"Oh good, she won't be back for a few hours." Chloe thought to herself as she flicked the computer on. Her superior, Yvonne, had just gone off to lunch with a client. Her company had a policy, personal computer use was strictly forbidden. However, her fiancee had been gone for almost 3 weeks and her only means of contact with him was via random emails. With the office door closed, excitedly, she clicked the INBOX open, and there waited a sexy little message. Her nipples hardened instantly as she began to read, "I'm missing you, you face, your smile, your blond hair, your tits, your pussy, and most of all your lovely, sensitive clit. I want you to touch yourself, and imagine my tongue at your pussy lips. Tracing up and down, pushing deeper with every lick. I hope to taste you soon. xxx." He always made her hot, but in his absence, she felt more lustful than ever. She craved a touch more now than ever.
As she closed out her account, she began day dreaming about his delicious cock, and how she wanted to lick, stroke and suck it, before ropey strands of cum splashed on to her lips and tongue. She reached between her thighs as she felt the dampness accumulate and saturate her panties.
She had to touch herself. What harm could it do? Yvonne would not be back for a while she thought. She slowly began unbuttoning her suit jacket, revealing her ample, firm breasts.
The feeling of the jacket slipping off her shoulders and the cool air con sweeping across her exposed flesh had made her pussy throb even more. Her jacket fell to the floor. She slowly unzipped her skirt, letting the material slide loosely over her hips, and dropping in a heap around her ankles.
She walked over to the black leather chair to release some of the pressure that made her pussy so tight with the urgency to be touched.