Yesterday afternoon was slow and boring in our insurance claims office, and I got to chatting with Peggy, who works in the next cubicle. Like me, she's a middle-aged married woman who doesn't get as much sex as she likes. In her search for some relief down under, she found this site, and told me about it.
So, with little work to do, I began reading the stories, and it didn't take long to start getting horny. My clit started to throb, my whole pussy got slick, and I had a hard time keeping my hands above my waist. Finally, after reading about the young man who jerked off for his older co-worker in her SUV, I couldn't stand it anymore.
'I'm sorry,' I told Peggy, 'but I have to take care of some business.'
I got up and walked carefully to the restroom. I was afraid pussy juice would start running down my legs, but I didn't give myself away that easily.
I got into the restroom, practically ran into a stall, locked the door, all but ripped my dress open, pulled up my bra and yanked down my soaked panties. With my left hand, I massaged and pinched my titties. With my right hand, I got right to work on my snatch, working my clit like crazy.
It was starting to feel realllllllllllllllllly good when I heard the restroom door open. I managed to stop myself as I heard footsteps, and then heard the door click on the next stall. Next, I heard a voice. 'Pam? Is that you? It was Peggy. 'Yes, it's me,' I reluctantly admitted. 'Are you ... are you doing yourself?' she asked.
'What do you think?' I answered. 'Good,' she said, 'because that's exactly what I'm going to do over here. In fact, I already have my skirt up, and I have three fingers up my pussy.' Just hearing that gave me even more of a rush.
'OK,' I said, 'I'm gonna get busy.' I did. I got back to business on my tits and cunt, I'm really a clit slut, so I rubbed it just the way I like.
Before long, I heard gasping coming from the next stall. 'Oh, shit!' Peggy said. 'Oh, Christ! Oh, Jesus! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Oh, baby, oh, Pammy, I'm coming!'
That set me off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. I came with a jolt that ran from my tits to my toes, with my engorged clit as the main attraction. The wetness practically poured out of me as I collapsed on the toilet seat.
'Peggy, I think you're my new best friend,' I said. 'Fantastic, baby,' she said. 'Maybe we'll have to take a break together sometime.'
And maybe we will. I don't know. All I know for sure today is that when my husband got home last night, he probably never knew what hit him. I think I drained every last speck of spunk from his cock. Now he knows what can happen when that Solo Touch kicks in.