Click, click, click went the button on the mouse, as Renee scrolled through the letter. She moved closer to the screen, fidgeting in her seat. The words written by her lover in the email made her hot. Actually the words were so hot, they made her horny. Renee knew she wasn’t supposed to receive personal email at work, but she couldn’t get through her day without some sort of word from him. He had been away on business for over a month, making reading this kind of letter even more difficult.
Click, Click, Click….”He thrust so hard into her, she fought to keep from falling off the bed, and her…..” The words she was now reading were describing in explicit detail their last encounter. He took her to the Hamptons for a long weekend, where they made love, no they fucked like two wild dogs for two days.
Renee finished reading his letter and didn’t think she could move off the chair. She felt her pulse racing, and knew her panties were damp. Did she dare? She had to if she wanted to concentrate her work again. Who would know?
Moving in the direction of the ladies room, her eyes moved over the room, noting the emptiness of most of the chairs. It was lunch time, and just about everyone was gone. Pushing open the ladies room door, she couldn’t wait to get into a stall.
Renee was glad she wore a simple skirt, and was even happier it was summer, so she did not have to wear cumbersome pantyhose. Closing the stall door, she moved quietly and raised her skirt and lowered her damp panties. She could smell her own sexual heat. Lowering herself to the john, she opened her legs to pee. If only she could drain her never ending desire to cum so often out of her system too.
She leaned back against the cool tiles, and moved her hand to her pussy. Her clit was still slightly engorged from this mornings self pleasuring. Her fingers pushed through her slit and into her pussy, where she felt the warm and sticky fluid that had already built up from just reading his email. God he could get to her, she thought.
She pulled some of the sticky wet from her pussy and moved it to her clit, adding the needed lubrication she enjoyed while she massaged it. Her clit seemed to swell almost instantaneously as she moved over it in a circular motion. She began thinking about the email, remembering his words, remembering what he said he had done to her in the Hamptons, and what he was going to do to her upon his return. He was such an intense lover. He was able to get to her through email, as well as over the phone.
Renee leaned back as far as she could, pushing her pelvis forward, and opening her legs even further. She moved her fingers slowly up and down her slit, thinking at the same time how she loved the feel of his tongue doing the same. Using several fingers, she pushed deep into her pussy and could feel the juices roll out of her as her fingers backed out. Oh God, I am so wet, she thought. Her movements began to accelerate and Renee made every attempt to remain as quiet as possible. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temples and knew she was so close to cumming.
Her pace now faster, she rubbed her clit harder and harder, thinking about the time he fucked her only with his tongue until she climaxed in repetitive waves. As Renee neared the final explosion, she heard the door open, but she could not turn back. She tried to stifle each breath, each moan, but as she made the final sweep into a mind-blowing climax, the door to the next stall was opened, and Renee let out the longest moan, followed by shallow panting.
“You ok in there?” the voice asked.
Renee panicked. Did whomever it was, hear her? She moved quickly and quietly towards sitting more on the john, peeling herself off the tiled wall.
“I’m fine, thanks.” Her words were mumbled, almost inaudible.
“Ok, just checking.” The voice said.
Renee sat quietly, not moving, almost frozen. When she was sure the person was finally gone, she stood, and pulled her moist panties back up. Fixing her skirt, she headed to the sink, and freshened up, before heading back to her desk.
As she left the bathroom, she again roamed the room for any suspicious eyes. There were known. She let out a sigh of relief and returned to her desk. Her afternoon was spent writing her lover, telling him of her bathroom adventures. Her hopes were to turn him on, as much as she got turned on.
