Filing Room 2A

"That home away from home..."

Filing Room 2A was mine. No-one ever went in it, which was why I had chosen it. My colleagues all thought that its dusty filing cabinets were filled with reports and receipts from years past. Well, some were. The others I had commandeered to hold my personal items from home. The danger of someone discovering me or my toys, however unlikely, added to my buzz every time I stripped off and mounted the giant desk in there, a vibrator in hand. 

I hadn’t had a proper boyfriend in a year now, and after my best friend moved in to save rent, I hadn’t been able to properly take care of myself. Quick, cheap orgasms in bed, stifling cries and hiding my meagre collection of toys hadn’t been working out for me, so I had had to expand into other places to get my release. I hadn’t even known Filing Room 2A existed and I doubted any of my colleagues did either. Whenever I needed a break, I sneaked off to Filing Room 2A and masturbated myself until I was spent. As I got more comfortable there, I branched out into different toys and started hiding them there. Like I said, Filing Room 2A was mine.

I checked my watch. 12:30. Finally. I stood, smoothed my short skirt over my pert, round butt and swayed from the room elegantly, teasing the men who watched open-mouthed. I checked no-one was watching as I turned the corners until I got to Filing Room 2A. My home away from home. 

My room-mate had had her boyfriend over all night and their cries had got me throbbing, dripping and jealous through the walls. Only the thought of the orgasm I would have with my toys today had stopped me from fingering myself until I cried out louder than them last night. 

I stepped in and closed the door quickly behind me, stripping my top off as I went. There was no lock on the door, which just made me wetter as I imagined my dull-as-ditchwater co-workers discovering me. Some of my most lurid fantasies involved them finding me in a compromising position and taking me as they saw fit. Not that any of them would have the imagination (or the equipment) to do that!

My skirt was thrown into the corner of the room with my bra and I stepped out of my obscenely expensive shoes. I slowly wiggled out of my silky, lacy panties, enjoying the feel of them slipping down my damp thighs. They were already soaked in anticipation of my time here. I sniffed them, enjoying the scent of my own juices. I always liked to go commando after my sessions. It was so fun to see the men smell the scent of sex and wonder who it was, and it gave me easier access in case I needed more care later. 

I usually did. 

I opened up one of the drawers on the biggest filling cabinet in the room. It stretched almost all the way up to the top of the room and you needed a ladder to access some of the higher drawers. Feeling naughty, I threw my panties up to the top. Now there was no way I was going to be able to get them back. I could feel a smile breaking over my face as I wondered if I could climb the filing cabinet to try and retrieve them even though I had no desire to, wanting to feel the cold of the metal against the burning of my skin. It was made all the hotter when I saw my toys and remembered my other times in here. 

I pondered which toy to choose, but I couldn’t wait long.

My pussy lips were already throbbing and puffy and, when I shifted my weight, I could feel my lips sliding past each other as my juices lubricated me better than any branded bottle could. I grabbed my biggest, most powerful vibrator from the top of the pile and ran to the desk that dominated the room. I slid onto it and sat upright, my back against the wall. The positioning of the desk made it so that my legs were spread to the door, letting anyone who came in the perfect view of my twitching mound. Several sessions spent here have been taken up with fantasies that one of my co-workers discovered me or that I am joined by a similar soul in search of a good masturbation spot. 

I switched the vibrator on, moaning at the sound that promised the release of all pent-up sexual tension inside of me. I ran the vibrator over my breasts, pressing on my erect nipples. They were so sensitive and swollen, begging to be sucked on. They throbbed underneath the vibrator as I traced it over them in lazy circles before moving it down to my aching, trembling pussy. 

I pressed it to my clit and cried out as little electric shocks radiated out from that point. I rubbed it slowly up and down the length of my pussy, spreading my juices all over me. I finally gave in to the aching inside me and eased it in slowly, moaning as it massaged the inside of my pussy. I clenched involuntarily around the vibrator and let out a moan as my hands reached up to cup my breasts. My thumbs teased over my nipples which sent shocks straight down to my pussy where I could feel my juices dripping onto a puddle on the desk beneath me. I could feel myself growing closer and closer to my orgasm with each vibration. 

When I was almost there, I whipped out the vibrator, grabbed the massive dildo I’d placed beside me and forced it into me with one massive push. It was so big I could feel it filling me and stretching me to the limit as I screamed out in pleasure. My breath became ragged as I worked it in and out of me, faster and faster until I came, crying out as the aftershocks ran through my body. 

I slumped, exhausted, onto the desk. I was sitting in a lake of my own juices, the unmistakable scent of sex filling the room. I got up and stretched before wiping down my toys and replacing them. I paused a minute to press myself against the cool of the cabinet in an attempt to hide the flush that covered my body. I grabbed my clothes from their various positions around the room and gave a rueful smile to my panties on the top of the cabinet. I had actually liked them. 

I brushed out my hair and re-tied it before giving the room one last look. I stepped out into the cold corridor, smiling. I closed the door and sashayed along the corridor, feeling the cool air against my steaming pussy. I reached my desk and sat down, having to pick up my skirt so that my butt made direct contact with the chair leather. After that orgasm, I could tell I was going to be needing some more care in the chair and I didn’t want it to be too obvious to my colleagues!

Hmm. I shifted in my chair, the leather slippery from my juices. 12:45. Was 13:00 too early for another break?