Tracy was warm. Incredibly, undeniably warm. Her face was flush, her pussy a blazing furnace of need. She sighed. She was never this horny as Kirsty or Trent.
She sighed from pleasure and no small amount of embarrassment. She had to masturbate, couldn’t let it go. Absentmindedly her hand snaked its way to her chest. She missed Kirsty’s boobs; her own breasts were smaller, but no less sensitive. She squeezed tenderly, rubbed her nipple through her bra. A finger slipped in, then another. She cupped her yearning breasts and squeezed her tender nipple. Her areolas were smaller than Kirsty’s.
She looked around. It was shortly after lunch break, and most people were working at their desks. She doubted anyone would want to get water or a break for another half hour. Some may even be having a stealthy nap. She remembered chastising herself when Trent fell asleep at his desk. She would have made a cute couple, if Trent had been straight. She remembered how great it felt to play with Trent’s cock…
Her hand was in her panties before she knew it. Her pussy was desperately wet as she imagined Mr. Derby railing her like the naughty girl she was. Trent’s desires were so strong...and she couldn’t pretend Kirsty hadn’t thought about it either. She rubbed the entrance of her slick pussy, gathering the womanly cum on her fingers and moving it to her clit. As she rubbed it with her delicate, moist fingers, her whole body became flush. Her toes curled and she was forced to bite her lip to stifle her moaning. She thought about Mr. Derby’s warm smile, his distinguished silver hair, the prodigious bulge in his pants that he seemed so proud to draw attention to with his body language.
Her fingers swirled around her clit as her left hand cupped her perky tits. She didn’t remember taking them out of her bra, but there they were. She twisted her nipples until pleasure turned to pain and then back again. She imagined him squeezing them, licking them, then kissing his way down her body to her warm, inviting vagina. He would bury his face in that cute little cunt, his tongue massaging her insides and sending pulses of pleasure up her entire body. She would return the favor, of course, taking his manhood in her mouth, listening to his moans as she pumped his shaft with her lips, rolled her tongue over his cockhead. She imagined fucking...no, being fucked by his engorged cock, in her pussy, her ass, her soul, in every style and position imaginable. She needed him inside her, his thrusts shaking his house, her moans heard through the neighborhood as he pumped her full of his warm, delicious seed.
The pressure inside her was overwhelming. She wasn’t just masturbating; she was fucking herself, and there was a romance to it of a kind Trent and Kirsty could never share otherwise.
She gasped in joy as she fingered herself under the desk. At first just one finger, then another, her thumb still rubbing her clit, the nectar of her cunt dribbling down her legs in rivulets. She slipped a third finger into her tight entrance, and she imagined it was Mr. Derby’s cock as she bit her lip until it bled. At last she couldn’t take it anymore; she hollered in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave overcame her.
After the waves washed over her, she felt contentment in a way she never had before in her original lives. She was panting from the exertion, torn between continuing and surrendering to exhaustion. Her body was sore, her pussy especially. She looked down at herself, her tits bared, scrunched slightly by the bra beneath them. She saw her stomach, and wondered if she could get pregnant. She had assumed she could; she didn’t think Trent’s essence would affect her reproductive system. But how could she know?
Lost in thought, Tracy heard a noise. She cursed to herself and slid under the table, where she began putting her clothes back in their proper order. There was someone else nearby.