The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I was in the bathroom about to play with my coochie when my boss would arrive in twenty minutes.

It was probably silly, but little Bobby had been sitting in my bag since last Tuesday. Every single time I got horny, I was too busy to give my pussy a relief and even God knew I needed relief so bad.

I just had to be quick about it. The floor was empty, Wolfe hadn’t arrived, I just needed one orgasm, just one and I could take whatever he threw at me.

The women’s bathroom was large, cold and smelled like jasmine. Considering I was the only woman on this floor, it felt like my own personal bathroom and I had moved some of my soap and toiletries in there.

I didn’t bother shutting the door completely. I wanted to be able to hear if anyone approached before I embarrassed myself. Moving to the cool counter surface, I grabbed the edge and hiked myself on it.

A soft sight left my lips from how cool the surface was against my thighs. I leaned back, pressing against the mirror behind me, holding my vibrator in one hand, while pushing my skirt up with the other.

I needed the edge off. That was all. I just needed to take the edge before I went insane.

My fingers pushed down on the button and Bobby hummed to life in my hand. I pressed the toy against the outside of my underwear, biting down on my lip.

Oh god, I missed this so fucking much. My pussy throbbed hotly against my panties, soaking it with my juices rapidly.

I pressed Bobby harder and let my mind wander.

Would he ever forgive me? Would he ever touch me again with those hands? I missed the way he played with my clit, he would flick them, dragging me to the edge and keeping me there while his mouth licked and kissed my throat.

There’s my dirty goddess. My shameless slut.

"Yes," I whimpered, slamming the toy against my puffy cunt lips through my panties, imagining him murmuring filthy things in my ear telling me exactly what he was going to do to me.

With a moan, I pulled my panties aside. Cool air from the air conditioner hit my exposed glistening cunt and when little Bobby touched my naked pussy, the vibration had my head dropping back against the mirror and another moan tearing from my lips. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Would he forgive me if I got on my knees and begged for his cock?

I wanted Finn’s cock in my mouth. Hot and thick that my lips could barely wrap around the shaft, the salty taste of his precum flooding my tongue.

I liked the way his green eyes would shutter and darken with pleasure whenever I tongued that slit on the pink tip of his dick, sucking and slurping on every single drop that seeped from him.

I pressed the vibrator into my cunt. "Fuck... Finn,"

My thighs fell open wider on the counter, my free hand gripped as my hips rolled forward to take more, pussy gaping and clenching and aching for more. For him. All of him.

Look at me. Look at me while I fuck that dirty mouth.

I fucked myself harder, shoving the vibrator in and out of my cunt, my eyes rolling at how fucking good the toy chunred against my walls, scraping and teasing and making my eyes roll on delirious pleasure.

My shirt had come untucked at some point. My fingers found the buttons and popped three of them. Sliding my palm inside, I found my bra and pushed it down until one of my tits sprang free.

Pushing it up, I dropped my head to it and ran my tongue over my nipple, moaning at how hot and good that felt.

He would never touch me again.

I had broken his trust and hurt him. I knew he would not. My body didn’t though. I still craved him, ached for him, my pussy flooding with arousal, dripping all over the counter.

If he were here, he would have made me lick it up while defiling my poor asshole. God, after that night at Boston, I had been fantasizing about him finally fucking me in the ass.

I had never done that before but Finnegan made me want to do hot and naughty things. Like sitting on bathroom counters at nine in the morning with a vibrator buried inside my cunt, twitching against my walls until I was cross eyed with pleasure.

I changed the angle of the toy and increased the setting.

"Fuck me!" I cried. Stars pricked the edges of my vision.

Nasty girl, I could hear his deep sexy voice in my head. You’re so fucking perfect. Who do you belong to?

"You, oh god, it’s you," I cried, thrusting the vibrator harder into my sloshing cunt, my juices flying and splattering everywhere.

My hips bucked upward. My nipple was wet and tight against my tongue, my cunt clenched greedily, the vibration climbing through me in waves-

"When you’re done fucking around,"

Shit!

My eyes flew open and my mouth let go of my nipple with a pop. Every muscle in my body seized at once.

Bobby chose this moment to slip from my grip and clatter onto the counter, still buzzing, rolling toward the edge.

I grabbed it quickly, killed the switch and shoved it behind me. My chest heaved, thick lumps formed so quickly in my throat as I stared into the cold furious green eyes of my boss.

Oh, hell no. I had gotten carried away. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I... how did he know I was in the bathroom? Did I make a lot of noise? My face burned in shame.

He stood in the open doorway in his full black suit, one shoulder against the frame, his green eyes moving from my face to my unbuttoned shirt, my exposed tits and then to the hand I had jammed behind my back.