WOW!
Even after a couple of days I still couldn’t quite believe what had
happened at work. I still had a fire in my pussy from the encounter with
John, and I dreamed every night about him. There were so many questions
now, could I still work for him? Would he still want me to work for him?
Would I still feel as free there as I had? And so on…
The next day was Monday, and I was due to go back and resume work
for another week, but how would I do it? I decided to go back as if
nothing had happened, then see what the situation was. So I got ready
bed, feeling that fire, at the last minute taking off my pajamas,
sliding between the sheets naked. The memory of John’s mouth on my
nipples made them stand out at attention, waiting for my hands to carress
them. Although it wasn’t the same, My hands made my tits tingle, begging
to be rubbed, and I willingly acted on the impulse. I crushed them in my
hands, rubbing hard, then rolled my nipples between my fingers, sending
waves of pleasure through my body. As I squeezed and rubbed, I could
feel my pussy getting wetter and starting to ache with desire. While I
did this, my thoughts centered on the memory of John’s touch, increasing
my heat, the pulsing in my pussy rising. I started running my hands up
and down my body, each time they came to my breasts giving a squeeze, and
a twist to my nipples, bringing me to a crashing climax, my whole body
quivering in spasm.
As I lay there, I still felt empty, but had nothing to satisfy my
desire, eventually falling into a dream filled sleep, thoughts of John
and his body whirling through my mind.
The morning came finally, and I wandered through breakfast and
getting ready for work.