I have been thinking about you all day. Working myself up, with thoughts of you inside me. Behind me. Touching me. With your hands on my body, in my ass and my pussy. I have sat at this desk and worked myself into a frenzy with these thoughts. My panites are soaked, and I cannot wait until five oclock, when I can leave this place and come home to you. The conversations that we have had today, on the phone, its been hard to control myself. Keep from reaching under my desk and just finger fucking the hell out of myself. Until I cum. I want to cum so hard, and loud that everyone in this office will know what I've done. But I can't. I have squeezed my legs as close together as they will go, tryin to put pressure on the sensitive area. It only makes things worse. Knowing that I need that release. The clock seems to drag, and my thoughts of fucking you rage on. It seems that it will never come, but finally, I grab my purse lock my office door, and straight for the car and home. On my way, you call and tell me you are going to be late. I pout with you. Saddened, knowing that I have to wait that much longer. I can't take it. You tell me that you are going to be about an hour held up at work. I sigh, and tell you that I will see you when you get home.
The drive home is a little bit more sad. Little bit more depressing. But then again, is it. I could go home and really get one off, before you even come home. I slide my hand up my skit, and pull my panties to the side. I slide my finger inside of me. Oh yes, I am so wet. Its slick and warm. My pussy has been like this all day. Waiting, wanting. I don't want to be made love to, I want to be fucked. Rough and hard. Call me a whore, grab my hair, type of sex. Just fuck me till I cum.
Driving has become increasingly difficult as I am nearing that edge, that point of no return. And even though I do want that quick release, I want it to be worth it. I want the orgasm to be worth it. Not just a quick self finger fuck and I'm done. I remove my fingers. No, my plans are to get the big blue rubber dildo you bought for me out. It has a suction cup on it. I want to stick in on the mirrors of our headboard and fuck myself.
I pull in the drive, and practically run into the house. I am stripping clothes as I'm walking up the stairs to our bedroom. I draw the blinds, and slip out of my bra and panties. I climb onto the bed. I reach into the night stand. I pull out the dildo. Its size is nothing compared to you, but it does the job when you're not around. And right now your not around and I need this. I lick its length. I close my eyes, and picture you before me. It is your cock in my mouth. I suck on it, as though I would pleasure you. Wet, and deep. With one hand I reach down, and begin slow circles with my fingers over my clit. The wetness is amazing, and make its so easy for my fingers to glide around my pussy. I push a finger inside myself. A gasp escapes me. I am teasing myself, and I don't have to. I get on my knees facing the headboard. I look at myself, while running my hands over my breasts, down my legs, and between the delicate folds of my pussy. I smile. I like my body. I like turning you on. I lick the bottom of the dildo, and stick in to the mirror. I watch myself.
I get close to the dildo. I lick its length. Watching in the mirrors, my mouth works over the long blue shaft. I open my mouth and take its length. I have never gotten to view my oral pleasure from this angle. It is hot, and I can see why you like watching me.
I slowly turn around, on my knees, I reach between my legs, and guide that cock into my soaked pussy.