At work she sat
In her office alone
No one to greet her
When she gets home
She longed for someone
To be there for her
To ease the tension
Ease the feelings
She had within.
Sat alone on overtime
Things started to
Enter her mind
And for pleasure
A need to use and be abused.
As she sat her hand moved
Up the sheer stockings leg
Parting her knees
She touched herself
And caused her breathe
To let out a gasp of lustfulness
And as she touched her passion rose
As she felt the moistness her desire grows
More and more she wanted this
Writhing in her chair
Making the most of this.
Hitching up her tight pencil skirt
Undoing her blouse
Unclipping her bra
Caressing her breasts
She was now ready for what would happen next.
She glided her hand back to her thighs
Searched for the place both in and outside
That would help her find that epic peak
She was an expert at all this.
As as she worked her fingers of magic
She enjoyed as they went at it
She locked her lips and let out soft moans
As she found the sensual home
Of waves of lust and waves of pleasure
Flowed through her and made her arch
Long legs stretched in her heels
Thrusting hips, she wanted to feel
Every desire rip through her being
As she pushed harder to achieve the feeling
That she was ready to explode in every way
She needed to unload
The energy of pent up frustration
Raising up her ultimate sensation
She suddenly became rigid
Then twitched so wild
Thrusting her body in rhythmic style.
She then relaxed, panting hard
Glad that she made that start
Sighed and moaned
And basking in the lust
She knew that for now
Would have to be enough.
Then as she sorted out her clothes
She wondered if she had been exposed
Realised her webcam was on
Wondered if anyone saw
What had gone on.
Not knowing made her slightly panic
Flustered as she reached shutting it down
But then she smiled
A wicked smile
Wondering if she had made someone’s night
With her show of sexual delight.