It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the screen as I wrote report after report based on the mountain of paperwork pressing down on my glass desk, right next to the hand sanitizer. I slowly adjust my glasses and my mask, this thing I can barely breathe in, but I have to wear it for better or for worse.
The heat is starting to press on me as the Sun shines right through the window of my office in all its midday glory. Small beads of sweat appear on my forehead as I shift a little in my seat, the outer heat only adding to my inner one, my nylons brush against eachother as I recross my legs, the faint sound sending a shiver through my body. Fuck I am so horny, damn this disease, it's been months since I've had any human contact, since I've felt the warm soft skin of another woman against my body, my heavy breasts against hers, her lips on mine, since I've tasted the sweet nectar of a cumming pussy. All these thoughts flooding into my head, my arousal growing with the heat pouring down on me, a damp spot forming in my black lace panties, all the while as my hands never stop typing away, the rhythmic sound of the keyboard almost drum like echoing through the silent room in contrast with the turmoil inside my body.
But the Sun moves along and takes its heat with it, the stack of folders on my desk diminishes as the hours pass and I finally reach the end of another long day. As my computer shuts down I stand and stretch my body feeling that small euphoria as the blood rushes through my strained limbs. I straighten my knee long pencil skirt and adjust my make up as well as my hair, grabbing my purse and head out as the office lights close behind me. The elevator plays its music as it slowly descends; I lean against the side and stare at myself in the huge mirror at the back. 'Not bad' I think to myself as I admire my hourglass figure in my usual grey business suit, always the same suit every day, company policy, but I looked damn good in it, the blouse framing my DDs, showcased by a generous but still decent cleavage, my wide hips and my bubbly ass stretching that tight pencil skirt showcasing my long legs.
I was an early bloomer, my breasts developing at an early age making me quite popular among the boys in my school and the object of scorn among the girls. During high-school my ass and legs started to attract as much attention as my breasts from both the student body and some of the teachers. I could say I enjoyed all the attention even the jealousy looks, sometimes when I guy would check me out I would smile and even blow him a little kiss making his girlfriend shoot daggers at me with her eyes and then scorn him for looking, poor guy. Yes I know, I was evil that way but truth be told I wasn't into guys and that was a closely guarded secret. My family was traditional and we lived in a small town where everybody knew everybody so I had to be very careful. The people were nice but they weren't exactly tolerant when it came to sexual preferences. I'm sure there were other gay boys or lesbians but we all put up a façade in order to avoid being social outcasts. This however led to an interesting fact that I was still a virgin after high-school. Of course I did masturbate by rubbing my clit when I was home alone but I never had anything inside my pussy. I made sure my prom date drank enough alcohol in order to be content with a quick handjob after which he quickly passed out. Of course he thought he actually had sex with me and since being a virgin is equally as bad for one's reputation I played along.
And thus came the big day when I was off to college in a far far away city where nobody knew me and I could have my fresh start. Boys still cheeked me out, cat called and whistled and of course the jealous looks from their girlfriends were still there. However I noticed other kind of looks from some of the girls, lustful ones, they smiled and even blew me kisses to which of course I smiled and blew kisses back. I was actually flirting with other girls out in the open and nobody seemed to care. Being able to express myself and be who I am without worrying about what other thinks or my social status was a huge relief. Needless to say I wasn't a virgin for much longer. A few months into my freshman year I found myself bend over my English professor's desk, Mrs Jones, a tall woman in her late 40s with a weakness for pretty girls. She pulled my skirt up and lowered my panties, giving my ass a hard slap before plunging her 8'' strap-on deep into me. The pain was excruciating but after a few thrusts it was a long forgotten memory as pleasure filled my body making me beg to be fucked harder and deeper which of course the good professor was more than happy to oblige. She was very skilled with the fake cock making me have my first orgasm of the evening in a matter of minutes. That was also the night when I fell in love with strap-ons, and I knew I had to have one inside me as often as possible. They are so much better than the real thing and the best part is they never go soft as Mrs Jones demonstrated by fucking me over and over like a machine for an hour straight leaving me trembling with my brain turned to mush my thighs coated in my juices as I had lost count of how many orgasms I had.
The next day I could barely walk feeling soreness between my legs but it was a pleasant one, drawing a few winks from some girls who clearly recognized the cause the cause of my limping making me blush but also very excited. That became a ritual, every Thursday evening in Mrs Jones's office I would get my weekly fucking. She wasn't very much into kissing and romantic stuff, she was there to fuck me and I was there to get fucked and that was fine by me. I knew that she fucked a student every day at same hour, which I found out by observing other girls walking with the same limp as me after leaving her office. I also joined a sorority where I had my first taste of pussy as I had to pleasure each and every one of them in order to get accepted as I was pleasured in turn in the following years by the new pledges.
The elevator's ding as it reached the bottom floor pulled me back from my trip down memory lane and as I moved I noticed the damp spot in my panties returned and it seemed a bigger this time, fuck I was so horny. I smiled and waved good-bye to the handsome security guard who smiled back and wished me a good night as I made my way out of the building. Fuck I would have ridden his cock so hard at that moment but the thought had no effect on me even in my high state of arousal so I made my way into the street, the cool evening air helping to ease my burning need. I reminded myself to stop at the store to buy more batteries, I wanted my toys at full power tonight, mama was hungry.
As I exited the grocery store with my bag in my hand I noticed a red sign across the street which red VELVET in bright neon lights. Under it was a rather small door and next to it was a female security guard with a red face mask, an earpiece and a tablet in her hand. It was clearly a new club of some sorts. I glanced at it then I glanced down the street as my apartment was only two blocks away. I usually don't go to clubs, I don't even remember the last time I was in one, I was always focused on work and didn't have much of a social life. But tonight I found myself crossing the street towards the club even before my brain was realizing what I was doing, almost as if my body reacted on its own. I guess after all the months in quarantine and long workdays it was telling me it needed a break, I need it to let loose, blow some steam and have some fun. The security guard raised an eyebrow as she stared me down making me blush as I realized being in a business suit with a bag of groceries in your hand isn't exactly club attire.
"May I help you Miss?" she said in a neutral tone but I could still feel her gaze on me, I was too embarrassed at first to notice that she was staring at my breasts and not my face.
"Yes, I mean is this a new club?" I asked the obvious as nothing else came to my mind at the moment
"Yes Miss we just opened yesterday," she said in the same neutral tone, but now I did notice her eyes moving down my body making me blush more and hug the grocery bag tighter against my chest
