1. Filing Room 2A


    Date: 11/17/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: missingjanedoe, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    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 ...
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