Tracey sat on the crowded train, heading for work in the dark of a winter's morning. As usual she had been up at some ungodly hour, ten minutes later than she should have been, and had to quickly shower and put on her grey suit ready for another long day in the office.
Tracey was still in a foul mood from the night before. Yet another night when Bryan had failed to satisfy her, this was becoming too much of a regular occurrence and Tracey could swear he was getting worse since they married last year. He hardly seems to last 5 minutes before cumming now and foreplay is just a distant memory!
Last night seemed like the final straw. She couldn't even be bothered to fake it to make Bryan feel better, once he had shot his load she just let him role off and go to sleep as she lay there frustrated as hell.
Tracey had always had a strange attitude to sex. She envied those women who unashamedly enjoyed sex. She certainly enjoyed good sex just as much as the next woman, but she had always felt wrong about satisfying her own urges when no one else was able to satisfy them for her.
As a teenager living at home with her parents Tracey had often lay in bed listening to the muffled moans and creaks coming from her older sister's bedroom, as she clearly had no guilty feelings about pleasuring herself. On one occasion Tracey's curiosity had even got the better of her and she had sneaked to her sister's door to get a better view. Her sister's door was open just a crack, but this was enough for Tracey to see her older sister laying naked on her bed with her legs spread wide and one hand working away furiously on her pussy, while the other played with her already oversized breasts.
Tracey knew this was wrong, but she was captivated. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she stood watching her sister indulging in these acts she always thought were so wrong. For the first time in her life Tracey slipped her hand down the front of her pyjamas and rubbed her hot moist pussy.
Tracey stared in awe as she watched her sister writhing on her bed, her face showing pure pleasure as she rubbed herself towards orgasm. Tracey's rate picked up as her sister started to shake on her bed, her legs spread wider and she was pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy at an ever-faster rate. Finally Tracey's sister let out a strangled cry as her back arched off the bed and she collapsed back down in quenched exhaustion.
That was nearly 10 years ago now and although Tracey had indulged herself on a few occasions she had never fully appreciated the joy of masturbation. Tracey was now a respectable and high-powered accountant and had recently married her university sweetheart. Her sex life with Bryan had always been ok, but never amazing and now after several very unsatisfactory nights of passion Tracey could not get the image of her older sister climaxing all those years ago out of her mind.
Tracey was ashamed to realise as she was sitting on the train in her smart grey suite, looking every bit the high-powered accountant, that she was getting horny. She could feel that her nipples were already hard and pressing against the silk of her blouse, while a warmth was spreading in her unsatisfied pussy. Tracey couldn't believe she was thinking this, but she couldn't wait to get to her office so that she could take advantage of her early start to satisfy herself before any of her colleagues arrived. The thought of masturbating at work was one that had never cropped up in her mind before, but now the idea gave her shivers of excitement.
When Tracey arrived at the office the place was deserted just as she knew it would be. She almost ran to her room and sat on her chair behind her desk. The anticipation had made her even hornier and when she put her hand to her breast she could feel her nipples were hard as bullets. Rubbing against them through her silk blouse sent an electric jolt through her body.
Tracey could feel her pussy was wet now and she couldn't wait a moment longer. She gave one final check that the office was empty and went back to her chair, sat back and put her feet up on her desk. She lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide. Her hands drifted between her legs and she rubbed her silky panties, feeling the heat eradiating from her wet hole.
Tracey pulled her panties to one side and gently circled her finger around her already swollen clit. Fleetingly the image of her older sister all those years ago flashed through Tracey's mind and she let out a moan as she teased her clit.
Already Tracey was lost in her thoughts. Images flashed through her mind over and over; her favourite film stars, past boyfriends, the toned black guy who works in the next office. Her mind was working overtime as her fingers found their way inside her desperate and aching pussy. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have her three fingers sliding in and out of her saturated hole. She used her other hand to rub hard on her clit, relieving all those months of frustration in one hot wet moment.
Tracey was fingering herself so hard she was almost being aggressive. The strength of her emotions surprised her, but it felt so good she didn't care. She was a beautiful woman of 6', with long legs and ample breasts and she had not been treated the way such a woman deserves, and finally she was allowing herself the indulgence her body craved.
Her whole body began to shake under the pressure of her building orgasm. Tracey let out hungry primal grunts as she rammed her three fingers into her throbbing pussy. She knew she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life and she was fully giving in to the sensations. Tracey let out a smothered cry as her climax took her over. She sat on her desk chair panting, with her legs spread in front of her rubbing her pussy more gently as she came down from the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Her hands were soaking and she realised her pussy had been gushing with all the excitement and unexpected attention.
Tracey looked at her desk clock and saw she had been indulging herself for half an hour and she only had a few minutes before the rest of her colleagues arrived. She looked at her flushed face and tousled hair in the mirror and made the necessary adjustments for the prim and proper accountant to be on show again.
That night Tracey made herself cum again as she lay in the bath thinking about her exploits in the office. She didn't know if she would ever risk it again, but she knew she always had the memory to fire her enthusiasm in the future.
When she arrived in work the next morning Tracey had a package waiting on her desk for her. When she opened it she found a video cassette, with a yellow note stuck to it simply saying "the overnight security cameras are not switched off until 08:30, we'll be in touch!"
Tracey's heart skipped a beat as she thought what this message could mean. She quickly shut her office door and put the cassette in the video player. As she had feared the video started playing showing her empty office. As she fast forwarded through the tape she saw herself arriving and sat watching in stunned shock as her entire act from the previous morning was played out in front of her.
No sooner had she turned off the video player when she received a call on her desk phone. She didn't recognise the voice on the other end, but she knew what they were calling about. "We've got the original, so don't bother destroying your copy! We liked what we saw and if you want to avoid all your colleagues knowing what you get up to you need to make sure you do what we want."
