It was perhaps the hottest day of my life. My boyfriend had left me really excited as we said goodbye with a passionate kiss, caresses and touches included. Those wet caresses with our lips on the back of my neck and neck made me feel great. To feel his hands entertaining my body, stimulating my buttocks, squeezing my breasts, surrounding my waist and rosing my fiery vagina webcam sexy free. It really left me wanting to fuck him in the parking lot before I had to say goodbye to him to let him go to his work and me go up to my office in that same building.
I would tuck in my long hair to tangle it behind my neck and go up the elevator to the floor where my cubicle would be. There I greeted my colleagues, drank coffee almost as hot as I did, and sat in the office chair behind my desk, turning on the computer where I would have to do my day's work.
But the hours passed and the work did not appear. Everything pointed to one of those overwhelming, horribly boring days when there would be nothing to do. And my mind was flying, navigating the erotic fantasies that appeared in my memory, because of how touchy I was.
Then I opened the chat and found it connected. It was about that guy I would have amateur sex chat met months ago in a café far from home, on one of the trips I used to take with some friends, in the days when I had broken up with my boyfriend over an old argument.
-Hello, handsome. -There would be the bubble of conversation completely maddened by the desire feelings my body was experiencing that day, waiting for its longed-for response. Seconds just passed and he answered me.
There was no turning back, the prank was in progress. First we started chatting banally, like you talk to any friend you haven't heard from in a long time. But little by little the conversation grew in tone. The questions went from "How did it go?" to "What do you usually do on a boring day at work?"
-I like writing and reading erotic stories. -I would answer him, opening up the game of seduction that would precede us. -Why not make a story of your own? -I'd like to. -He told me milf pornostars that he had not been able to forget that day when we met, praying every morning to be able to repeat it. Making me remember at the same time what had happened in that cafeteria in the outskirts of the magic town where I had so much fun, where he conquered me with his beautiful smile, his kind attitude and that strong muscular body sculpted by the same gods he was carrying.
-I would like to repeat it. -He wrote sincerely, describing to me a fictitious scene in which we were in the city again, looking at each other and falling in love again. Making me fantasize about the idea of meeting again, hiding in the cellar of his café to fuck like hungry beasts devouring each other.
When all those memories began to make me feel even hotter and more excited like a tender fawn in heat, forcing me to touch my crotch secretly under my desk, while my companions chatted nearby, at the mercy of someone who could discover me in that intimate moment.
I felt bad for my boyfriend, in a way it was like being unfaithful to him, even if it was only with words. It didn't matter that the guy I was flirting with was literally hundreds of miles away, knowing full well that I would never see him again, and that those writings would not go beyond the chat box.
-What are you wearing? -I wondered, knowing what was coming. Answering in all sincerity, I began to describe to him my purely classical office dress, which consisted of a white blouse that was a little transparent because of the thinness of its fabric. A formal gray jacket that accentuated my narrow waist and a short skirt made it look good. High black heels chat with mature women with a red sole, and finally a pair of magnifying glasses that I needed without a doubt to read on the computer.
-You must be as pretty as the day I met you. Send me a picture of how you look right now. I need to see you. Like we're meeting again. -He wrote agonizingly slowly, attaching a picture of him, live, taken directly from the chat room, from a desk in what appeared to be a classroom.
-Where are you? -Where's the cafeteria? -I immediately questioned him when I saw the scene around him. -I'm resuming my master's degree in finance. -I'm not... -He answered, adding that he had started a couple of months ago, right after he met me. He claimed that I had inspired him to finish his career.
The guy knew how to seduce me, and he was as handsome as the day I met him, maybe even better. Mature suits him. He's still got those big, beefy arms and that prominent chest. Not to mention those bright, clear eyes and his spectacular smile.
I'm sure it didn't take much to get me out of my good mind because I was already so hot. But the guy was really cute and he was making me remember what a great time I had had in his arms, fantasizing about how good we could make out if we met again.
With that, my mind would end up clinging to sanity and I would start flying in his words, imagining that longed-for fantasy memory in a fictitious place, where we would intertwine in a passionate kiss like the one my boyfriend would give me just that morning, which was still clinging to my lips feeling his hands caressing my whole body on my skirt, my blouse and all those clothes getting in his way.
Almost without knowing it, my hands were already pressing hard on the rigid fabric of my skirt, trying to reach my hot vagina that was cheering to be comforted, desiring all that erotic material that entered through my eyes exciting me more and more with every word.
-Let me see some more. I want to see your heart beating for me. -The boy wrote, not satisfied with the photo I had sent him from the webcam showing him my face of complete excitement with a seductive ademan licking my lips for him.
I looked up nervously from the side of the monitor in front of me, trying to identify my office mates who were stomping around doing their jobs or hanging out in their cubicles.
I unbuttoned my blouse a little, followed by mature women masturbating videos one more button and a third one to open the garment up to the height of my breasts, covered by a transparent and sensual white lingerie, when one of my colleagues passed by. Dead scared, I closed my blouse trying to fit it with my hands around my neck.
My heart was pumping hard, I was really terrified of being discovered. I had never done anything like that before at work, but at the same time that panic that made me tremble was just as intense as to incite even more desire in my body, exciting me to uncontrollable levels.
I quickly opened my blouse like a superhero, and after taking a beautiful shot of my breasts through the camera on the screen, I hit the send button, to button my clothes again.
-Look at how you've set me up with that beautiful picture. -He wrote back to me attaching a picture of his crotch lifting a magnificent erection from his long penis under his pants.
That had finished my anxiety. Looking at him as hot as I did, I had filled myself with the desire to touch myself to finally satisfy the needs of my body that I felt so much. So I got up from my chair pretending to adjust my skirt, spying on my friend and colleague on my left lost in his computer, my friend on my right writing on his mobile phone and my colleague across the street absent from work as was his habit, and then returned to my seat not before pulling my skirt up to my hips.
-What are you doing? -Why don't you answer me? Was it too much? -I kept wondering, not knowing that I was actually getting more comfortable. -No, not at all. I really liked the photo, I also really like what you write. I love knowing that I can put you like this. -I answered waiting for an answer with my hand subtly massaging my wet pussy over my black lace panties.
A short time passed when he responded with a short video of his hand squeezing the long packet stretched under his pants without writing a single word. Seeing that daring video, my heart raced. I played it back a couple of times looking at and remembering that glorious penis that I once owned, while he touched my increasingly wet pussy as my fingers passed over my lingerie.
-You're crazy. -You're not afraid to do it at your school? -I reproached him. -More crazy you have me, princess. -He would answer me right away, making sure no one paid attention to what his hands were doing under his belt.
And the conversation went on. That guy kept making me hotter and hotter with his words and his quips and with those short videos showing me how he stimulated himself, giving me at the same time visual material to do the same with my body, masturbating firmly all the lips of my hot soaked vagina and my erect clitoris still hidden under the wet lace looms.
Then I couldn't stand it anymore. I paused a little, looked around in panic and with my nerves on edge, to get back on my feet. My companions were still in their respective worlds, almost as if they did not know I existed. Still, I was scared to death of spying on them carefully as I pulled down my skirt again, this time sliding it down at my feet. Then I put my thumbs under the elastic of my transparent black panties and as I sat down, I pulled them down to my ankles, all in the same movement.
Without wasting time, I returned to the chat room, now pleasantly stimulating myself with my left hand in my naked vagina. As I felt my fingers on the bare skin of my vaginal lips I immediately knew that I would end up in a strong orgasm. I was wet as never before, I felt the pulsations of my sex beating at the rhythm and intensity that my heartbeat was about to burst in my chest, because of the frightening feeling of panic knowing that at any moment I could be caught touching myself at work by one of my colleagues, whom I could hear in the vicinity almost all the time.
The feeling of sensuality and extreme excitement overcame me, I really needed it. I fantasized about the words of my beautiful and seductive confidant, masturbating to the erotic videos of his hard core being squeezed with passion, peeking out of his pants, not caring that he was in the middle of a class. While my fingers were sinuously engaged in giving me pleasure and not stopping until I came, as I needed it so much, caressing my lips with tenderness, playing with my sticky intimate juices around, welcoming them before putting them in imagining that they would be his phallus penetrating me hard and deep.
I just couldn't resist any more, I was hot as ever and I couldn't stand it any more, I was on the edge, it was about to come to me, I felt like I was about to pee myself. But then my partner from the cubicle across the street showed up, late as usual.
I looked at him sideways, without taking my hand out of my hot vagina, sure that I was nowhere near making me run like hell. But then, that irresponsible guy, formerly in front of me, now suddenly shows up in my cubicle, asking me for an old job from an old project.
I was shocked, jumping up and down, frightened and laughing with nerves, as I pulled my wet hand out of my crotch, feeling as if my heart were going to the jugular, hanging myself with anguish. -Let me. -I asked her nicely, trying to wipe the wet fingers of my hand, rubbing it on the side of my leg and smearing my sexual secretions on it.
Then I hurried as fast as I could to attend to my partner, desperately looking for the requested file among the computer folders, getting as close as I could to my desk to hide my inferior nudity in it. When a pop-up window appeared at the bottom of the window.
It was a new minimized chat message on the taskbar. It was a new video from that guy who had me so hot. I was so excited that I couldn't wait a second, I just couldn't concentrate on my task without first finishing the work I had left half done on the most intimate part of my body.
I wanted to leave my partner waiting, I just wanted to go to the bathroom to finish having that orgasm that was hanging from the tip of my pussy. I felt my vagina really wet and dilated, like I was about to pee after holding it in for hours.
But I couldn't leave it like that, I had no excuse, I had already found her document. I immediately sent it to print and told my partner to go and pick it up at the printer at the end of the corridor, thinking that he would leave me alone so that I could finish as I needed to. But the poor bastard stood there, smiled at me and asked me if I had a job, as if trying to start a conversation.
And to finish off my nerves he sat down on the chair in front of my desk, unaware of what was going on below my waist, and what could happen in the intimate confines of a lady like me. But I couldn't be rude, it would be one thing to send him hints to get out of here, it would be quite another to tell him directly to let me masturbate at will and that I would attend to him later.
I'm sure he would have thought of running out of there and attending to him after I had attended to my body's needs, but he couldn't, because my skirt was on the floor and my panties were with it. Besides, taking advantage of the moment, the very inhuman had thought of asking me for another copy of another document, according to him, so as not to bother me later.
And my legs were shaking like unbearable sexual chills, my heart was pumping hard, I was sweating all over the place, my breath was shaking and my vagina was throbbing like those female days of cold bladder weakness.
That's when I felt it, I was sure it would make me right there. I still didn't know if it was the excitement, but I really felt like I was going to pee on my nerves, while I pretended to look for his silly file on my computer, when in reality what I was doing was playing the newly arrived video of my lover, who was transmitting me, now from the bathroom of his university, showing me his tremendous hard and swollen cock like a pink meat sausage, wet and delicious, white and clean as to give him a good suck before embodying it to the depths of my body.
And I was sweating like never before, my throat had dried up and I was shaking uncontrollably trying to keep my composure in front of my partner, who wouldn't leave, while my vagina was dilating more and more, relaxing my pelvic muscles which were hardening strongly so that the orgasm I was struggling to contain didn't slip away, and that demonic sensation of wanting to urinate which forced me to squeeze every muscle in my vagina harder to avoid making myself there.
When suddenly I got another video of my secret lover, showing me now how he masturbated languidly, squeezing his hard slimy, blushing trick with extreme pleasure to my delight. I was envious of the one I was feeling. Happy he who could touch himself at ease, I could only look and hold on, try to resist just a little longer. Puckering my pelvic muscles at the same time trying to stimulate me with my crossed leg thighs in front of my wet vagina.
But it was impossible, I couldn't stand it one more second, I felt that I was peeing and coming at the same time.
So I switched the cross-legged position, putting as much pressure on it as I could, strangling my vagina with my hard thighs, while trying to tighten the muscles of my pelvic floor, trying to retain the sticky secretions that were leaking between my vaginal lips. I was in over my head and I couldn't do anything, it was too late to try and run away, and my stupid partner wouldn't get out of the chair.
I was rushing to write down the relevant papers and quotes with my trembling hands before sending them off, breathing heavily, flickering with nerves and excitement. While under my desk I pressed and retracted my legs, crossing my ankles and squeezing them tightly when closing them, overlapping my knees with each other, while squeezing and contracting my pelvic muscles agonically, trying to calm my anguish, yet masturbating at every contraction. Watching over and over again the private erotic video that my beautiful confidant had sent me from a distance. Fantasizing about his phallus being held up and down by his virile hand in front of the camera. Remembering his caresses, and those of my husband, all that seduction and wordplay, the infidelities, the secrets, and the doing of it in the office in front of my friends and colleagues.
And I couldn't take it anymore. At that moment I felt my vagina bursting without even touching it with my hands, feeling it fill with lubrication pushing all my games out of my hot cavity, squirting through my thighs, staining the chair until it fell drop by drop to the carpeted floor that absorbed the watery sounds of all that long ejaculation slowly and constantly secreting that thick, hot pleasure liquid wetting all my legs and flowing down to my calves.
I just bent my head over the computer keyboard, pretending to cough, when in fact I was containing deep moans of pleasure, feeling my little clam expand by opening its pink carnal walls, thus finally releasing all that uncontainable sticky and transparent torrent that emanated from the confines of my private intimacy, making me come as I so much acclaimed, for the first time in my life, without using my hands for that purpose.
So, while the printer was inking the last pages of the paper in the distance, at the bottom of the floor corridor, I was finally telling my partner that I was done. Without him knowing it, hinting in both senses of the word.
-I'm done. -I said to my companion exhaling in agony the words completely satisfied with the tremendous orgasm that he had given me. -You have made me finish. I was writing to my long-distance lover in the last line of the chat, before relaxing my ankle-soaked legs, opening them in my wet chair, under my confident and protective desk, relaxing my body while my comrade at work finally went off to his cubicle without ever knowing what had happened, having made me come in spurts without hands.
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