Staying after hours to meet a deadline was nothing new to Amanda. Most people would hate it, but Amanda chose to look at the benefits rather than get upset about it. For one thing, with the office deserted, she worked faster and without interruption, usually completing her task in half the time it would normally take during the busy workday. It also meant she could satisfy one of her kinkiest fantasies-masturbating in a public place-on a semi-regular basis.
She knew that pleasuring herself in her office was not the same as rubbing her clit on a bench in the public park, her body on display for anyone that might happen past, but being on display was not what got her blood boiling. It was the fear of someone she knew catching her in the act. Imagining her boss or a coworker walking in on her in the middle of it would literally make her panties soaking wet. She knew tonight was going to be one of those nights.
With her deadline met, she checked her email for any last minute items that could not wait until the following day. All evening she had been kicking around the idea of masturbating in her office chair. Walking around the office earlier in the evening, she had found only a handful of people working late into the night so she felt it was reasonably safe to risk it. In fact, she was glad those few were still around; doing it in a completely empty office was not much of a thrill. Their presence would lend enough excitement to the act to make her explode in an unbelievable orgasm that would leave her trembling. The more she thought about it, the wetter she became. She could feel her stiff nipples pressing into her bra and knew her silk panties already had a growing wet spot in the crotch.
Leaning back into her plush leather office chair, she scrolled lazily through her list of emails with her mouse. In a nonchalant way, her free hand slid down to her lap. Softly and teasingly, she pressed the heel of her palm into her mound, humming quietly to herself. Slowly inhaling a full breath of air, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her slacks and slid the zipper all the way down, the sound of the zipper strikingly loud to her ears. She placed her hand back on the desk, quietly drumming her fingertips on her notepad. Squeezing her thighs together, she felt her vaginal muscles clamp down tight, causing a delicious throbbing in her clitoris.
She continued browsing emails, thrilled at having made the decision to attempt this taboo act once again. She always began slowly, a button here, a zipper there, teasing her body until she would just go for broke. She knew that up until that breakaway point she could always back down if she heard a noise or saw someone walk by her door. She reveled in the act of working herself up to such a point that her pussy actually ached with need. It made her feel so slutty. Once she reached that point, it was all-out masturbation as she feverishly pleasured her throbbing womanhood to cum as fast as possible, knowing that if caught from that point on, the consequences could be quite severe.
She started by teasing herself through her clothing. While staring at an email on her screen, her hand softly squeezed her breasts through her shirt and bra, her mind focused on the pleasurable feelings, the email all but ignored. She loved the fullness of her breasts and how they completely filled her hand as she toyed and played with them, feeling the nipples becoming extremely hard. She considered her breasts to be one of her best assets, neither too small nor too large. In her mind, they were perfect. She adored the attention her lovers gave them.
She paused again, listening for sounds of people as she casually moved to the next email, not reading it. She could feel her need building as she unbuttoned random shirt buttons in between each email. Ten minutes later, her shirt was pulled out of her pants and all the buttons where undone. With the buttons no longer holding the shirt together, her breasts forced the shirt apart at the top. Her fingernails lightly grazed over her exposed cleavage sending little shivers down her body as the pressure within her built to an almost unbearable level.
She paused yet again to listen to the sounds of the building, knowing that the time was near; she would not be able to hold back much longer. Slowly, her fingernails slid down between her breasts, over her bra snap and down her trim belly, spreading her shirt open all the way to the waistline of her slacks. She shivered, feeling goose pimples raise on her body. Her hand started back upward, her fingers pausing just long enough to undo the snap on the front of her bra before continuing up to her neck. Her breathing was coming faster and harder as she flattened her warm hand against the soft skin of her neck and slid it down to cup a bare tit in her hand. That simple act of holding her exposed breast in her hand, the extended nipple poking into her palm, was enough to take her to the point of no return.
She abandoned the pretense of reading email and closed her eyes, pushing herself all the way back into her chair. She concentrated on the intense feelings flowing through her as both of her hands began to explore her body. Her right hand slid slowly into her opened wool slacks, inching down inside her silk panties. She gasped as her fingers touched her aching slit. She was absolutely drenched. Her slippery juices instantly coated her long fingers as she ran them down inside her crease.
It turned her on so much knowing that her sex was so wet and swollen here in her office, a place she did business day in and day out. This was the place she held meetings, met clients, dictated to her secretary, and put in all those long hours to ensure a successful career.
If they only knew...
The thought of a co-worker or a manager seeing what she was doing now, in this supposedly non-sexual workplace, drove her wild with lust, making her moan softly.
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Charlie could not believe his luck. He had just been walking down the hall on his way to the copier room, his mind wandering here and there, when he heard a soft moan. He thought it came from Amanda's office, and he approached her door. It was slightly ajar, only an inch showing into the room beyond. He peered through the small opening, almost gasping aloud when he spied her rubbing and playing with her bare breasts with one hand while her other hand was buried deep in her slacks. Her shirt was open, her bra spread open in the front and hanging at her sides. He stared in shock.
Oh dear God
