The previous post, a tweet, alludes to what I did at lunch today. I hope you’ve been using your imagination between then and now.
Business lunches find me bored, generally. Lunch today certainly wasn’t any different. I sang the praises of documentation, web presence, FAQs and more to gray-haired, paunchy men in ill-fitting suits.You know the type. Old-fashioned and out-of-touch, they addressed me as sweetie, dear and honey. I told them an infinite number of times why they continued to lose ground to the competition: cheeky, upstart bastards.
While they rolled the foreign concepts of SEO, blogging and more around their heads, I caught the eye of a handsome man two tables over. Tall, bald and dimpled, he exuded confidence. His finger bare, I knew that doesn’t mean anything. I wasn’t looking for a commitment, just a little lunchtime flirtation. Surrounded by colleagues, he winked surreptitiously to me. I smiled in return.
As I flirted and picked at my lunch, a dollop of salad dressing landed on my lip at the corner of my mouth. I watched my prey. I felt his gaze on me. I knew his eyes watched my lips and what was to happen. My pink tongue slid over my red-stained lips, and with a deft flick, removed the salad dressing. His eyes widened a feral grin spread across his face.
I turned my attention back to the bickering and dickering gentlemen at my table. One solicitously asked if I felt well. I looked pinched and drawn. I wanted to scream that I’m just fine, getting hornier and hornier as my mind wandered, dwelling on what I would do with my new flirtatious friend.
I squirmed in my seat. I thought of how I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to push his chair back and slide onto his lap and ride him. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, then slide my lips against his, plunging my tongue into his hot, wet mouth. I wanted to pull his shirt apart, not bothering to unbutton it. I wanted to send the buttons flying across the restaurant so I could free his chest to my marauding hands.
Thinking these thoughts, I lurched from the table with a half-hearted excuse and I hurried to the ladies room. I pushed into the first stall and locked the door behind me. I braced against the cool brick wall. I could feel the fever of desire spreading through my body, I knew my cheeks flushed crimson, highlighting the stark contrast of my dark hair and creamy skin.
My fingers bunched my sun dress into my hands and pulled it thigh high. I freed one hand from the folds of material and let it skid to between my thighs. I pushed two fingers into the hot, wet folds of my cunt. Serendipity smiled upon me today, the one day I decide not to wear panties beneath my dress. My fingers plunged in and out of my cunt. My fingers brushed against my clit.
Before I could judge the time lapse, I came hard on my fingers. I could smell the scent enveloping me. I continued to self-fuck and caress until another hard, powerful orgasm rushed through me. Sagging against the wall, I caught my breath and I could hear the sound of the lively bathroom around me.
As always, I licked and sucked my fingers clean. I blotted my cheeks and forehead with tissue and flushed it away. I exited, went to the sink and washed my hands. A wicked, knowing grin played upon my lips, and I was shocked to realize only five minutes elapsed.
I returned to the table and sat in time to see my flirtatious friend and his group had left. My lunch companions remarked on my healthy glow and less pinched look. I replied that sometimes you need to accept the inevitable and just fucking do it…
Kraak & Smaak: Squeeze Me (feat. Ben Westbeech): Plastic People (Bonus Track Version) [3:17]
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