Riding The Seam

I went to my dresser and picked out my sexiest thin, silk, low-cut panties. They were going to help make my day of seam riding smooth and free of chafing. Then I brought down a nice pair of blue Levi's from my closet shelf. I made sure to select a pair with a deliciously thick seam. I slipped them on after I put on my silk panties, which already made me feel as sexy as hell. The jeans were fairly snug around my hips, but they looked good on my firm, fit frame. There was good tension in the crotch too--not excessive enough to produce cameltoe, but enough to be nice and snug up against my kitty. I made my way to work that morning by taking public transportation. With the high gas prices and expensive parking, it has been the cheapest way to commute. Riding the bus in my jeans that morning was a lovely experience. The seam of my jeans was snug up against my pussy lips parting them ever so slightly, and there was ample pressure against my clitoris. The feeling of the thick seam, coupled with the silk panties, was heavenly. With the vibrations of the bus in full swing, I could feel myself becoming moist. The cologne of the man who was sitting next to me heightened my excitement. He smelled husky and primal. The entire set of variables was enough to make me sweat and writhe in my seat. Being self-conscious about my arousal, and being in a public place, I decided not to "ride the seam" of my jeans too hard at that point, but to just enjoy the good vibrations of the bus combined with the tension in my crotch. The sensations definitely played tricks on the brain. By the time I arrived at work, I had already mentally fucked nearly every guy on the bus and I was a dripping mess! Fortunately, I was not seeping through my jeans at that point, although I wondered, as I rode the elevator to the floor on which I worked, whether anyone could tell from the scents emanating from my frame that I was in heat. As I walked toward my cube, I eyed the rest of the department in their jeans. Oh, maybe it was because I was already feeling horny from the bus ride, but everyone looked delicious with their tightly wrapped butts and, with regard to the men, their bulging fronts. Once I got settled into my cube, I turned on the computer and started to take out the work that was assigned to me for that day. I was going to be pretty much working on spreadsheets all day for a report that was due the following week, so it was going to be somewhat of a long, boring day. By 10:00 AM I had already started to get bored with my work. Time was moving slowly. I decided that it was time to take a little break in my work station and "ride the seam" of my jeans for a few minutes. I stood up and pulled my jeans tightly up my crotch, positioning my clitoris onto the seam. Then I sat back down, crossed my legs, pressed my thighs together, and rocked my ass on my seat slowly back and forth. My breaths started to become heavy and my pulse quickened. Because I was in my cube, I had some privacy; no one knew what I was doing. I also kept extremely quiet, although my body so desperately wanted to moan and groan to my grinding gyrations. I kept my eyes on the computer screen, to make it look as though I was reviewing the data on the spreadsheet, but in reality my eyes could not focus, as I was gradually cascading towards ecstasy with each rocking movement onto the seam of my jeans. After a few minutes of somewhat discreetly bucking and fucking my jeans, I could not hold back. My whole body shuddered with wave after wave of bliss. My mind hazed, my eyes glazed, and in the back of my mind I could not believe that I was having an orgasm at work. I rocked onto the seam harder a few more times as a few beads of sweat started to form on my brow and my body became flushed. I covered my mouth to keep as quiet as possible, but I did actually let out a few deep breaths that could be heard by others.