Jan. A fictional story

Janet's hands shook as she placed the book on the worktop. She couldn't do it again, not after last night. Having spent half the night reading and masturbating she had finally fallen asleep as the faint light of a new day was filtering through the bedroom curtains. She had to leave for work in half an hour and she was already exhausted. Why she had not discovered Ms Friday's books sooner was a mystery, having worked in publishing for so long she was normally quite well informed about such things, but this time she had slipped up and now it felt like she was somehow making up for lost time. The fantasies that the women had contributed to the books were amazing. She was drawn back again and again to one particular letter. A woman had written of having dared to mention to her friend that she enjoyed masturbating and to her surprise the other girl admitted that she did too. After a long discussion, they had ended up doing it together in the same room and had both enjoyed the experience hugely. Janet kept imagining the scene, and how she would feel in the same situation. The idea of watching and being watched, of listening and being heard was more arousing to her than anything she had previously read. She had never felt as utterly sexual as she did that morning. She stuffed the book into her bag and tried not to think about the darkened room and the two women pleasuring themselves. Her job required concentration and she had a task that needed finishing today. The early morning passed easily enough. The urgent job got finished and by 11 she could afford to relax a bit, so she strolled over to the coffee machine and made herself a cup. As she sipped, she looked across the office at all the other women sitting at their desks. She wondered if any of them harboured the same love for masturbating that she did. She wished there was a way she could find out. God, even the word made her stomach flip. Janet sighed as she walked to her workstation. Her mind was now back to the two women in the darkened room and even before she sat at her desk she knew she had to read the letter again. Though she knew it by heart, the fact that she was reading another woman's words was a compelling reason to once more open the book. But not here, not where she would be disturbed. She grabbed her bag and made her way to the toilets. They appeared to be deserted, thank God, and she immediately headed for one of the end cubicles. Quickly closing the door, she slipped her panties down and sat. Taking the book from her bag, she turned to the page and leaned back against the wall, her right hand moving between her legs as her eyes skimmed the familiar text. "We kept the room darkened, but there was enough light to see legs spread, hands moving, and the sounds........the squishy sound of fingers moving in wetness." Janet began to touch herself, lightly at first, her fingertips tracing the edge of her sex, knowing that her own wetness waited within, but delaying the moment when she would slip inside. She found that the panties around her thighs, restricting her access, added to the excitement. A sigh escaped her lips. "Knowing we were masturbating, but not alone, added to the excitement, it's normally something one does in private." She rolled her clitoris with her fingertip, feeling the waves of pleasure wash through her body; again she sighed and moved her hips in time with her caresses, her thighs straining against the constriction of her underwear. God, she was so wet. She reached inside, fingers slick with her juices, the sound of her fingers moving slowly in and out registered and she felt herself falling over the edge into orgasm, she groaned. Her fingers stopped in mid caress and she sat up, alert and tense. It wasn't her doing the groaning. She realised that another woman was in a cubicle further along. How could she have missed that! God, what must she be thinking? She was about to make a hurried exit when a voice from the other toilet said quietly, "Please don't stop, please stay, it sounds so wonderful." Janet's heart skipped a beat. Was she capable of doing this? It was ok having fantasies about such things, but actually doing it? Still, the fact that they couldn't see each other gave it a certain anonymity and she had not recognised the woman's voice. She managed a shakily whispered, 'Ok,' and leaned back, once more reaching between her legs. She didn't need the book now, she was imagining the other woman, trying to picture what she was doing. Janet's juices flowed. The book fell from her hand and she began to caress her swollen mons with one hand while two fingers of the other moved rhythmically in and out of her vagina. The sound of her wetness seemed deafening to her and yet she realised she could hear another sound, the sound of other fingers caressing other lips, the sounds of masturbation. She felt her orgasm building, her breathing changing as the pleasure increased. Unable to stop herself she whispered, "I'm going to cum, are you close too?" "Oh God yes,'' said the woman, "any moment now." That was enough to send Janet over the edge and she rubbed frantically at her clit, bringing wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. She bit her lip, afraid of being too loud but still she couldn't prevent herself from crying out when the sound of the other woman's climax reached her. Silence descended. Janet was lost for words. The embarrassment of the situation finally caught up with her. She was about to make a dash for her desk when the woman said, "Thank you, that was beautiful." Janet tried to think of a suitable reply, she finally managed to mutter, "Yes it was, thank you too." She stood and pulled her underwear up, smoothing her skirt and wondering how red faced she was. She had no idea how to handle this situation, and prayed that the other woman would not come out of her cubicle at the same time as she did. She was about to open the door when she realised she had left the book lying on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and risked a quick peek under the partitions. All she could see was the woman's feet clad in strappy summer sandals, the toenails beautifully manicured and painted a deep red. She grabbed the book and having stuffed it into her bag, opened the door and walked briskly for the exit, not daring to stop and wash her hands and most definitely NOT looking back. She went to her desk and sat down. She couldn't look at the door to the restrooms, though she did hear it open and close. She felt like everyone was looking at her, knowing her secret, yet deep within her was a wonderful feeling of elation that she was not alone in her fantasies. Janet managed to wipe her shaking hands on a tissue from her bag and after a few deep breaths regained some of her composure. She returned to the work in hand, though memories of what had just happened prevented her from really concentrating. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was almost lunchtime and with a sigh of relief she tidied her desk and made her way down to the main entrance, deciding to eat out rather than in the staff restaurant. She found herself looking at women's feet and shoes as she crossed the foyer. Making her way to the sandwich shop a few doors down, Janet chose a delicious looking roast beef and horseradish baguette and to go some way to making amends for her decadence, a bottle of mineral water to wash it down. She found a vacant seat in the sunshine and proceeded to feed her sudden appetite. She glanced down at her open handbag, the book beckoned. Dare she read it here, in public? There was only one way to find out, so she quickly dragged the book into her lap and opened it. Soon she was lost in its pages, wriggling her bottom on the hard seat every now and then as a particular sentence grabbed her attention. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the pages and a voice said, "Must be one hell of a book you have there." She looked up from the page and her mouth became dry as she took in the red toenails, strappy sandals and bare tanned legs of the woman standing before her. She was afraid to look at the woman's face, afraid to see scorn or derision in her eyes. "It's ok," said the woman. "It truly was wonderful earlier and I needed to see you face to face, I needed to see the woman I had shared such an intimate moment with." Janet's eyes lifted to the woman's face, to be met by a warm, gentle smile and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Hi. I'm Beth. Don't look so scared, your secret is safe with me." She laughed quietly. "Anyway, you know my secret too." Beth looked to be in her late 20's, with short dark blond hair and fair skin. She was tall and slim, her figure shown off to perfection by the sleeveless cotton summer dress she wore. She stood waiting while Janet took all this in, "Mind if I join you?" She asked casually. Flustered, Janet shuffled along the bench, making room for Beth to sit beside her. "Sorry." she muttered. "I didn't mean to be rude, would you care to share my lunch? There's far too much for me even though I'm starving." Beth smiled again. "Thanks I'd love to." They divided up the baguette and began to eat. Silence descended. Janet searched for something to say. "Lovely day isn't it," she blurted out. She looked at Beth, who, seeing the anguish on Janet's face, tried desperately not to giggle. She kept a straight face for a second or two before the absurdity of the situation overcame her and she began to laugh. Janet realized what an inane thing she had just said and began laughing too. Soon, the two of them had tears in their eyes from their laughter and people walking past glanced at them, wondering what the joke was. "Ok." Janet said finally, "bad start. Let's try again. I really don't know what to say in a situation like this, any ideas?" Beth took a deep breath, "Well, why don't you tell me about that book you were reading?" Janet thought for a moment. "What can I tell you that won't make me sound like some kind of sex maniac? It's a collection of women's sexual fantasies. I enjoy reading them and got, well, carried away I guess." She felt the heat rising in her cheeks and couldn't bring herself to look at Beth. "God, I feel so embarrassed," she muttered. Beth reached over and put her hand on Janet's arm. "It's ok. We had a wonderful moment together; it's nothing to be ashamed of. Is it one of Nancy Friday's books?" Janet looked up, "You've heard of her?" She asked. "Oh yes," said Beth. ?I have all of them, I think they are beautiful." Janet sighed with relief; it really was going to be ok. Beth's took her hand from Janet's arm and inspected her nails, obviously struggling with what she wanted to say, she hesitated a moment and then, without looking up, said, "I use those books for the same purpose you do, though I have never done so at work, I think I'd find them too distracting to have around me and I'd worry someone would see them in my bag. Have you done this before? At work I mean?" "Good God no," exclaimed Janet. "I only found out about this book a couple of days ago, my problem is, I can't think about anything else, some of the letters are so erotic." "Yes they are," sighed Beth. "I have a couple of favorites which I practically know word for word." She chuckled. "I still prefer to read them though; somehow it makes them more real." Janet nodded. "My thoughts exactly. I have one particular favorite which I know by heart, but I still like to read it." Beth turned to face her. Looking into Janet's eyes, she asked, "Was that the one you were reading in the ladies room?" Janet blushed, "Yes it was." "Would you like to tell me about it?" Beth prompted. Janet tried to speak but no words would come, how could she share such a thing with someone she just met? Instead, she picked the book up and turned to the page. Taking a deep breath, she handed the book to Beth. "The one titled 'Noranna'," she muttered, feeling her cheeks burn. Beth took the book from her and began to read, while Janet sat tensely, her head lowered, waiting for Beth's reaction. She noticed that the street had become much quieter and glanced at her watch; her lunch break was nearly over. Silently, she pleaded for Beth to finish reading the fantasy so she would have time to ask her opinion before they had to head back to the office. She looked up at Beth's face. Beth's was reading intently, the tip of her tongue showing between her parted lips. Beth flipped the page and Janet knew she was almost finished. The silence was punctuated by a quiet 'oh' from Beth. Janet noticed that Beth's thighs were pressed tightly together and that she was gently moving one against the other. A shiver ran through Janet's body. Beth quietly closed the book and looked up at her. "Yes, that's a wonderful story, very 'naughty'. As the writer says, not lesbian, more voyeurism I guess. Have you ever done anything like that in real life?"