I had all but given up on men. All they cared about was having a quick fondle and fuck. I have yet to find a man who could give me what I so desperately craved – hours of foreplay! Or, to be more precise, copious amounts of time fondling, rubbing, licking and sucking on my nipples!
You see, I have been blessed with VERY sensitive buds. So sensitive, in fact, that I cum repeatedly just from having them played with.
Oh, how I long to have them played with by an unselfish man. A man who understands what I want AND need. But where to find such a man? I began to believe that such a man didn't exist. I had all but given up on my search and contented myself with hours of play alone, in a bid to satisfy my lustful yearnings.
I would often fantasise about two men. Each with a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking me to heaven. But its never as good as the real thing could be – is it girls?
What was also compounding my feeling of frustration was the sweltering summer we were experiencing which would always make me feel on permanent sexual heat!
The hot sun meant less clothes, which in turn meant that my nipples were more visible to greedy male eyes. They would erect at the slightest thing and when they were hard they protruded by at least an inch! They would rub back and forth against my summer dresses sending exquisite feelings of pleasure and the urgent need for sexual release.
I worked in the city for a firm of stockbrokers. I spent my entire time in the data input department where I shared a large open plan office with about fifty other girls. At 39 I was probably the oldest by some way, but that didn't bother me. They all looked to me as a kind of mother figure – often there would always be one who came to me with boyfriend or husband problems. And I'd hear the same stories over and over again. Men!
Anyway, this particular week was hot and it wasn't helped by the fact that the air conditioning had broken down at the office. There we were, fifty perspiring female bodies. On one particular day at the office it was so hot that I decided to remove my underwear, when no one was looking, leaving just my thin summer dress for cover. It was all I could think to do.
Our work spaces were screened off so that we had a little privacy. The only person who had a view into my space was a girl, Katie, who had joined us at the beginning of the week. Her cubical opening faced mine from across the walkway.
On the first day Katie arrived I was unaware of her presence and for a moment, safe in the thought I would not be seen, I allowed my fingers the pleasure of rubbing my nipples back and forth through the material of my dress. I couldn't help it – they were itching to be felt and oooooh did it feel nice! When I opened my eyes I found Katie staring at me, or more precisely my nipples. It was quite clear that Katie was more than staring. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she was flushed. I could even see her own nipples erect. Her nose was twitching and her nostrils flared as if she could smell my sexual heat. We both looked at each other for a long moment, and then, flushed also, returned to my work.
From then on, whenever I saw her, she would always smile and, at he same time, her eyes would slowly wonder to my breasts. Her eyes would half close and she had a distant expression, as if she was imagining what my nipples must look like. What I found more disconcerting was that my nipples would respond and erect, causing her to stare even more insistently.
Now don't get me wrong girls, like all females, I have had the occasional fantasy about other women, but not in any serious way and I had definitely never ventured over to the other side, nor been tempted to. But Katie was causing something in me to stir. Maybe it was just the fact that I had been without for so long and craved the touch of knowing fingers, but either way my body was responding to her desirous looks.
To cap it all she was attractive. Dark long wavy hair, maybe 5'2" tall and, for a thirty something a very curvaceous body with a nicely rounded fleshy bum which would wobble about freely under her dress. But the best part was her breasts. They must have been 38C/D and judging by what I had seen her nipples were very long too.
I began thinking about her – what she must look like under that flimsy dress. When I got home at the end of the day I would rip my clothes off, jump on the bed and start to fantasise about what men would do to my body, but now my fantasies were turning to images of Katie – her body rubbing against mine, nipple to nipple, pussy to pussy! Ooooh, they were illicit feelings that would result in the best orgasms I've ever had – with or without a man. – My resistance was breaking down.
