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Lunch Break

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I work in a small office building that houses several companies. The office next to mine is occupied by some kind of engineering company. One of the guys there is kind of ragged and dangerous looking. He looks like a tough kid from a movie about the 1950s. The way he looks at me used to frighten me, as well as definitely excite me a bit. After talking to him several times, I found that he is actually rather gentle and kind. Now I get wet every time I see him, and his glance definitely lingers on me longer than is quite necessary. So that is my fantasy fodder. Now let me tell you my daily routine.
Every day I sit in my windowless, claustrophobic office all morning, trying to concentrate on my work. Try as I might, I notice my panties growing damp as the morning progresses. At eleven o'clock I'm out the door like a shot, mumbling an excuse to my sweet old boss. Between the door of my apartment and my bedroom I shed my clothes in an untidy trail. I dive onto my bed and begin to feel myself up. I like my body. I'm slender and have perky B cup breasts with small dark nipples. Being already turned on, I quickly move my right hand downward and find my pussy to be shamefully wet. Call me boring, but I use the same technique 99% of the time... With my left hand I cup and massage my right breast, and pinch my nipple gently with thumb and forefinger. With my right hand, I circle my clitoris with my fore and middle fingers, and occasionally dip them downward into my hole before returning to my clit. I usually come within a few minutes, and then do it again for a second orgasm. I love looking at my smooth, slender thighs as I do it. Occasionally I use my left middle finger to rub circles around my asshole. I slip it a tiny bit into my ass to prepare myself, and then just as I begin to come I plunge it in hard.
As I walk back into my office, I often times see the guy next door and smile at him. He never smiles back, just shoots me a fierce penetrating glance. Now I know that that is just the way he looks, not the way he is. I wonder if he can smell me and can guess how prominently he has figured in my imagination for the last half hour. I wonder if anything will ever happen between us.



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