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Happygirl's Public Orgasms 2

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Happygirl Posted on: 07 Aug 2004 1 comments
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I wanted to write this sooner but had been without home internet access for the last week of July and the first few days of August. Visiting this page on my work computer probably wouldn't have been the wisest move. But I haven't been at all hesitant about masturbating at work.First, let me begin by saying that I haven't masturbated at work in a long time. Back in the day when I had a 9-5 job, I often needed to soothe my colicky pussy sometime during work hours, but I now have a job that requires me to be on site only a few hours a week, so I save my masturbating for when I'm at home.Years ago, I shared an office with three other women. We would sometimes coordinate our lunch breaks so that we ate together, but--often--because of our schedules, we tended to eat separately. One day, I took an early lunch hour and walked to the deli to pick up a sandwich. On the way back, I stopped inside a feminist bookstore.My interest was piqued by a book of color photographs of spread-open vulvas. Just my kind of thing. I looked at every page of what I called "the pussy book." I particularly liked the pussies that were wet because it aroused me to know that many of the women got off on showing their goods for a camera. By the time I made it through the pussy book, my own pussy was just as wet as the ones I saw in the pictures.When I got back to the office, my office mates were just on their way out to lunch. I looked at the clock and knew that they'd be gone for at least an hour. I sat down at my desk and lifted up the front hem of my skirt. I wore no hose, this being a casual hippie-style dress I wore during my hippie phase. I moved the crotch of my panties to the side and eagerly began my finger session. The door to our office was never closed, and anyone walking down the hall would have heard the distinct liquid gurgle of a pussy getting a massage and enjoying it very much. I climaxed like I knew I would--panting with my face scrunched up in an effort to make as little noise as possible--and then I ate my deli sandwich.I would find a few other ways to get in a finger session or two while on the job. Most people took coffee breaks. I, not being a caffeine drinker, took diddle breaks. The place at which I worked was a museum, and on one of the floors not open to the public was a huge storage room where they kept artifacts not currently being exhibited. I had many orgasms in there. The museum also had a small amphitheater for plays and other performances, and a theater space always means dressing rooms! I would always sit so that I could see myself masturbating in those dressing room mirrors. For some reason, the sight of a fully-clothed woman hiking up her skirt and baring only her pussy just to finger it got me off so much more than a completely naked woman would have.My boss often told me that she felt bad about not having enough work to give me. She was concerned that I was bored. How little she knew!