It was a hot hot day in the middle of a hot hot summer and it was nearing the end of the working shift. Lindsay stretched her legs under her desk, thinking about getting out of there. She had been feeling horny all afternoon, ever since reading about the 2 teachers who got sacked for having sex in the classroom after school.
'Where was the harm in it?' she thought – two consenting adults making love. It wasn't as if it was in front of the kids – it was only the janitor who had seen them. But those tabloid papers always love going into too much detail – saying how they did it, when, where, how they were caught and how 'he was the only man who has ever made me so happy'! Thinking about them having hot, naked, spur-of-the-moment sex made Lindsay horny. Its exactly the sort of thing she would never do, but the thought of it got her repressed libido racing. To make matters worse, shortly after that she had gone on a buying trip with Josh, the new young guy from administration that she had been working with closely for the last few weeks. He was a swimmer and very cute and funny. Probably 10 years younger than she was, and full of himself. But not too cocky, just the type who made all the girls swoon. Of course, as a happily married woman, she was above all that…
He had flirted with her and that made her feel good. She was in her early 30s, but could pass for mid 20s. Her body was in very good shape thanks to hours in the gym, and her long brown hair framed a pretty face still harbouring those girlish freckles. He was a big guy, about 6'4", and clearly worked out. He had a cheeky broad smile and his short mousy hair made him seem even younger than he was. Although she had never cheated on Neal, her husband, she had been thinking about what it would be like to be with a young, strong man. Neal was in his mid-40s, and a good man who offered security, he made her laugh and she loved him, but she was in her sexual prime and her mind wandered from time to time.
The clock was ticking over to 5.30, and she hadn't done a thing for the last hour since getting back from the trip. She was hot and flustered. Then the phone rang – external call.
"Hello – its neal, I just called to see how you are"
"Hey there – I was just thinking about you", then in a whisper "I'm so hot, can you get off work soon so we can go home and screw?"
"Whoa baby, I don't know what you've got on your mind, but it sounds exhausting!"
"I just got a little horny and lonely and want to get with my big guy"
"Oh Linds I'd love to, but you know this project cant wait – I've got to finish it this week, and that means ploughing through this for a long time yet tonight"
She put on her spoilt little girl voice: "pleeeaaassseee – you know how horny I get!"
"Look, I'd love to, but you know I have to do this. Sorry baby" came his curt reply.
"OK forget it then, but get home as soon as you can!" She put down the receiver.
Lindsay sat there for a couple of minutes, feeling frustrated but not getting rid of the heat between her legs. What to do? She could go home and pull out the dildo Neal bought her last Christmas and spend half an hour by herself on the bed, or maybe put one of their porno films on, but that meant sitting on the stinking hot bus for half an hour, cramped in by strangers.
So instead she did something she had never done before. Whilst her computer was hidden from the view of people in the corridor, anyone walking into her corner could see it. She clicked opened her internet explorer, through to yahoo, and searched for 'big cocks'. She flicked through to one that took her fancy. Sure enough pictures of massive cocks filled her screen, and set her pulse racing. Whilst Lindsay was no easy lay, she had been with enough men in her time to know a big cock and how good it felt. She flicked from image to image.
A tiny redhead eyes closed, being shafted from behind by a huge cock; whilst barely getting her mouth round a thick black rod.
A beautiful blond staring into his eyes as the head of a huge black cock nudged her pussy lips open.
A pretty little Asian girl getting reamed by a monster cock, eyes shut and her head hanging back over a table.
Lindsay could feel the heat rise between her thighs, could feel the moisture building in her pussy as she shut the computer down. There were beads of perspiration running down her back, under her bra strap. She was so hot, she couldn't settle. What to do? Her hand moved from the desk to rub her shoulders. Her skin felt so alive, she traced her fingers down her chest to her breasts. She only had on a thin white silk bra underneath her cream blouse. The nipples were rock hard. She slowly dragged her finger over the curves of her breast, over the top of the nipple, and gave a little sigh as it sprung back into place.
Her fingers continued down, over her taut tummy as she reclined in her chair, with her back to the corridor. The soft exploration of her body continued, past her navel and down over her belly. Onto her legs, a little ticklish, but as her skirt had hiked up her thighs, she could soon run her fingers past the hem and up the smooth skin of her thighs. She spread her legs, just slightly to get better access to her panties. With one finger, she traced a line along her inner thigh, then over the elastic of her panties and across her hairs, then down, following the dampening line of her slit.
No one could see what she was doing. Could they?
God; she was dripping wet, she leant even further back in the chair, spreading her legs wider, the smell of her sex wafting to her nose. Her fingers worked down, between her thighs. She could feel the heat coming from her pussy lips, it was on fire. As she rubbed softly, her touch brushed past her clit and a little gasp of excitement escaped her mouth.
Suddenly she heard a sound behind her and shot her head around, but it was people walking down the corridor to the front door, their backs to her. She had forgotten where she was for a minute. How could she do this at work? But could she stop? – she was so horny, she was past caring. She wouldn't be in this job forever, so if someone saw her, so what? She was planning on quitting soon anyway, she had few friends there, and no one ever came to see her in her little office off the main corridor.
So she continued, her fingers not so soft now, rubbing her soft flesh through her white panties, the moisture building up and making the material damp. She could feel her thighs getting wet as her finger spread her juices. Then Lindsay drew her fingers up, inside her skirt and down the front of her knickers. They worked their way down inside the material, over her mound and found her burning slit. She worked a finger inside herself, slowly pushing it in, then drawing it out, brushing past her clitoris; making her nipples strain against her bra. She worked another finger into her hole, and moved them faster as her heart beat raced. Her juices were soaking her fingers and the odour filled her nostrils. There were beads of sweat building on her forehead, and she could feel her face get flushed.
