While redundancies are in full swing, our bosses seem to have no problem spending a fortune on new a howler rooms...and believe me, they are magnificent.
I am Anna. I am 28, married, and not someone who would turn your head in a crowd. I'm not that tall and leggy, and my hair I'd not shining blonde, more a light brown, to go with my brown eyes. Boobs? Sorry, only a 34a, and even that might be over optimistic.
Nor am I a raging nymphomaniac, as many girls here seem to be. Oh I like sex, and while I may not think up new things to do, I'll try most things. My husband and I have sex twice a week.
So, to the matter in hand. You know how you always know when someone is looking at you? I spotted a co worker called Chris looking at me, not creepy, just ummm, well, nice!
I also noticed him smiling at me as he walked past my desk. I would smile back...nothing more to it. Then one day, he smiled, walked past and walked into the new shower/toilet block. The thought just burst into my head 'I wonder if he's going to have a wank?' Now, I never, but never have thoughts like that, and the effect was like dynamite. Suddenly I was aroused. I don't mean getting aroused. I mean I actually felt my vagina elongating, and a flood of wetness between my legs. My boobs hardened so quickly it hurt..a lot....and that added to it. I gasped out loud which made several workers look at me.
I had to know. I went into the same block and took the room next to the only one that was locked. He had to be in there. Now, my hearing is incredible. I can hear bats squeak! Sure enough, I heard little sounds, and then, a whispered Anna.
I tapped on his door and said 'Chris, it's me.' A few seconds and he opened the door, his hard on clearly visible tenting his pants.
I walked in, locked the door, and pulled him to me.
The next half hour was us stripping each other, him masturbating me to three massive climaxes, far bigger than anything I can remember, And me, working his cock up so that it was hard as steel,
Oh I finished him, but not in a way I can write about here I think.
Back at my desk, I smelled of sex.
When I got home, my husband found out what 'spontaneity' means.....several times.
I would never in a million years have thoughts would ever do anything like that with anyone, even my husband. But maybe a quick fling is exactly what is needed to start the fires?
So, I was wondering, have any other women experienced this?