I've got blogger on my phone so I'm hoping to post more. At least more than the 140 characters that you get on Twitter! I'm sitting in a very quiet office reading back my horny times in Germany. Problem is it always makes me wet.
I can feel the moisture in my knickers and I'm about to get on a crowded tube with them. If you're on a westbound Central Line train anytime and you see a flush looking woman and a strange odour, it's probably me!
Thursday 29 November 2012
Thursday 22 November 2012
It had to end sometime..
I've been putting this off for a long time. I'm not sure if it's because of the trauma involved or just that I'm lazy. Judging from the frequency or my blog posts recently, I'm guessing it has more to do with the latter!
Anyone who follows me on Twitter (and if not, why not - @sarasexgoddess) will know that I recently left my job. I never went into the details but now I feel the time has come to spill the beans.
(Cue dreamy hazey wavey lines... it begins at our HQ in good old Munich in Germany)
One of my projects was going badly wrong and myself and the PM were summoned to HQ. I don't mind going there. Nightlife in Munich is good and the corporate hotel always give us good rooms. Lots of room, sofa's, walk in showers. It's all a horny girl like me needs to spend most of her time masturbating!
Our CIO's office has some cute girls on view as well which help's me pass the time nicely. I had a mini session with one of them at a party last year. Drunken fondling and kissing towards the end of the night in a quiet corner before she got taken home by her boyfriend. I did manage to establish she was wearing no panties that night just before finding out how wet I'd made her. It was a very brief encounter and went no further.
But she was in the office that day, resplendant in short black skirt, t-shirt and tight fitting cardie. We exchanged glances and her cheeks went as red as her lips. I guess she remembered me then!
We bumped into each other a few times. Most probably because I wanted to find out if she fancied taking it any further. Eventually I got her to agree to a coffee in the small cafe within the campus. She told me about the sex she had with her (now ex) boyfriend after the party. She'd forced his hand up her skirt while in the taxi and he happily found out how turned on she was. I managed to calm her down before enquiring if she'd ever progressed her bi-curious feelings. Now came some long stories of occasions when she wished she'd had the courage with one or two girls but never quite managed it.
If you've heard the phrases 'red rag to a bull', 'pig in shit' or 'kid in a sweetshop' you'll know how I was feeling right about now.
"Well I have a glorious room in our hotel, plenty of space for two girls to enjoy themselves"
Her face went red again, her head dropped to the floor. My heart was racing and I guess her's was too. She slowly looked back up and me and gently nodded. She looked at her watch, stood up and made her excuses to get back to work.
Now we have two problems here, one; I knew I was in for a late night and two; we had not made any plans or swapped details.
Again I had to spend the rest of the day trying to find time to get her on her own or bump into her somewhere. Many hours later, after I had given up hope, who should I find in the loo's but my favourite office girl. She'd been waiting for me to come out of the meeting and was doing her make up. I asked if she didn't mind waiting a bit longer as I just had one small meeting left with the CIO himself. Everyone else had gone home. This time we swapped numbers.
Thankfully he wasn't too long. Just gave me a royal bollocking for letting it get to the stage where he had to be involved. He left shortly after. I was alone in the board room. I glanced outside to see the floor was also empty. I sent my text telling her to meet me in the board room and began packing my things away.
She sat down and crossed her legs in front of me. "So do you have any panties on now?" I enquired. She stood, lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong. Pink. "No" came the blunt reply.
I rolled my chair towards hers and placed my hand on her bare thigh. We moved closer to kiss and I slid it higher towards the juice warm space between her legs. She shuffled while pulling her skirt up so she could part her legs. I could feel she was tense and gripping the chair arm. I gently held her hand and placed it on one of my breasts while unbuttoning the top of my blouse. I lent back in again to kiss her and felt her warm hand begin its first journey across the soft pink flesh of my chest. It wasn't long before my blouse was off and bra not far behind it. She tenderly kissed my nipples rigid while I explored her soaking pussy with a finger or two. I stood and removed my trousers while she did the same with her skirt. I pushed her back towards the table and knelt in front of her glistening pubic hair. My tongue went in and found her clit as I felt her hands on my head. I could feel her push me in towards her. I stopped and stood up. Kissing her with my wet face and letting her taste herself, I moved her hand between my legs. She was shaking now as she explored my pussy. I lifted her t-shirt and scooped her tits from her bra. My tongue licking her pert nipples as she moaned.
I was getting close to orgasm so I pushed her back onto the table, slid her legs round and climbed on top. Thankful for the money spent on this sturdy furniture, I lowered my bare ass onto her face. At first she just gently kissed my lips and clit in a very teasing way. I lent forward and forced my tongue through her pubes once more. I parted them further with my fingers to fully expose the clitoris. Now she started moaning again and copied my actions, her tongue finding a new use. I could feel myself cumming when the door burst open and someone walked in.
Shocked, I looked up to see an older woman motionless and mouth wide open. I recognised her and she recognised me. I shut my legs together and squatted on my girl, hoping she couldn't be seen. For a split second I thought she was going to join us but sadly she just removed a phone from her pocket, took a picture and left.
We jumped off the table and dressed in a hurry. No one saw us leave. Later that night I got a call from the CIO asking me to return to the office first thing instead of going back to my branch office. I didn't ask why but guessed it may have something to do with my board room encounter.
To cut a long and now not so horny story short. I was forced to resign. No tribunals, no fuss, no embarrassment for anyone. They wanted me to name who I was with but I kept quiet. I handed over everything of theirs I had and was marched off the premises.
I cried all the way home.
Anyone who follows me on Twitter (and if not, why not - @sarasexgoddess) will know that I recently left my job. I never went into the details but now I feel the time has come to spill the beans.
(Cue dreamy hazey wavey lines... it begins at our HQ in good old Munich in Germany)
One of my projects was going badly wrong and myself and the PM were summoned to HQ. I don't mind going there. Nightlife in Munich is good and the corporate hotel always give us good rooms. Lots of room, sofa's, walk in showers. It's all a horny girl like me needs to spend most of her time masturbating!
Our CIO's office has some cute girls on view as well which help's me pass the time nicely. I had a mini session with one of them at a party last year. Drunken fondling and kissing towards the end of the night in a quiet corner before she got taken home by her boyfriend. I did manage to establish she was wearing no panties that night just before finding out how wet I'd made her. It was a very brief encounter and went no further.
But she was in the office that day, resplendant in short black skirt, t-shirt and tight fitting cardie. We exchanged glances and her cheeks went as red as her lips. I guess she remembered me then!
We bumped into each other a few times. Most probably because I wanted to find out if she fancied taking it any further. Eventually I got her to agree to a coffee in the small cafe within the campus. She told me about the sex she had with her (now ex) boyfriend after the party. She'd forced his hand up her skirt while in the taxi and he happily found out how turned on she was. I managed to calm her down before enquiring if she'd ever progressed her bi-curious feelings. Now came some long stories of occasions when she wished she'd had the courage with one or two girls but never quite managed it.
If you've heard the phrases 'red rag to a bull', 'pig in shit' or 'kid in a sweetshop' you'll know how I was feeling right about now.
"Well I have a glorious room in our hotel, plenty of space for two girls to enjoy themselves"
Her face went red again, her head dropped to the floor. My heart was racing and I guess her's was too. She slowly looked back up and me and gently nodded. She looked at her watch, stood up and made her excuses to get back to work.
Now we have two problems here, one; I knew I was in for a late night and two; we had not made any plans or swapped details.
Again I had to spend the rest of the day trying to find time to get her on her own or bump into her somewhere. Many hours later, after I had given up hope, who should I find in the loo's but my favourite office girl. She'd been waiting for me to come out of the meeting and was doing her make up. I asked if she didn't mind waiting a bit longer as I just had one small meeting left with the CIO himself. Everyone else had gone home. This time we swapped numbers.
Thankfully he wasn't too long. Just gave me a royal bollocking for letting it get to the stage where he had to be involved. He left shortly after. I was alone in the board room. I glanced outside to see the floor was also empty. I sent my text telling her to meet me in the board room and began packing my things away.
She sat down and crossed her legs in front of me. "So do you have any panties on now?" I enquired. She stood, lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong. Pink. "No" came the blunt reply.
I rolled my chair towards hers and placed my hand on her bare thigh. We moved closer to kiss and I slid it higher towards the juice warm space between her legs. She shuffled while pulling her skirt up so she could part her legs. I could feel she was tense and gripping the chair arm. I gently held her hand and placed it on one of my breasts while unbuttoning the top of my blouse. I lent back in again to kiss her and felt her warm hand begin its first journey across the soft pink flesh of my chest. It wasn't long before my blouse was off and bra not far behind it. She tenderly kissed my nipples rigid while I explored her soaking pussy with a finger or two. I stood and removed my trousers while she did the same with her skirt. I pushed her back towards the table and knelt in front of her glistening pubic hair. My tongue went in and found her clit as I felt her hands on my head. I could feel her push me in towards her. I stopped and stood up. Kissing her with my wet face and letting her taste herself, I moved her hand between my legs. She was shaking now as she explored my pussy. I lifted her t-shirt and scooped her tits from her bra. My tongue licking her pert nipples as she moaned.
I was getting close to orgasm so I pushed her back onto the table, slid her legs round and climbed on top. Thankful for the money spent on this sturdy furniture, I lowered my bare ass onto her face. At first she just gently kissed my lips and clit in a very teasing way. I lent forward and forced my tongue through her pubes once more. I parted them further with my fingers to fully expose the clitoris. Now she started moaning again and copied my actions, her tongue finding a new use. I could feel myself cumming when the door burst open and someone walked in.
Shocked, I looked up to see an older woman motionless and mouth wide open. I recognised her and she recognised me. I shut my legs together and squatted on my girl, hoping she couldn't be seen. For a split second I thought she was going to join us but sadly she just removed a phone from her pocket, took a picture and left.
We jumped off the table and dressed in a hurry. No one saw us leave. Later that night I got a call from the CIO asking me to return to the office first thing instead of going back to my branch office. I didn't ask why but guessed it may have something to do with my board room encounter.
To cut a long and now not so horny story short. I was forced to resign. No tribunals, no fuss, no embarrassment for anyone. They wanted me to name who I was with but I kept quiet. I handed over everything of theirs I had and was marched off the premises.
I cried all the way home.
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