By the second night, my coworker and I had gotten more in tune with each other’s needs and feelings. After hanging out in the room and talking for a couple hours, she looked at me and said, “I think I need some me time. What about you?”
“Definitely,” I agreed. I offered to go in the bathroom this time, but she laughed and said, “Nah, it’s fine. I end up doing it in there after sex half the time anyway.”
She went into her suitcase and pulled out a light blue hairbrush. “Shoulda brought my dildo,” she muttered. “Need something inside me.”
“Are you wet already?” I asked curiously. She laughed again and said, “Yeah, I’ve been low-key horny all day. You too?” I smiled and nodded.
She went into the bathroom just like she did the night before, but this time she left the door a little ajar. For the next ten minutes I slipped my hand into my panties and rubbed myself as I listened to the chorus of grunts and gasps from the bathroom, mixed with the wet squishing sounds of what I assumed was her rubbing her clit and fucking herself with her brush. Finally, I heard her cum with a muffled gasp followed by a loud, “Ahhhhhhh!”
I rubbed faster as I felt my own orgasm building. “You done yet?” she called out casually as she washed her hands. “Almost,” I half gasped, then moaned out loud as I felt my body jolt in orgasm.
A couple minutes later, she came out and put the hairbrush away. “Damn, I needed that,” she said with a little laugh. I laughed back and said “Yeah, me too.” Then she turned out the lights and we went to sleep.
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