Their Desire for Pleasure Drives My Unrequited Longing

I’m a woman in my mid-thirties, tall and slender with large breasts and short brown hair. I manage an office filled with young, inexperienced women who often find themselves distracted by their personal affairs. Their carefree attitude toward sex drives me mad, especially since they have no idea how to please themselves. I often fantasize about teaching them the art of intimacy, but my feelings remain unrequited.

My office is spacious, with a luxurious leather couch, a mini bar, and a massive leather swivel chair. I’ve often found myself getting frustrated, especially when I’m working late, and I’ll sneak away to the bathroom to relieve myself. I’ll sit on the toilet, rub my naked body against the cold plastic, and eventually, I’ll frig myself to an orgasm. It’s a temporary fix, but it helps to calm my frustrations until I can get home.

Today has been particularly trying. I’ve been stuck at my desk, surrounded by the chatter of my staff, who seem completely oblivious to my desires. My mind keeps wandering back to what I’d like to do to them, and my body responds with a familiar itch. I try to focus on my work, but it’s no use. I need to take care of myself.

I pull my chair closer to the desk and spread my legs, trying to subtly adjust my skirt. With one hand, I pretend to read some paperwork, while the other slips between my legs. I peel back my panties and stroke my wetness, circling my clit with my fingers. I’m desperate for a release, but I know I can’t do this here. I rummage through my drawer and retrieve a small bullet vibrator, hiding it beneath the papers.

I place the vibrator on my clit and swivel it, feeling the silent vibrations pulse against my button. My climax starts to build, and I push the dildo harder onto my clit. I’m so caught up in the moment that I don’t even notice the staff looking at me. I’m lost in my own world, imagining one of my employees licking me rather than this little toy.

After my climax subsides, I wipe my toy on a tissue and return it to its hiding place. I continue working, trying to focus on my tasks, but my mind keeps wandering back to my desires. I decide to treat myself to a visit to a beauty salon, asking my PA to book me an appointment. She recommends a place with a full pubic wax and a de-stress body massage. I’m excited to indulge in some pampering and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find some relief from my frustrations.

I arrive at the salon, a small shop front with frosted windows. I’m greeted by Suzie, a petite woman in a black velour tracksuit. She’s friendly and welcoming, and I feel a spark of attraction. I request the wax and massage, and Suzie shows me to the treatment room. I remove my clothes and lie on the massage table, feeling a little self-conscious but also excited.

Suzie is attentive and skilled, working her way through my body with a series of gentle touches. She’s careful and precise, but also seems to be enjoying herself. I feel a sense of calm wash over me as she works her magic on my muscles. She’s teasingly close to my pussy, and I’m sure she’s grazing my lips with her fingers. I’m not sure if I’m imagining it, but I’m desperate to touch her back.

As Suzie continues her massage, I find myself getting more and more turned on. I’m sure I can feel her gauze thong rubbing against my shoulder, and my body is buzzing with anticipation. I’m desperate to reach out and touch her, but I’m still unsure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to take the leap.

Suzie stops her massage and asks me to roll over onto my back. She oils and works her magic on my shoulders, then moves down to my breasts. She cups my undersides and smooths the skin, then slides her palms across my nipples. They harden immediately, and she continues to rotate her palms across them, then takes each breast and rolls the flesh between her hands. I’m so turned on that I’m sure I can feel the skin and gauze of her panties rubbing against my shoulder.

Suzie then moves down to my legs, slathering them with oil and working her expert hands over my shins. She squeezes the inner flesh of my thighs, maddeningly close to my exposed bald pussy. I’m holding my breath in hope, desperate for her to touch me. She places her hands on my pubic bone and starts to softly stroke the top of my mound. Her hands slide further down, caressing my slit, and then delve deeper, pushing in between my pussy lips and sliding up and down.

Suzie then stops fingering me and returns with a massage wand. She plugs it into the socket and switches the head to vibrate, pushing it onto my clit. She then plunges two of her fingers into my cunt and starts to stroke them in and out of my love hole. I’m so turned on that I angle my fingers, trying to push her panties aside and touch her back. She places her knee on the massage table, opening herself up to me more.

I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’m sure I’m not imagining it. Suzie is definitely turned on, and I’m desperate to take the leap. I’ll just have to see where this goes, and see if I can finally find the release I’ve been searching for.

I sit in my office, the silence a welcome respite from the chaos of the workday. My fingers dance across my laptop keyboard, the glow of the screen casting a warm light on my face. I’ve been working late, trying to meet the looming deadlines that seem to multiply like rabbits. But my mind keeps wandering back to Suzie, the beautician who has somehow captured my attention.

I glance down at the email on my screen, the subject line reading “A little distraction”. Suzie’s message is brief, but the link attached to it is all I need to know. I click on it, and a lesbian porn video springs to life on my screen. I’m immediately drawn in, the sounds and images captivating me. My fingers instinctively drift down to my panties, and I find myself rubbing my clit in time with the rhythm of the video.

The girl on screen is licking another’s slit, the recipient’s juices glistening in the light. I watch, transfixed, as the girl’s tongue darts in and out, collecting every drop. My own hand is moving faster now, my fingers slick with my own juices. I feel a rush of excitement, my orgasm building with each passing moment.

Just as I’m about to crest, I hear a soft moan behind me. I turn to see Jane, one of the office girls, standing in the doorway. Her eyes are fixed on my laptop screen, and I can see the longing in her gaze. I ask her if she likes what she sees, and she nods, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“Do you want to taste pussy?” I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper. She shakes her head, but I can see the curiosity in her eyes. I suggest she taste herself, and she hesitantly complies, her fingers disappearing into her panties. She licks them clean, a look of surprise on her face.

I instruct her to strip, and she does, her eyes never leaving mine. I push her legs apart, and she gasps as I lick her slit. She’s wet, and I can taste the juices on her lips. I lick her again, this time with the flat of my tongue, catching every drop.

She’s moaning now, her hands pulling on her huge nipples. I tease her, asking if she wants me to stop, but she begs me not to. I clamp my mouth over her pussy, sucking hard on her clit. She’s gasping for air, her body tensing as her first orgasm builds.

I slide two fingers into her, pumping them hard as I continue to suck on her clit. Her body is rocking now, her moans growing louder. She’s cumming hard, her juices flooding my fingers. I continue to finger her, determined to get her to a second orgasm.

Eventually, I slow my pace, allowing her to recover. I instruct her to kneel between my legs, and she complies. I tell her to eat my pussy, and she tentatively sticks out her tongue. I long to grab her head and jam her face into my pussy, but I need to be patient.

She licks my slit, her tongue darting in and out. I’m becoming impatient now, and I tell her to focus on my clit button. She laps at it gently, and I’m desperate to cum. I grab her hair, ramming her face into my pussy and telling her to chew on my clit hard and fast.

I rub myself up and down her face, yanking her by the hair as the sensations build. I’m just about to cum, and I yell at her to shove her fingers into my cunt. This is the final push, and my orgasm bursts forth, my juices flooding her fingers as she pumps them against my contracting muscles.

I push her away, and she sits in a crumpled heap on the floor, her face slick with my juices. I lay prone in my chair, panting hard as my cunt continues to twitch. My heavy breathing subsides, and my energy returns. I look down at Jane, still sitting on the floor, her legs wide open, her glistening cunt dripping juices.

I offer her my hand, and she takes it, her eyes never leaving mine. We kiss, our tongues searching for each other. Her huge breasts push against my ribs, and I reach for her nipples, pinching and tugging on them. Her moaning is music to my ears, and I lead her to the leather couch, telling her to part her legs.

I sit down in front of her, spreading my own legs. She mirrors me, her fingers sliding up and down her wet slit. I dip my finger into my cunt, scooping up more juices and smearing them all over my clit area. Jane watches me closely, her breasts rising and falling faster as her breathing increases.

I start to circle my button slowly, but soon the sensation is not enough. I rub all four fingers back and forth, feeling the ribs of the fingers vibrating against me. Jane is biting her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. I increase the circular motions, and she’s getting closer and closer to the edge.

As I sat in my office chair, the sound of Jane’s fingers gliding in and out of her own body filled the air. I watched, captivated, as her head rolled back and her eyes closed, her body taken over by the rhythm she had created. The slurping noise was almost hypnotic, drawing me in and making my own body respond.

“Oh, yeah,” Jane moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pleasure. “This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for.” I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I was a part of this moment, that I was helping her to experience something truly special.

As Jane’s orgasm began to build, I reached down and began to stimulate my own clit, the tension building inside me as I watched her. It wasn’t long before I felt my own release approaching, and I quickened my pace, my body tensing as I let out a soft cry of pleasure.

When it was over, Jane and I both sat back, panting, and looked at each other. We both knew that this was just the beginning, that we were still in the early stages of exploring each other’s bodies and desires.

“We should get going,” I said, reluctantly pulling Jane to her feet. “Security will be making their rounds soon, and I don’t want to have to deal with that.” Jane nodded, and we quickly dressed, leaving my office and heading home in silence.

The next day, I was late to the office, having had an external appointment earlier in the day. As I walked in, I was struck by the unusual quiet. The girls were all working away, but they were all so focused, so intent, that it was almost as if they were in a trance.

I spent the day trying to catch up on my reports, but it was no use. My mind kept wandering back to the previous night, to the way Jane’s body had responded to my touch, to the way she had made me feel.

Just as I was starting to get back into the zone, there was a soft knock at the door. I looked up, expecting to see one of the other girls, but instead, it was Jane. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “I need to talk to you about something.” I nodded, and followed her out of my office and down the hall to the meeting room.

As we walked in, I was surprised to see all of the girls from the office sitting in a semi-circle, looking at us expectantly. Jane turned to me and mouthed “please,” her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before I knew it, I was logging into the screen’s computer and accessing my emails. I clicked on the link that Suzie had sent me, and dimmed the lights. The film started, and the girls watched, entranced, as the two women on screen kissed and teased each other.

As the film reached its climax, I could see the girls starting to react, their bodies responding to the sight of the women on screen. Some were fidgeting, trying to quiet their own desires, while others were openly rubbing their pussies through their clothes.

When the film ended, I instructed the girls to strip and partner up with the woman to their right. I told them to explore each other’s bodies, to do whatever they wanted, as long as it was consensual.

As I sat back and watched, I was taken aback by the sight before me. The girls were touching each other, kissing each other, and licking each other’s bodies. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, and yet, it felt completely natural.

One of the girls was lying on her back, her partner’s head buried in her lap, licking her pussy feverishly. Another couple was on the floor, the woman on top, eating her partner out. And then there were the four girls on the floor together, their heads buried in each other’s pussies, licking and fingering each other.

I tried to ignore my own desires, to focus on the girls and their exploration of each other’s bodies. But it was no use. I could feel my own body responding, my own pussy becoming wet and ready.

As the girls continued to explore each other, I quietly left the meeting room and made my way back to my office. I called Suzie’s mobile, my heart racing with excitement. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over?” Suzie agreed, and I hung up the phone, feeling a sense of anticipation that I hadn’t felt in a long time.