An (only somewhat edited) Day in the Life - Part One

"What??"

"Unbutton your pants."

She shifts in his lap, looking through the screen of hedges to the sunny street. This little stairway was shady; she doubted anyone could see in. Still...

"No!"

The hand under her shirt continues to pinch and pluck at her hardening nipple. The other slides slowly back and forth between her legs, the pressure making her squirm. "Why not?"

She doesn't meet his eyes. "...we should get back. My lunch is definitely over."

"Alright." He lifts her off of him (rather brusquely, she thought) and dusts himself off. She tries to make small talk as they walk back to the office, but can't stay focused. Rather than easing off, the tingling sensation in her groin is increasing. The feeling as her clit hardens and rubs against her pants makes her blush. How is she going to work like this?

At his cubicle he gives her a knowing smile and a wink. "Have a good day!" She doesn't descend to his level by glaring at him but moves to her own desk and sits down. For several minutes she sits staring at the blank computer screen, replaying their walk and what happened in the hidden alcove. Shaking her head, she gets back up. "I can't work like this, what am I going to do?"

A part of their conversation rises in her mind, unbidden.

"Have you ever masturbated at work Artemis?"
"A few times. My Master used to make me do it. If he was feeling vindictive he'd have a number of times I had to cum."
"In the office??"
"No, silly! In the bathroom. I had to email him the details after."

Of course, that was in the old building with the private lockable bathroom. The new offices just had a bay of stalls. They were usually pretty empty though...

The growing dampness of her underwear finalizes her decision.

As she enters she's relieved to find the bathroom empty, and makes her way to the last stall. She pulls her pants to her knees and extricates her panties. As she sits she reaches between her legs and begins to stroke her clit, then reaches further and feels her pussy. Her finger comes back already covered in fluid. She sighs and leans against the wall, her fingers flicking along her hood and sliding between her swollen labia. As she raises her shirt and slips her other hand inside her bra, rubbing and pulling at her nipple, she lets her mind drift. In her head last night's masturbation fantasy merges with the events of the afternoon...