Today

Even my dress sense has changed subtly. I've gone back to larger panties rather than the skimpy bits of material I was wearing...hell....I was even thinking of burning thongs! Not now though.  Even tights have made a reappearance now and then, and gone is the desire to wear nothing under my skirts or dresses.  So, today, I'm at work. I'm working on a divorce case....and it stings a little. The woman in this case is just...well...bored. Her husband has done nothing wrong, but she's going to kick him out and take him for as much money as she can in the process.  So, I re read the papers. I make sure the part I've been asked to research is referenced and airtight. Then, I think about when these two met. How their eyes locked, how their hearts beat faster when they were near each other. How that first kiss might have gone, and how she felt when he first touched her....his hand sliding around from her back to her breast...she, knowing this was moving, but not wanting to stop allowed him to cup her boob....then, maybe, under her top? What about that first time he slipped his hand between her legs? They were childhood sweethearts, I know from the court papers. Did she hesitantly open her legs, a little at a time? Did she feel embarrassment because the very touch of his fingers inside her thighs had made her wet? I feel a familiar wetness myself at the thought. I even let my legs open slowly under my desk as I live through the fantasy. His fingers touching the seam of her tights, perhaps. Then he would have felt the heat and dampness. They would be kissing, I'm sure, breathing into each other's mouths in mounting excitement. Then his fingers travelling up to the waistband of her tights and then lower still, her panties. How did she feel when his fingers found her clit, and then her opening?  Did she by now have his cock in her hand...her first ever cock? I imagine the moment he tugged at her tights and panties, and she willingly raised her bum to help him. Were they in a car? Ohh that would be horny! Fuck...I'm wet now.....I imagine her holding his cock, keeping it out of harms way until her passion, her body overrode her common sense. She lets his cock go, and automatically, it slips down, between her wet lips and to her hole. He pushes. She gasps, and it's inside her.  My hand is between my legs under the desk and I'm pushing my panties inside myself. I'm so wet. Just as I imagine him cumming in her, I cum in my panties. I cum hard, and very wetly.  I'm good at disguising my cums in the office, so I pretend to sneeze. The orgasm keeps coming, wave after wave. Every mental image triggers more contractions. I imagine him pulling out of her, and the white sperm running from her cunt onto her dress or the car seat. That keeps me cumming,  And now, here we are. I'm sitting at my desk, knees pressed firmly together, my hand wedged between my legs, and feeling myself trickle gently into the gusset. Physically satisfied for now, but emotionally? Who knows?