It was another long, dreary day at work. I work for a 911 call center and had enough of the yelling and complaining from people who did not actually have emergencies. My head was pounding and my neck was at a new level of painful tension I had not previously known existed. I stretched backwards in my chair, reveling in the amazing relief I felt when both of my shoulders popped at once. I glanced at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time that day. This time it was good news: I was on break! I logged out of my computer and got up to walk out of the room.

I only made it a few feet when I was yanked violently back. I realized I hadn’t taken off my headset and was still tethered to the desk! I hurriedly ripped it off of my aching head and walked to the bathroom, the sounds of my coworkers taking more calls slowly fading as I turned the corner. I pushed my way into the bathroom door and turned on the cold water in the sink. I shoved my hands into the stream and smoothed some water over my face. The mirror reflected a 25 year old with long blonde hair that was slightly messed up from my headset, sleepy blue eyes, and an athletic, curvy body that my work uniform didn’t do justice to. I slid my hands up my sides and held my boobs. They are D cups so they are already nicely sized for my frame but today they were a little fuller. It must be near that time of the month again, I thought, at least that would account for how incredibly horny I had been lately. Even now my pussy radiated heat through my pants and my clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

I toyed with the thought of going to the more secluded restroom downstairs to masturbate, something I’d done on several occasions before to relieve tension and, honestly, just because it was fun! Nothing could liven up a workday like an orgasm. Then I recalled that I hadn’t checked my work email yet today. Our supervisor had stressed to us the importance of checking it as soon as possible. I sighed deeply and fixed my hair. My hot, pulsing pussy would have to wait.

Instead of checking my mail at one of the computers inside the main work room I opted for the training room down the hall because it was dark, quiet, and always empty. The computers can’t been seen from the door so I may get a chance to play with myself a little at the same time. I opened the door then shut and locked it as quietly as possible. There were only certain people I work with that I wouldn’t mind catching me fingering my slit, and most of them weren’t working tonight.