The sweetest part of me

Photo: Akif Hakan Celebi

I have done it again. I masturbated at work. Not at my desk. In the toilet's cubicle. I did it in the afternoon.
Toilets in my new office are beautiful - sandy stone and wooden doors. Soundproof (I hope).
The cubicle is so spacious I can comfortably stretch my legs on a door.
Today was a busy day - I was preparing a sale proposal for our biggest client. There was pressure. Power point slides required pedantic attention. The side effect - naughty thoughts.
Sitting on the closed toilet bowl, leaning back,  with my skirt up at my waist and closed eyes. Nothing matters. I think about Adam. I imagine him in my kitchen, lifting me and placing gently on the counter, kissing my neck greedily, and moving down towards that sweet part of me that by now is very moist.

Noise brings me back - I look around and notice a gold button spinning on the floor. It must have sprung off my skirt while I was tensing my pelvis. I swear loudly and immidiately laugh at my luck. The mood is ruined.