the loo in work and taken a pic to show her that he too was horny.
Louise could only describe his cock as beautiful. Long, thick, veiny and with a huge end, she had gone from loving it from pics to loving it inside her. Their online relationship had progressed to face to face meetings which were pretty much just about sex. That was fine with her.
Her phone pinged again.
'How long you got left on shift?'
'1 hour 50mins and counting. Thinking I may play I'm that horny!' she replied.
'Lol' he said. 'I'm off to a meeting. Catch you later.'
She was a bit disappointed but then her phone rang with a customer call and she was distracted.
Twenty mins later the call was just finishing up when she heard her phone ping. A message from Paul: 'Let me in'.
She gasped, and got a bit flustered with her customer. Paul never showed up without at least some notice but it seemed he had now! She finished the call, had a 20 second tidy around and went down to let him in.
She had to get back online for calls so their conversation was brief but he was free for the afternoon and was, in his own words, going to 'sort out her horniness'. They'd kissed only quickly.
She got another call and, surprising herself, was in work mode very quickly. Listening to the client's situation she knew that this was at least 30 mins of work on the phone and scribbled a note to that effect to Paul.
She was deeply involved in trying to find a flight from Hong Kong to Perth that fitted in with Mrs Awkward's travel plans when she became aware of Paul being close behind her. She started to offer some information when she felt his hands on her shoulders, and she shrugged them off. Or at least tried to. The next moment she felt his hot lips on her neck in a way that he full well knew would not allow her to function on the phone properly. He stopped just before she jerked away. She was conscious that his lips on her neck appeared to have formed an electric connection to her clitoris.
She turned around to scowl at him, still talking to the client, but there was no strength to the expression.