Taking Care of Myself

When I was 19 I interned in the office of a large corporation. One of the associates had a girlfriend, but he still flirted with me once in a while, and since I thought he was hot sometimes I flirted back. That day I was wearing a top that covered most but not all of my breasts. After we’d been talking for about five minutes, he glanced around to make sure no one was around, then ran one finger lightly across the slope of my breast. He smiled at me and said “See you later.”

By the time I got back to my desk my nipples were so hard they were aching and I could feel the wetness seeping into my jeans (it was casual Friday). I spent the next twenty minutes in a horny daze before going to the bathroom to take care of myself. There was someone else in one of the stalls, so I sat as far away from her as possible. I pushed my jeans and panties down to my ankles, spread my legs and went to work. I rubbed my clit slowly at first, then faster and faster as I thought about his mouth kissing and his tongue flicking all over my boobs. When I came, I gasped, a quick loud sound that made it obvious to any other girl in the bathroom who’d ever masturbated what I had just finished doing. The whole thing took less than five minutes.

 
When I came out of the stall, one of the secretaries, a nice older lady in her forties, was washing her hands. She smiled at me and said “Sometimes you just need some me time.” I smiled back, washed my hands and went back to my desk to get some work done.