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Happygirl and Masturbating at work

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: irishred Posted on: 16 Aug 2004 1 comments
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I met this woman on the old Jack'in Chat site that closed several years ago. Happygirl's story brought back this fond memory.Happygirl's recent story about masturbating at work has brought back many memories. Yes, I'm an old jerk off who has had many interesting experiences involving masturbation; solo, in adult stores, on the sunny banks of the old Erie Canal, live with others, in the car while driving, via phone and in chat sessions. Some of you may remember the old Jack'in Chat site that closed several years ago because there was too much explicit sex chat in the open room. I think Solotouch and WL sprang from Jack'in Chat but have been refined. It was on that site that I began writing fantasies online, in real time that helped many folks get off. They would give me their favorite fantasy topic and I would create the fantasy as they watched and jack or jilled, lots of fun. As many of you have guessed from my handle, Irishred, I have red hair, strawberry red. One of my chat mates was a young woman with, as she described it, "royal red" hair. (Yes, she was Canadian and claimed her hair was the Royal Red of the Royal Canadian Mounties uniform coats) The "Goddess" loved everything about masturbating; using her fingers, her finger puppets, vibs, solo, performing for lovers, talking non-stop to friends about it and reading erotic stories, chat and on and on. As our relationship developed we began talking on the phone. Many people have told me I have a very mellow and sexy phone voice and she loved it and would pleasure herself while I talked to her. I would write fantasies for her and read them while she masturbated to orgasm after orgasm. So what does this have to do with Happygirl's at work story? I'll tell you and it's the truth, Scouts honor. And as I think of it, while a Boy Scout in the '60's, on a camp out one guy asked one of our junior leaders if he jerked off. The response was, "Yeah, but be careful. It's habit forming." And you know a Boy Scout does not lie.The Goddess would call me at my office from hers and I would also call her while she was at work. It was great sport getting her all hot and tingly and swollen and wet knowing she would go to the ladies room to finish or run home at lunch to get herself off. More than once she called saying she was on her lunch break, on her bed with her pants and panties down to her knees and her vib was beating her pink little clit to a squishy pulp. What a great image.One day I was in a devilish mood and called her at work to tease her. She worked in a very old building with brick hallways and hard wood floors so she could hear if anyone was coming near her open door. I told her I wanted to get her off while she sat at her desk and she was game, so I told her to follow my instructions. But first let me describe the Goddess, as she called herself, 27 years old, a slim 6 feet tall, blue eyes, royal red hair with a very pale complexion, freckles on her nose and cheeks, a small silver stud in the right nostril of her nose, very firm Bcup breasts with pink nipples and a very thick, dense and curly royal red bush, a beautifully shaped mound and a tiny clit and labia. She loves to wear "retro" underwear, which to me means used undies, but no, she shops for things from the 30's through the 60's. On this day she was wearing a pair of silky panties from the 40's that were also royal red with a matching bra, a dark blouse and denim skit, her legs were bare. She was very horny and the phone call only lasted about 15 minutes from start to orgasm. There were many pauses as she did as instructed and I listened to her getting hot and eventually cuming. "Casually cup your left breast in your right hand and circle your nipple with your thumb...Is it getting hard and puckered?""Yes, both are hard. But I'm scared someone will catch me.""Don't worry you'll hear them coming, keep playing with your nipple. Close your eyes and think of my tongue doing what your thumb is doing."...Her breathing was already getting deeper and faster. "I can't she said." And she got up and closed the door. "OK, I'm back.""Play with your nipple some more...Now squeeze your tittie hard....and again play with your nip. Does that feel good?""Oh, yes, I'm getting wet. Are you hard?"I told her I was and I was stroking myself and to slide her hand under her skirt and using only her fingertips to caress the inside of her thigh and not to touch her pussy. Her breathing was getting faster as she was getting more and more turned on by her touch, my voice and instructions and the situation. After a few minutes of teasing I told her to slide her finger into her panty but not to touch her clit, rather, slide her finger down the side of her mound and then up the other side tracing her hairline. She told me how hot her pussy was and she could feel how swollen and wet she was and how silky her hair felt. Next I told her to dip her fingertip into the opening of her vagina, not deep, just circle the opening. Her breathing was getting very fast as she followed instructions. Next I told her to take her finger out and lick it clean, "Humm," she said, as she tasted her juices. With her finger back at the opening of her vagina I told her to slowly draw it toward her clit, to explore her swollen inner lips, but not touch her clit. When she got to it she was to go back down to her vagina and then dip her finger in deeper and press firmly against her pubic bone and finger fuck herself. The teasing went on like this for several more minutes until I told her to play with her clit the way she likes it, which is with her first two fingers on either side of it and make little itching movements. Her breathing was more of a hissing now as she was getting very close, then suddenly she hissed, "I'm there. I'm cumming." And as I listened to her climax I too came at my desk. Just barely composing herself after her orgasm she said she almost slipped off her chair, her legs had been stretched out straight and were pressing on the back of her desk. She was afraid her office would smell of sex but didn't care. We talked for a few minutes before she left to clean up. She called me on her lunch hour and we played again.Over the next few months we had several more sessions while at work on the phone and many phone sessions from her home. Irishred