I was in the office bathroom looking in the mirror. She had just had lunch, perhaps a little rushed by the promise of a

I was in the office bathroom looking in the mirror. She had just had lunch, perhaps a little rushed by the promise of a friend to send me by email another erotic story written by him. The first one I received it 15 days ago and it really helped me a lot. I always knew that my friend was something daring and mischievous when it comes to sex things but I never imagined that had the facility to write and express in such a clear and provocative way his experiences After reading his story, I insisted a lot on him to Keep writing, and today is the day I will fulfill my wish. I started brushing my teeth to return to my post, and Because of trying to guess what could be written in the story, I I imagined that the brush was not such but a rich penis that entered and exited of my mouth going around everywhere with circular movements, and that the foam that produces the effect of toothpaste when brushing was semen whitish that flowed from the penis and filled my entire mouth as if by magic. I reacted to feeling that my hand was caressing my breast and that my nipple was leaking a little milk that wet my bra and went through to my blouse. (I have a 5 month old baby and I am in the middle of breastfeeding) I felt very sorry at the time, but when I realized that There was no one else in the bathroom, I calmed down and left the bathroom after having completed my hygiene routine. When I saw the computer screen I verified that my friend did not had disappointed, and that just as he had promised me I had before me a new erotic story that I was sure would arouse a lot of curiosity in me. Without even having Opening the file, I already felt that something juicy was running through my parts, wetting my face. underwear. The phone rang. It was my boss calling everyone department where I work to a meeting in 5 minutes in their office. I felt angry for a moment knowing that I couldn't read properly. immediately what they had sent me, but the wait awakened in me a morbidity that I knew I would be satisfied soon. I must confess that although the meeting lasted approximately one hour and a half, time passed relatively quickly for me, since everything happened to me the time thinking about the story and brushing, from time to time and below the table, my parts to check that I was getting wetter and wetter. of having carried pants would be noticeable, but fortunately that day I wore a skirt. Back in my position I couldn't hold it any longer and opened almost desperately the long-awaited story, checking, from the first line the same as having insisted my friend to write again did not It had been in vain. With each sentence I read, a feeling awoke in me. desire to be caressed all over my body, and my juices gushed out without any until I got my panties so wet that I started to feel the pain. moisture on the inside of my thighs. Without any type of scruple, I brought the chair as close as I could. to the desk so I can put my hand under my skirt and try for all means of removing my panties so I could touch myself freely. To the I finally achieved it. I thought it was nothing new. I continued reading, getting more and more excited and without stopping touching myself. I introduced a finger into my vagina, to which I reacted by the moan I produced when feel penetrated by myself. Turning my face out of an instinct of caution I could see that one of my co-workers had been engrossed in watching all of the the strange (for her) movements (pleasant for me) that she made in the desk. I felt very ashamed and the feeling of frustration was just like the You feel how much you are about to finish and they cut your note. I tried to settle into the position but she made a sign to me. that I didn't understand, until he wrote to me on Messenger to please don't stop and to pretend that she wasn't seeing me. It had always been rumored around the office that the girl was bisexual, but I had never believed it until that day. I don't know why (I don't like women) I was successful. very much the fact that he saw me while I continued with my things, so I continued reading until I reached the level of excitement I had again. before this little incident. From time to time I turned to see her and knew, from her movements and gestures she made, that she was also touching herself, even more shamelessly than me because one of his hands was completely inside her blouse caressing her breasts. I also really wanted to pet mine, but the fear that the fact that the milk would stain my entire blouse produced in me prevented it. My friend's story openly narrated a fantasy that he has with me and that I, I think that for reasons more of scruples than of I wish I did not want to please him. He wants madly, and this is what he has let me know, to caress me and kiss my breasts and feel how milk flows from my nipples until it fills the mouth and quench your thirst. Reading the story, and imagining that I was pleasing, was what really drove me crazy. It was the spark that lit all my desires and that allowed my shyness to be put aside so that the person I really am will emerge from within me when I am excited and hot and that he, without knowing it, and through his stories, has managed to awaken. I picked up the phone to call him and tell him to pick me up. at the end of the afternoon. My intention was to do all the things that I had imagined minutes ago. But I didn't dare to score. I would like to know what else he does I need to decide once and for all to play with him, but I can't find the answer. I don't know how many orgasms I had. At least two. From my friend, Don't even ask me, but I'm sure he also enjoyed it a lot. Until the day of Today I have never spoken to her about the subject. While I decide, I will follow proposing arguments to my friend to continue writing A kiss..