Lyra was volunteering at a small bookshop this week, and being a book lover, she couldn't be happier. But when she woke up, she realized she was almost late, so she rushed to shower and get dressed.
As she did, she recalled last night, when she had been making out with a cute guy at the bar, they had gotten hot and heavy in the back hallway and he had his hand up her skirt and his two fingers inside her as her legs shook. She had been SO close to cumming and suddenly it turned out he had a girlfriend who turned up and caused a scene. Lyra had managed to slip out the back thanks to the security guard. But It had left her on edge and in need of more.
She had not found a taxi, and the last train had left, so she had a long walk home, and when she got there, she crashed, still feeling unsatisfied. So, this morning she still had a needy buzz in her veins, she looked at her box of pleasures and pondered. No one would know if she wore it. But they may if she needed to bend often, so she slipped her favorite pussy plug into her bag. She could always slip it in during a bathroom break if it was a boring day.
She was still antsy when she got there, it was a tiny place down the back streets, quiet and tucked away. He manager was a guy in his early fifties, average looking with mousy brown hair starting to thin a little and a sleek body with strong arms-probably his one feature she found attractive. She didn't miss the once over he gave her, he wasn't her type but she liked the idea of a bit of naughty boss/employee fun.
She would see how it went. Lyra was 30, blonde, busty, and pretty enough she got plenty of attention, but she had always liked the idea of some backroom fun at work, and she was only here a week after all. She felt it added to the filthiness of her fantasy that he wasn't someone she would usually go for.
She enjoyed the work, it was pretty quiet, but she loved being around all these books, but the low burn of need she still had was driving her crazy. She slipped to the bathroom, unsurprised when she found her panties a little damp. She went to pull out her plug not to find it, and she panicked a little, hoping it hadn't fallen out on the train, or worse-in the staff room. She gave her clit a stroke, biting back a moan at how ready she was, and pulled up her underwear to go find her toy.
Before she could hustle back to the staff room, Graham her boss, told her there was a customer waiting. So, she rushed to the front to help, as she served the customer her hips pressed against the till desk that came to just below her breasts. But there was nothing to rub against sadly. The customer left and Lyra picked up a phone call to the shop about a delivery.
As she was distracted, she felt the back of her skirt move, she flinched, looking back, and saw the boss leering as he stared at her lacy panties and her ass. Lyra was trained in martial arts, and should she not want this she could say no, or worst come to worse, fight him off. But then he looked up and mouthed 'Do you want this? No pressure' She took a moment, then nodded, phone still to her ear.
