How the thought of a friend's damaged wrist made me horny.
Yes, bit of an odd one, this. I went to work and spotted a male chum with his wrist in a support so I naturally enquired as to whether he was badly hurt, how he'd got the injury and so on, and the inference was that he'd been wanking far too hard! We had a laugh about it, went our separate ways...but I got to thinking about this young man and just what he'd done to himself. He's a sexy fellow, easy on the eye and hey, a woman can dream about the contents of his trousers.
My pussy gave a twinge, a sort of primitive nudge. I was starting to feel horny and the more I tried to distract myself the worse it became. It didn't help that every single song on the radio seemed to have been hand picked for the situation! The thought of my saucy young chum wanking his stiff manmeat was too appealing- I just HAD to get myself off and quickly.
I shot upstairs to the loos, the only place where I could be guaranteed some privacy. My jeans hit the floor followed by my panties, my questing fingers parted the hot, wet lips of my aching pussy and I stuck three right up my hole, using my thumb to tease around my clit. I was sooooo juicy, and I knew it wouldn't take much to tip me over the edge.
All the while I thought of him wanking. Visualized his facial expressions, imagined him groaning as he spurted his cum, and my fingers were working hard, flicking my clit, rubbing, tweaking...oh yes, then I felt it, the beginning of an enormous orgasm that sent powerful waves of pleasure right through me and had my pussy pulsing and clenching for ages after.
And all because of a wrist support!