I never knew I was an exhibitionist... until...
I had been extremely excited all day at work. I even contemplated going to the ladies bathroom to release some of my pent up sexual tension. I knew if I was gone from my desk for more than five minutes I'd have several messages and someone would be looking for me... so I decided against that idea and tried to concentrate more on my work. I squirmed all day long. I couldn't sit still in my seat... I felt on fire!
I couldn't wait till I got home. I nearly bolted from my chair and ran to my car when the clock hit 5. I know my fellow employees thought I was insane... but they didn't have the urge to orgasm as I did... I had struggled with it the entire day. My panties became even more wet on my commute and it was hard for me to be attentive to the road. I let my hand slip down between my legs and as soon as my finger grazed my clit my body jerked. I opted to refrain for fear of getting into an accident. Only a few minutes more...
As soon as I pulled into the driveway... I got even more stimulated. My husband was home from work early. God... how I needed to feel him inside of me!
I strolled into the house and gave him a big smile. I sensed he was not in the mood for sex as soon as I wrapped my arms around him. He usually fondles me when I get home and gives me a passionate kiss and tells me he has missed me. Tonight was different. He had had a difficult day and stated he needed to relax before dinner. Dinner was the farthest thing from my mind...
I made my way back to the bedroom wondering just how I was going to cum without him knowing. I have never been an exhibitionist but at this moment... the thought intrigued me. My motivation and desire to cum could provoke me to do anything at this point!
I removed my clothes and slipped on a lavender satin robe and tied the belt. I retrieved my "Beaver"... a battery operated dildo that I used on occasion. I sauntered into the living room and donned an impish grin. He had no idea what I was about to do... or what he was about to experience.
I slowly sat down on one end of the sofa... he was on the other end. I carefully lifted my legs and placed them out in front of me allowing him a peak at my neatly groomed womanhood. I leaned my back against a pillow to give me support so I would be able to see his reactions. He watched me intently waiting for me to explain... I never spoke... my actions were going to illustrate what I needed from him...