At my old job at one of the big law firms I shared a private bathroom with two other female associates. We were all good friends and among ourselves we jokingly referred to the bathroom as “our playroom” because we all used it to masturbate in when we needed some stress relief after a long hard day. The walls were pretty thick, so they drowned out most of the sounds girls make when they rub off, but when one of us was in there for ten to twenty minutes the others all had a pretty good idea what she was doing in there.
Most of the times I masturbated in the playroom were pretty routine, but there was one time I had a client in my office who was so hot I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. Dark hair, blue eyes, a smooth sculpted body under a finely tailored Armani suit... mmmmm. Anyway, he was married and I had (and still have) a steady boyfriend, so I kept things strictly professional, but after he left I knew there was no way I could focus on the mounds of discovery work on my desk.
I left my office, walked down the hall past my two friends’ offices and went in the playroom. I sat down on the toilet (which had a nice padded seat, much nicer than most bathrooms I’d done this in), hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I slipped my fingers in between my damp lips and realized I was already soaking wet without even touching myself.
I used two fingers on my hard little clit, one on either side, and the index finger of my other hand to teasingly circle my wet entrance. It took about ten minutes, but only because I teased myself and stopped a couple times when I was about to cum. Finally I did make myself cum with a quick shudder and a moan my friends probably heard even through the walls if they were anywhere in earshot.
When my body finally stopped spasming, I took a minute to calm down, then wiped up, fixed my skirt and panties, washed my hands and left. One of my friends was coming out of her office as I was going back to mine. She smiled and said, “Good playtime?” I gave her a cheeky grin and said, “Definitely.”
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