"So when you get off work tonight, you are going to let me trim up your kitty, right?" I can hear you breathing heavily on the phone.
"Yes, make sure you have everything ready. My hair is starting to grow back and it is itching." Even though you laugh at that remark, I can hear your labored breathing coming through my earpiece. Since you started being my own personal barber a couple of months ago, you have gotten turned on at the thought of shaving me. I know you are on the phone, stroking yourself. I was going to say something to you, but I was getting wet listening. The thought of you at your place, stroking yourself up and down to thoughts of shaving me was driving me wild. I could feel my kitty swelling and starting to get a bit gooey. When I don't think any of my coworkers are looking, I flick my thumb over my clit through my nylon jogging pants. I hope that if anyone did see, it looks as if it were accidental.
"You know, you should stop masturbating on the phone with me while I am at work. You know the sound of you getting off turns me completely on." I playfully chastise you, half serious. It is so hard for me to resist joining in with you when you stroke yourself and I can hear. It is just so sexy to me.
"You should take your ass in the bathroom and join me. You guys are done working for the night, anyway. Might as well get a nut on the clock, babygirl." I can hear your breathing growing heavier as you say that. I know you really want me to do it with you. What the hell... Most of the people I work with are gone home. On nights that we get done early, most people head off the clock and over to hang out at one of the casinos.
I look around and there isn't anyone else in the breakroom. I head to the bathroom to join you in your masturbation session. After checking to make sure all the stalls are empty, I head to the biggest stall in the back of the bathroom. I pull my pants down and get comfortable on the seat. Heck, no one seems to be in the building, so I pull off my top as well so that I can have access to my nipples as well. My nipples, an inch long when fully erect, seem to be fighting to be free of my black lace bra. It feels like heaven to give them some relief and pinch them.
I realize that I have to pee when I stop pinching my nipples. I was about to mute my cellphone so that I could hear you but you wouldn't be able to hear me pee, when the door to my stall popped open. I thought it was on accident, but the new girl at my job was standing there, watching me.
"Hey," I giggled nervously, "this stall is already taken." I waiting expectantly for her to close the door. But she just stood there, staring at my breasts. They were full and overflowing in my bra, nipples erect.
"Who are you talking to, " you ask. "Whoever it is, tell 'em to be gone so we can do this, baby." You always get impatient when you are ready to come. I want her to leave, too. My bladder is full. I am still turned on. My nipples are still hard. And she is staring hard at me, like she is checking me out.
"I heard you. I heard you on the phone talking sexy." She is walking into the stall, still staring at me. She is so big, that I am starting to get a little apprehensive. At 5'2, even though I am very busty with a big curvy ass and thick thighs, I am not all that big. She stands at least a foot taller than me with huge breasts and thick thighs. She always wears a lot of make up and tonight her red lipstick seems to be glaring at me. "Are you still talking sexy on the phone?" She is now standing over me, her skirt right in my face, her huge thighs straddling me.
