After a late breakfast and a shower that was badly needed, Prisca and Stella turned to their laptop computers. After all, they were not on holiday, so the company might have a word to say to them. And it had. They were both given home office assignments for the day. Soon they were taken up by their work.

After about an hour Prisca began to feel ticklish between her thighs. She wasn't made for a home office: all too often she ended up fantasizing and, instead of the keyboard, she was touching herself. She opened a second window and went to her favorite porn and erotic stories site. Soon she was far away from Excel and PowerPoint and delved into her own world. Slowly, she became wet again. Her fingers wandered quietly down to her crotch.

Stella wasn't completely focused on her work either. Her mind was meandering back to last night. How they tried to keep their masturbation secret from one another. How they tried to suppress their moaning. How their lust took over and how they couldn't hold back their ecstasy and their orgasms anymore.

Stella felt her vulva pulsating now, she became wetter by the second. She had to touch herself. But then she had an idea.

She wouldn't masturbate openly, but try to keep it secret from Prisca. That was an even bigger turn on. She coyly moved one finger on her labia. Everything was wet. She slowly inserted her finger and touched her soft spot. A moan was going to escape her, but she held it back. Next she began circling her clit, not allowing herself a single sound. She started to sweat a little.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Prisca on the other side of the room who was apparently working diligently on her laptop. Stella raised the stakes now and began to insert another finger. Had she wanted, she could have cum within seconds. But she kept teasing herself, indulging in her lust.

Prisca, on her side of the room, was not doing what Stella assumed, though. She was lost in an erotic world of stories, images, and fantasies. Her hand was getting all over her wet pussy and with every new circle she inserted a finger. She was so turned on, she needed to cum. She eyed Stella, if she, by chance would be up for a break together, but Stella was apparently immersed in her work.

Prisca couldn't stop touching herself, but didn't want to throw herself on the bed and masturbate in front of her working friend. That was when she heard little slurping sounds from Stella's crotch. Stella was able to suppress her moaning, but her love juices were an objective fact that could not be hidden.

Prisca thought she would cum immediately as she realized that Stella was working her clit just as she was. But she realized that Stella was trying not to utter any sound in spite of her aroused state. Two can play this game, Prisca thought, and decided to masturbate longer in silence than Stella could ever keep up with.

Both young professionals sat before their laptops and masturbated fiercely trying not or moan or breathe too heavily. Both began sweating profusely, their faces reddening from the excitement. Now Prisca's wetness could also be heard in the stillness of their room. Every movement her fingers made inside her vulva made sexy wet sounds.

Stella became, thus, aware that Prisca was playing her game as well. But she would not be the first to make loud vocal sounds she swore to herself. She was going to masturbate in silence longer than Prisca could hold her own moaning back. They were both on an up-spiraling path towards the point of no return.

The sounds of wetness and sex from their crotches began to fill the room. More and more, the girls could hear the rhythm of the other's hand inside her pussy. There was no hiding anymore what both were doing. They were so aroused now, they needed to cum so badly. Still they suppressed every sound from their lips - but only as long as they could withstand the onslaught of their own pre-orgasmic sensations.

It was Stella who couldn't hold back the first moan. Under normal conditions (being alone) she would have cum twice by now. No longer was she able to hold back a first half-suppressed groan. That was enough to make Prisca moan too. She couldn't hold back either. Now a moaning and panting session unfolded in their locked up room. Though still pretending to work, both girls masturbated hard. It was such a turn on for both.

Next it was Prisca who could not refrain from heavy panting. It was starkly obvious now what was going on between their legs, but they continued playing their game. Stella thought, if Prisca is panting she will cum first. But Prisca's panting had an increasing effect on Stella's own state of arousal.

She got so turned on by Prisca that she started panting hard herself. It was now a full-fledged masturbation contest. Both knew that the first orgasm was just the beginning. A time of sustained self-pleasuring was about to set in again - only hours after their night-time multi-orgasmic adventure. They were so damn hot for each other.

When she couldn't hold back any longer, Prisca let go of all pretenses and came in a screaming orgasm. That sent Stella over the edge and she came as well with all her might. But one orgasm wouldn't do for her now. She tore her clothes off and ran to the big queen size bed.

"Come here and let's fuck!" she whispered hoarsely to Prisca, who just collected herself from her big climax.

She also threw her clothes off and jumped onto the bed. They stared at each other's bodies for a moment, took in the other's sexy curves, their hardened nipples, smelled the scent of their sex juices. Stella was romantic, however, and started to stroke her pussy again, openly for Prisca to see how she did it, how she touched herself, how she inserted finger after finger inside her hungry vulva.

What a turn on for Prisca! She spread her legs shamelessly and began working her pussy with both hands. Soon they were approaching their second orgasm. They watched each other as they panted more and more heavily. They looked into each other's eyes as orgasm approached, they saw how both of them squirmed wildly under the expanding tsunami that was taking place between their legs.

They came with full force and they didn't want to stop cumming. As they came over and over again, each watched the other cumming just as hard. They were addicted to masturbation and orgasms. They couldn't and wouldn't stop this, ever. They both went on and started again rubbing themselves towards the next climax. They came again and again now.

Over time, their consecutive orgasms became smaller, less powerful, even though they wanted more. After fucking their pussies in wild abandon they lay next to another, exhausted, their bodies covered in sweat, their torsos still heaving trying to catch breath - and a lake of girl cum between their legs and on their hands. They dizzily smiled at each other, satisfied for the moment.

"You know we were really supposed to work for the company," Prisca said with an evil grin. "This is paid work here."

"How right you are," whispered Stella, "God save the company. What time is it now?"

It was early afternoon. Just enough time to get their workload done before five.

"No more distractions now," demanded Stella, "don't fuck the company."

"Let's see, if this works," grinned Prisca.

And so the young professionals worked through their assignments, every so often interrupting each other with the promise of starting to touch again.

By five they were done with their work, but not done with each other.

To be continued...