I locked my computer screen and discreetly walked to the women’s bathroom. I was wearing a short pencil skirt, 4 inch peep-toe pumps, and a paper thin blouse with a thin lace bra that barely holds my 34DD’s in check. As usual, I turned heads on my way to the ladies’ room. I’ve gotten used to it, but this time, I was concerned that my horniness was visible. Could they see my erect nipples through my blouse? Could they tell my panties were soaked from the way I walked? Could they see the redness in my face? I didn’t know the answers, and I really didn’t care. I was on a mission to relieve my tension.
I was thrilled to find all the stalls empty when I entered. I immediately headed for the last stall for the most privacy possible. I didn’t waste any time getting started, hoping to finish before someone else came in. While leaning against the back wall, I bunched my skirt up around my waist and started aggressively rubbing my clit through my soaked panties. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
Listening quickly to make sure no one else came in, I pulled wet thong down and stepped out of it. I sat down on the toilet seat, holding my panties in my left hand while using my fingers on that hand to hold my pussy lips open. I was dripping! I quickly buried two fingers on my right hand deep in my cunt, working them in an out and alternately pressing against my g-spot.
I bit my lip hard as the first orgasm hit me. It was quick and potent, but I knew I needed a powerful release to be able to go back to work. My juices were flowing out of my pussy, coating my hand and thighs. I pushed two more fingers into my pussy, nearly fisting myself to work my g-spot hard. I was doing everything I could to not scream in ecstasy, letting out an enormous moan/sigh as the release came… soaking my hand even more.
Then I heard the door open and the familiar sounds of high heels on the tile floor indicating I was no longer alone. It was two admin assistants using the mirror to freshen up. They started gossiping, and I knew I couldn’t wait them out as I’d already been away from my desk too long. I could certainly wipe myself up with toilet paper, and I hoped the smell of sex wasn’t too overpowering, but my biggest concern was if my pussy juices ran down my leg when I stood to walk out. I looked down at my soaked panties and decided to improvise a solution. I spread my legs apart and slowly pushed my wet thong up into my cunt. Pushing a small bunch of fabric at a time, it only took about ten seconds to get it completely inside my freshly relieved pussy. I left a small bit of the thong’s thin side band dangle out so I could easy pull it out later.
I flushed, stood, and straightened my attire as best I could without a mirror. Exiting the stall, I greeted the ladies casually and washed the juices off my hands. Could they smell my sex? I could! I quickly dried my hands and exited before the scent became too obvious to ignore.
Now here I sit with a silk thong buried in my wet cunt to keep my juices from running out of my pussy, telling all of you how horny you made me this morning. I hope I was able to return the favor.