Only an hour and a half to go and it will be 5:00 p.m., the end of her work day. Céleste can't wait any longer: she remains distracted, absent, and immersed in her thoughts, which is not lost on her clients or her boss.
Once again, she begins to dream of what she could do with the rest of her day and the rest of the weekend. Her overstimulated sex is calling to her more and more as the hours go by, and she has an urgent need to satisfy herself, to go all the way to pleasure. She wonders how Jeff is doing, inside her for more than eight full long hours already.
While bringing two banana splits to a group of students who are having a snack, she tries to imagine what her dear brother is going through, what he perceives, what he feels, how time passes for him. She is very sensitive to the enormous erotic power of the situation, and she feels more and more turned on and distracted, at the limit of the bearable.
Finally, not being able to stand it any longer, she goes to find the chef of the restaurant, taking advantage of the fact that the hour is rather quiet. "I don't feel very well," she prefers. "Could I go to the bathroom?" Really, she humiliates herself in front of her, but it is the only thing to do now, what her whole being tends towards. "Yes, my dear, I see that you aren't in a great form!", answers the chief with a benevolent air.
While trying not to look too rushed, Celeste heads to the modest women's restroom of the establishment: a suite of 3 stalls and a small, but clean and well-maintained hand-washing sink. Luckily, no one is there.
Celeste locks herself in the first stall, after making sure it's clean. Sighing in anticipation, she lowers her pants, then her panties. Her little pussy appears, as small and delicate as usual. If it were not so reddened and wet, she says to herself, one would not even see there something unusual... Without wasting time, she spreads her two lips with her hands. At the very bottom appears the end of the small metallic ball: Jeff, all astonished undoubtedly to see the daylight again after his long stay at the depths of her.
"Hello Jeff! I hope that all goes well for you, as well as for me!" she murmurs. Inserting her index finger, she touches the ball and begins to slide it towards the exit. The thing is certainly not easy: the small sphere is deeply inserted and its surface is slippery and does not present any catch. After several attempts which only contribute to stimulate her more, she finally manages to shake it and to bring it closer to the exit. She concentrates her internal muscles and finally succeeds in extracting it and letting it fall in her open palm.
Bringing it in front of her face, she scans the object, as if to make sure that all is well. Its surface, always so smooth, is shining of her abundant fluid. She brings it up to her nose and recognizes the very present scent of her own feminine musk, powerful, but not unpleasant, rather arousing. "Jeff, I've never done this, but I wonder what you taste like," she blushes. She brings the ball up to her mouth and places a loving kiss on its surface, before running her tongue over it. She detects a metallic taste, a little salty, but not as strong as the smell. For the sport, she opens the mouth and undertakes to deposit the object there. She succeeds only with difficulty, and it is not pleasant to have something so big in the mouth. Soaking the orb with her saliva, she spits it in her open hand.
During this time, her left index finger had not stopped caressing distractedly her pussy. But she had to be now assuaged. She approaches then again the ben-wa ball well lubricated of saliva of her avid sex, but without putting it back in place. On the contrary she undertakes from now on to caress herself with the help of the object, by making it slide against the soaked surface of her feminine juice, by insisting particularly around her small clitoris, sensitive as ever. At times, she pushes the sphere in and takes it back out, especially insisting on the narrowest, most sensitive area.
For Jeff, it is a new sensation. After the short but interesting experience of the inside of Celeste's mouth, he now finds himself rubbed all over the sex of his adopted sister and big crush. The aroma and smell blossoms in the air around him and the slide excites him to the core, as if he is being offered the best masturbation session, but his whole body is his sex, and it is taking place in the sexiest, cutest place in the world.
Quickly, Celeste enjoys a first time, then a second, then a third, biting in the collar of her sweater to avoid emitting too audible moans. A chance that no customer entered yet. As for Jeff, he experiences a form of metaphorical orgasm, which looks more like a new level of pleasure than an ultimate satisfaction. He orgasms as many times as Celeste, and almost in perfect synchronization, the obvious pleasure of his sister not being for nothing.
Finally, someone pushes the door and enters in the cabin next to Celeste's. The young girl considers that she has had her fill for the moment and that it is time to get back to work if she does not want to lose all credibility forever. Pressing firmly with her hand on Jeff's form, she sends it back into the depths of her sex, as far as possible, until again nothing is visible from the outside. Hoping not to smell too much, she pulls up her panties and pants, goes to wash her hands, wetting her cheeks with cold water to try to alleviate the redness of the effort and returns to work.