I was going to late. John (my husband) would be waiting. I wasn't too worried. I had some very hot experiences to relate to him. Today had been another "Masturbation Day."
As I drove home from work I added it up in my head. I had fingered myself to several orgasms that day. I had jacked off three cocks (two of them twice) and watched three guys jack themselves off before my friend stepped in to finish them off. As I drove I was working on number eight. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, the crotch of my panties pulled to one side and I was working two fingers slowly in and out of my cunt. I had lubricated my fingers with Astroglide that I keep in the glove box.
I started to pump myself a little faster as I recalled my adventures that day.
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Timmy was the office "gopher." A nice kid, about nineteen. I had told my husband that it was just a matter of time before I masturbated Timmy at work. He was excited at the prospect.
I had arrived at work early in order to finish a project I had been working on. I was the only one in the office. It wasn't long before I slipped off my panties and began to rub my pussy. I figured I could get myself off at least twice before my co-workers arrived.
Our office is a large open room with work stations separated by dividers that are chest high. After checking to insure that I was alone, I spread my legs, leaned back in my chair and began to tease my clit with little circular motions. I used my other hand to push my sweater up and my bra cup down so that I could caress the nipple of my left breast.
It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I started to pump my middle two fingers in and out to finish myself off. Just then I noticed a reflection in the window across the isle from my cubicle. It was Timmy making his rounds to deliver the morning mail. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. I figured I had about thirty seconds before he would pass by my desk. I rearranged myself to make sure he would get the picture. There would be nothing subtle about this. I pulled my sweater up over my tits and made sure that both of my breasts were out of their "C" cups. I pulled my skirt up to may waist and propped my very spread legs up on my desk. With one hand rubbing my clit. I again slid two fingers deep into my pussy and began to work them in and out.
To say that Timmy was shocked to see me masturbating so openly is an understatement. He started to say something but I cut him off.
"Be quite and come closer. Just watch me cum," I said.
"OK" was all he could manage as he stood in front of me. I turned just a little in my chair so that he had a better view of my fingers as I fucked myself. "Does this turn you on, Timmy?" I asked. I was obvious that it did because his cock was already tenting the front of his slacks. "God, yes Susan, I've gotten off so many times thinking about you! But to actually see you finger yourself is so awesome."
"Why don't you pull your cock out and stoke yourself for me while I cum," I suggested.
Timmy wasted no time in fishing his cock out of the fly of his pants. I often fantasize about which hand a particular guy jacks off with and how he stokes himself. I had Timmy figured for a lefty and I guessed he would use his entire fist to pump himself. I was partially right. He used his left hand but circled his cock with his thumb and his first two fingers and began to give himself fast tiny strokes making sure to stimulate the ridge on the underside of his shaft. His eyes alternated between my crotch and his. I love a man who likes to watch himself stoke.
In a matter of seconds he had precum on the head of his cock. In a few seconds more I could hear the sound of him jacking his well lubricated cock. It's a sound I absolutely love.
"Don't cum Timmy, not yet. I'm just about there. Watch me finish myself off for you!
My fingers were a blur as I lifted my bottom off the seat to allow my pumping fingers to penetrate deeper. I started to cum. Timmy could just moan and bucked up against my fingers. God, it was so good.
When I calmed down Timmy was still stroking his cock. "Would you like me to help get you off Timmy?"
"Oh yes," he moaned, "please."
I stood up letting my skirt fall back into place but I made sure my tits were still exposed. I maneuvered him well into my cubicle and faced him. I took his hand off his cock and placed it on my breast. He cupped the underside of my breast and seemed to"weigh" it with his hand. As he caressed my nipple, he left a trail of precome that had been coating his hand.
I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him. I let him fondle my breasts and I worked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the office. It was Mary, a friend and confident. Mary shared the cubicle next to mine. Timmy saw her too and started to move away.
I didn't let go of his cock. "Timmy, its OK. Mary has seen me do this before. And I've seen her finger herself in her cubicle. We cover for each other."
Mary walked up, surveyed the scene and said, "I knew you'd jack Timmy off sooner or later. Am I too late to watch?"
"I was just about to make him squirt. I want to concentrate on finishing him . . . keep a lookout for us," I said and I began to move my hand up and down on Timmy's cock. Mary tried to watch us while at the same time keeping an eye out for others.
Mary whined, "Susan, I can't see. Turn him around facing me, get behind him and give him a "reach around."
