Frantic At Work

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Well fuck me, this is humiliating. Imagine meeting the man you’ve had a whole load of dirty fantasies about. Finally, instead of just watching him, you’re in a position where you could really get to know him. Except you can’t. You meet him because he walks in on you fudding yourself in the stationery cupboard. Great.  Seventy-five Minutes agoMe, head pressed against the cool metal shelf. Fuck, it’s piercingly cold against my skin, causing shivers. I’ve slipped my Ümraniye Escort hand over my panties. Soft and fresh. Rubbing the fabric against my lips, the wet patch must be visible. I can feel it spreading. I apply more pressure, feeling my juices oozing through the fabric. I picture him watching me with his jeans unfastened and hanging loosely around his hips. He isn’t everyone’s type, you know. Handsome with a fantastic head Ümraniye Escort Bayan of hair, fit to a point but with a sexy dad bod. I am crazy about that. He’s filled my fantasies for months and we haven’t even spoken yet. Yet. Hiking my skirt up and shimmying my underwear down my legs, I can smell my own arousal, musky and sweet.Fuck – that’s better – I lift my foot up onto a low shelf. Great angle, oh yes. I’m picturing Escort Ümraniye him taking his cock out of his grey Armani boxers now. Of course, he wears Armani –he wears the best of the best. I noticed the label when he bent over to tie the laces of his Nike Airs at the last team building day. The deodorant he wore then is imprinted in my memory, occasionally I get a whiff and it sends me back then. Grinding myself down against my hand, I whimper. In my mind he starts to stroke himself, telling me I’m “such a good girl.” That right there melts me. I’m now frantically humping my hand. In my fantasy, he has commanded me to go faster, harder. The heal of my hand is mashing against my clit as I gasp and sweat. So close. Biting my lip to suppress my moans, it feels so good.