There are times in my life when I feel low; times when as an older woman my sex drive isn't at its highest. To redress the balance, there are also times, when, how shall I say this....... I can't get enough orgasms in a day, no really I can't.
I had been back from my holidays about three weeks, the daily bores in the office were really getting on my nerves and the weather was, as the weather often is in the UK, bucketing it down with cold rain. It's safe to say, this was not a high point in my year. Now usually at this gloomy, post summer time of year, I simply get my head down, try and ignore the rain and begin planning Christmas. Today though, I felt different, I had a need, an itch and that itch was so, so familiar. It was a deep itch, a twitching sensation between my legs, my pussy needed pleasure. It was not just familiar but needy, nor would it wait until I got home, to be resolved perhaps with Hubby, pre sex or alone in the bathroom, but now and sooner rather than later. This 'itch' was not going to go away and try as I might to fight it, it was here and it was getting more difficult to ignore.
"Are you ok, Jo?" Linda, my accounts manager asked, faking care in her fake clipped posh accent. Was I ok? Like she cared? Linda was all tight skirts, Louboutin shoes and spray tanned face. Speaking of faces, 'shit', was my face giving away my need to release the tension building in my knickers, so obvious? I squirmed, now, I guessed even more visibly on the swivel chair. I tried to fake a half smile hoping she would go......she didn't. Linda, still stood, hands on hips, head cocked to one side as if I owed her an answer.
"Well?" She questioned again, but with more a 'don't ignore me' tone in her voice.
"Yeah...........yes Linda, I'm fine," I smiled, well half smiled, "Just a bit uncomfortable, these chairs eh, not made for ladies?" I offered, by way of an explanation.
Linda, now satisfied with my reply, walked back to her desk, her annoyingly tight and very pert bottom, wiggling in her unfeasibly tight skirt. Annoying Linda was, but hell, she had a body built for sin and she knew it. 'Hot Linda' the guys in the office called her, behind her back, thought I guessed she knew that too and let's face it, they were right.
For the whole of the next hour, I somehow managed to keep myself busy with spreadsheets, phone calls, quick checks on Facebook, when no one was around, trying to blank out the feelings that were not just welling up inside me, but were now making my knickers wet as they rolled slightly, slipping between my lips, adding pressure to my already throbbing clitty. Oh God, I needed a release and I needed it soon, as I shifted and wriggled my bottom once again on my chair.
Now in some offices, you can come and go almost un-noticed, ours is not one of those. The minute you stand up from behind your 'acoustic divider,' there's a joke, even if going to the shared printer, the copier or a meeting, you get stared at by a dozen sweaty old men in 70's shirts with grubby collars, all reeking of cheap 80's aftershave and wearing 'novelty ties'. You can practically feel them undress you as you pass each desk, their fat hands 'clacking' away on keyboards or clutching mugs with 'witty' phrases on them.
There was no alternative, I was losing the ability to fight this, so gathering all my will power, I stood up, pulled my rather too short for work skirt down a little and taking a deep breath, I nudged my swivel-chair back and slipped from behind my desk, heading for the glass door that lead to sanctuary. When I say sanctuary, I mean the lobby and more, the ladies toilet.
Squeezing between intense stares and whispered comments, I negotiated the ten or so desks, passed Linda busy posing like the office pin-up she was, at the copier and closing the door behind me, breathed out an audible 'Phew.' I was safe, well for a while anyway.
The toilet was cold, someone had left the small window on the latch and rain and the occasional leaf, blew in and onto the cold, tiled floor. It also smelt of cheap air freshener and the sort of pump dispensed soap that could remove skin. Shutting the narrow window with a 'Clunk', I looked around the three open cubicle doors, 'Thank God,' I was alone, safe and could now find my relief. Stepping quickly into the cubicle nearest the wall, I locked the door behind me, rucked up the hem of my skirt and one foot on the toilet seat, I pulled my juice dampened knickers to one side with two eager fingers.
Oh God it felt so, so good. My fingers swirled gently around my clit, she was sensitive erect and throbbing. Then pulling my knickers out and away from my pussy, I spread my lips wide with two fingers and slipped one in, slowly and deeply, enjoying the hot wet comfort it gave. My feet shuffled to get better balance on the slippery toilet seat and tiled floor as I lent back, shoulders and head against the cubicle wall and began to ease another finger in deeper, allowing my wet lips to close around them. "Ooooh" I whispered softly as it slid in and out of my hole, Oh jeez, this was just what I needed and it was not something I wanted to rush now. I twisted my wrist a little, shifting my shoulders to get more comfortable, enabling my thumb to gently, stroke and rub my glistening juice slicked clit on each inward push. They pushed in with slippery ease, wedding ring deep and on each slow drag out, I allowed them to twist and swirl, touching as much of my gently clenching pussy and soft wet folds as I could. The feelings were intense, making my breathe come in soft deep sighs as they flowed through my body, tingling up my spine.
In no time at all my pussy, was no longer wet, she was dripping, my fingers on the occasions I took a second to look down, were covered in sticky juice and squelched quietly as they slid in and out. My juices at first clear and sticky, were now much thicker and turning slightly white and syrupy. The feelings were great, but I needed to take this slow wanking up a notch. I fumbled, with my blouse without unsettling the rhythm of my fingers and with some, ragging, managed to wriggle the fingers of my right hand, inside the cup of my bra to squeeze my big full breast and rub my erect nipple. "Oh that's good, so, so good." I gasped to myself, as the feelings intensified.
"Jo, Jo........Jo, are you in there, are you o.k.?" Linda questioned from outside the cubicle door and what felt like an inch behind my head.
Fuck! I daren't and to be honest didn't want to stop, but I also needed to get rid of her and fast. How the fuck had she crept into my private pleasure world without me hearing her?
"Yeah..........Yeah.... I'm fine Linda, just fine, thank you," I gasped, hoping this would send her back to her desk.
"Well you don't sound fine Jo," Linda insisted, "You sound anything but fine," her voice stern and teacher like, and with that I heard the door of the next cubicle creek open and the toilet seat drop down.
Right, all I need to do is slow it down until she's gone and I can pick up where I was, I thought.........wrong!
"JO!" Linda now shouted, not from the cubicle, but from above my head.
"Jesus Jo, what are you doing?" "OH MY GOD JO!" she practically screamed as looking up in horror I stared into the wide open eyes and railway arched brows of an open mouthed Linda.
