Faster than expected. [f] | 2016

I don’t have to dress in business professional attire, but sometimes I enjoy the idea that someone might look at me a little longer in some outfits than others. So I dress up on occasion. I had been turned down by my SO the night before, for legitimate reasons, and even though I’d satisfied myself with a healthy amount of masturbation I was still feeling a lingering electricity about myself. I smirked as I sat on the edge of the bed this morning, post-shower, and pulled up my fishnet stockings. No panties today. I looked over to the very tight, tailored pencil skirt I’d be putting on next and then stood up.

The great thing about getting older is that you get a little more experimental. This wasn’t the first time I’d gone without panties. I liked the rush. However, I had decided to get my first ever Brazilian wax a few months ago, since then opting for something a little less bare. As I was walking, legs close together as always, I could feel my inner thighs rubbing the outside of my labia. I stopped, my breath quickening, and then grinned as I slid up my skirt. I looked at my pale ass in the mirror at an angle, posed for myself, and then zipped up the skirt. Yes, I’d be getting plenty of attention today.

I walked downstairs and acted as composed as I could, knowing that I was the only one around who knew I had no panties on. I made small talk with my SO and the kids, got in the car to take the kids to school, and arrived at a local coffee spot to pick up an espresso. As I walked in, three men’s heads snapped up to watch me. I bit my lip and walked over to make my order, shifting my weight on my heels as I stood in line. I could feel a seeping sort of dampness between my legs and shifting as I did felt really good. I grabbed my espresso and walked as quickly as I could in the restrictive skirt, making sure to tense the muscles in my ass and thighs a little more as I walked.

I got to work and promptly got distracted, only remembering the lack of panties when I shifted in my seat, or got up to go to the printer or the restroom. I got even more distracted around lunch time, browsing Reddit on incognito, and started reading some other stories from this sub. Then I clicked my way into many other naughty places and felt that same seeping wetness, so I slid a little back from my desk and closed the door to my office.

I sat back down and kept an eye on the window for anyone who might approach. Leaning back in my chair, I forced the fabric of my skirt up by two or three inches and pressed my fingers into the seam of the stockings. I gasped at the pressure on my clit, and then tentatively explored the holes in the fishnets to see if I might be able to finger myself with them on. No, I found, but trying to had released quite a bit of juices and I spread them up and down over the outside of my lips, then focused again on my clit.

My back arched. I have to be honest when I say I thought I’d just be teasing myself. I’ve never been able to reach orgasm with my fingers, and certainly not in under 5 minutes. This felt so much more intense. Maybe it was the stockings, creating a trapped sort of feeling, or maybe it was all the reading and watching and imagining… but I worked two of my fingers fast over my clit and I came hard in less than 30 seconds of effort. I was breathless for a moment, flushed with warmth, and managed to stifle the moan that slipped out. I opened my eyes and grabbed the desk, whispering “Fuck… what was that?”

I had to have more, so I clicked back over to my e-mail and looked busy while I rubbed my fingers against me again, even more wet now that before, and came again rapidly. I bit my lower lip, sucking on it gently before letting it go. I slapped my hand around my desk before reaching the drawer I wanted and pulling out a napkin I found there. I had to sop up at least a little of the mess before I could get up and clean myself off properly in the restroom. As I dabbed at myself, my phone went off and I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was a call from my boss, I secretly call him Mr. Sexy, and I decided I could wait to head to the restroom as I slowly slid my fingers along the seam of the fishnets while he spoke.