The blue-gray sky peaks through my window as a new day begins to show itself. I roll over with cloudy eyes and look at the clock - its 5:52am. I turn in the other direction and pull the covers over my head, trying to avoid getting out of bed. I blink a few times to try to focus. Stretched out across the bed, my arms go above my head to try and get the kinks out, waking the rest of me up. As I bend my body, memories of the night before come flooding in - my back arched off the bed, one nipple in your mouth and the other in your palm as you plow in... out... in... out... in... out over and over again until I come crashing down, creaming your name and writhing in pleasure. I smile at the memory and lick my lips, but inside I can't help but feel a sense of loneliness, wishing I'd woken up beside you. I finally rise up and place one foot on the floor, then the other. I stretch again as I stand and make my way down the hall to the bathroom. As I walk, I can't help but notice the draft in between my legs from the wetness that developed due to last night's memory. I immediately begin anticipating you coming home tonight, and brace myself for the long day ahead.
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It's 10:34am and I've been at work for a few hours now. The day drags by, since not many people are in the office today. I squirm in my chair - I've been uncomfortable all day, thinking about coming back home to you. It's one of those days when all I can think about is sex. Even looking at my desk makes me think of sex, wishing you were here to bend me over from behind with my legs spread wide and my breasts up against the tabletop while I grip the corners for support. By this time I have a permanent wet spot in my panties. I try not to show my arousal as people walk by and stop to chat. I grip my coffee mug, nervously tap my foot and close my eyes, willing the day to go by quicker.
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Its 2:29pm - only 31 more minutes to go before I can finally leave. I'm so horny it aches. I thought about going out to the car to touch myself earlier, but staring at the picture of us on my desk I noticed your big firm hands and knew that my own touch wouldn't suffice - I need to feel you. I need to feel your heavy hands and rough fingertips in between my warm, wet thighs. I look up at my computer screen every few minutes until its 3'oclock. At 3 I log off, shut my office door, and rush out to the car, hoping that you're already home when I get there.