UPDATE: For some unknown reason, I wake up horny as hell. A refreshing shower doesn’t prevent my panties from getting wet from rubbing against my labia. My nipples are poking forward like two rearing horses. Putting on a bra now would be torture and end in an intense self-gratification session that I don’t have time for right now. So I put on a light blouse made of fine material, which gently stimulates my nipples every time I move. Just enough to enjoy it without having to take action right away. You can see through it a little, but I don’t have time to look for another blouse, and this one also goes perfectly with my leather skirt. Quickly put on some perfume, put on my heels, and then run to catch the bus.
My breasts jiggle deliciously loosely in my blouse as I sprint to the bus stop on the corner. My panties are already nice and wet from all that physical stimulation. With every step I tense my pelvic floor muscles, so that running is not only necessary to catch the bus, but also provides delicious vaginal friction. If only I had had more time, I would have quickly put in a butt plug! Maybe there is one at my work… I hear the bus coming behind me and put in some extra effort to get to the bus stop just in time. The bus slows down a bit, and I can already guess why. It is probably Pieter who is driving – he can never keep his eyes off my buttocks.
I can already see Tom standing at the bus stop. He looks up and a gleam of desire appears in his eyes. He is clearly enjoying my efforts. The thought of two men visibly enjoying me here while I am physically doing my best does not help my hard nipples to relax. They poke even harder through my blouse, if possible, and I have to concentrate on walking on and ignoring my throbbing, warm vagina. When I arrive, Tom gives me a broad wink and whispers behind me: “If I were not a politician, I would have taken you here and now!” I turn my hips slightly so that my warm butt just brushes against his crotch, where a clear erection is hidden. I wink at him and say: “Long live politics.” The effect is exactly as I hoped; Tom smiles back at me mischievously with eyes full of desire, and I already know that I can expect an angry e-mail from his secretary full of reproaches.
As if I can do anything about the fact that he buys her the same clothes as I wear (according to her, although she has only seen me a few times), fucks her hard every morning after our bus ride as soon as he gets home, ties her up under his desk and lets her give him a blowjob whenever he feels like it. My last response to her messages was short and clear: “Find another job or stop complaining and start pleasing.” Tom, our red rascal, he knows what he wants!
Pieter smiles broadly when I show my bus ticket. There is still a free seat just behind him. Perfect, so no one can see how excited I am. The bus fills up as we get closer to the city. I calmly look outside and try to mentally prepare myself for the meeting that is about to take place at the Radisson. I can’t make any mistakes if I want to have a chance at that office with a beautiful view of the city. Landing this client is essential, says Jean Luc, and that’s up to me! And then a Maserati, a nice promotion. Jean Luc doesn’t understand why I wanted that Maserati in the deal. “You already have two Porsches, a 911 turbo and a Cayenne, a Viper, a souped-up VW bus and a modified VW Beetle! AND you ALWAYS take the bus!?” is his standard response. Then I wink at him mysteriously, and he always blushes, after which he quickly starts talking about something else. Jean Luc is a great guy! He probably fantasizes about me, but he’s a real gentleman who loves his wife very much. He’s a rarity in the circles I move in every day.
While my clitoris throbs softly between my legs, I go over my strategies. The bus stops, and Pieter clears his throat to bring my thoughts back. It doesn’t work right away, so he turns around and taps my leg. Oh yes, I startle from my thoughts, jump out of my seat and get off the bus, whispering to Pieter as I pass by: “Tomorrow evening, prepare to put your life in my hands.” A blush spreads across his cheeks, but only I see that.
Another bit of walking; a lovely breeze plays around me and in my blouse, and the Radisson looms before me. I feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Through the revolving door and on my way to the elevator. The meeting room is on the second floor, and I hesitate for a moment between the stairs and the elevator. The elevator doors are just opening, so I get in. I see the doors closing in the mirrors and am just about to press the button for the second floor when a firm hand slides between the doors and opens them again. A muscular giant with a lovely scent and such ‘mafia glasses’ steps in. As the doors close, he presses the button for the seventeenth floor, turns around, quickly puts his big hand over my mouth and pulls me against him…