Netball, Fur Coat and Masturbating at work

Wont Die Wondering: How was the netball last night? Just found out am not going to work in Nottingham…
Beautiful but Grumpy: Netball was good but have small injury - some big Aussie bloke landed on me, well, on my leg… Shame about Nottingham – I’ve already imagined visiting you in a hotel wearing only a fur coat…
WDW: Mixed leagues? You can wear a fur coat for me anytime.
BbG: You will need to buy me one ;-)
WDW: Hmm many things I would rather buy you …. ;p
BbG: Oh yeah? ;-) Have you dreamt about me yet?
WDW: I don’t dream or remember them… have thought about you
BbG: Go on lover – tell me…
WDW: Would rather show you.
BbG: Any time. What’s the plan for Sunday?
WDW: Decided not to take you to the rugby. Its more a Saturday drinking and mates type thing, wouldn't want to subject you to such a barbaric event...can do a picnic in the park where one day I will put you on the bench and…..
BbG: You've made me blush.
WDW: Does that sound appealing?
BbG: Very….
WDW: Need a bathroom break? ;p
BbG: Yes….
WDW: Let me know how it goes slave…

I get up from my desk and immediately become self-concious by imagining that everyone knows where I‘m going, and what I’m planning to do. But strong desire washes that feeling away very quickly. In the office bathroom, before going into cubicle, I decide to wash my hands first. That makes me smile, and I promise myself, in the future, to watch out for women who wash hands BEFORE going to the toilet.

In the cubicle now, I sit down and position myself by lifting my tanned legs and pressing them against the door. I like the way they look on the wooden background. It helps to wear a skirt, I'm thinking, while lowering my black lace panties. All relaxed, playing and enjoying it... I then notice in the mirror-like paper holder, my breasts, bouncing in the rhythm of my hand. That turns me on even more. I muffle a moan.

Beaming and satisfied, I slip my panties back on - just in time for another boring meeting.