She was all set now. She looked at the picture again for inspiration and nodded. She sat back on the office chair in front of the desktop computer. She lifted her legs and placed them beside the desktop, one leg at each side. She moved back a couple of inches so that her legs were spread really wide. She looked down. Her panties were sticking into her crotch, and there was a dark spot right in the middle of her crotch. Vicky liked what she saw. It made her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted. She glanced at the desktop wallpaper again. It made her feel like she was part of Mr. and Mrs. Russell’s intimate moment.
She leaned back against the office chair and slipped her hand beneath her panties, right into her crotch. As her fingers made contact with her pussy, she realized she was already very wet. Perfect. With her eyes fixed on the computer screen, she began to move her fingers. They weren’t inside her yet. Her fingers were simply touching, wandering, and exploring. Her eyes flew to Mr. Russell’s hands, which were planted firmly on the tabletop.
Vicky pictured out it was those hands that were squirming into the space between her panties and crotch. Those strong powerful-looking hands that groped at her wet flesh greedily and hungrily. Her nipples perked up at this thought, and she ran her other hand over them to make them feel they weren’t neglected. She bit her lip and leaned back some more on the office chair. She was completely turned on now. Her breath began to come in short spurts. She was breathing, almost panting, in harsh shallow breaths. Her panting sounds echoed all around the living room. She was alone, but her soft cries didn’t sound lonely.
As she slid one of her fingers inside her soft and moist slit, she shut her eyes. She was into the moment now. Nothing could stop her. Her finger probed and explored every wet inch of her pussy. Vicky was so wet now she could hardly feel her finger moving inside her. She pushed it in even deeper. It hurt a bit, and she cried out loud. The pain went away almost immediately, though, and she resumed her poking and probing. Her slits were dripping with thick fluid now, but she had no intention of stopping. She went on poking and probing and running her flat palm all over her breasts. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own as they started to raise themselves up and move in time with the poking and probing of her finger. Soon her finger was sliding in and out of her. With each thrust her hips rose and fell. In no time, her movements became smooth and she couldn’t help but cry out some more in between thrusts. She was delirious with ecstasy. It was almost like she was fucking someone.
I’m fucking Mr. Russell, Vicky thought. The idea excited her, and she moved her finger and hips faster. She inserted another finger inside her pussy, adding to the mounting pressure she was feeling down there. Two fingers inside her still didn’t feel right, so she slid another finger in. Now she was satisfied. She felt full and stretched, which was how she liked it. With her other hand, she spread her cunt wide open so as to accommodate all the fingers that were inside her. There was also something about having to “force” herself open that made her feel giddy with delight and lust. She resumed her thrusting and humping. Boy, did three fingers ever feel better than one!
Vicky was so absorbed into the moment that she didn’t feel the hands clamping down on her breasts right away. In fact, the second the hands fondled her breasts, she moaned out loud and arched her back so as to give the hands more access to her breast meat. The hands responded by squeezing and pulling at her tits hard, almost to the point of pain, but Vicky didn’t mind. Her sexual experience may be far and few, but when she had them, she almost always went down the rough and wild route.
It was only a few minutes later when she realized she was no longer alone. The hands digging into her breasts couldn’t be hers, as hers were too busy playing with her most private spot down there.
Her lusty mood snapped, and she opened her eyes in surprise. Her hands were still buried beneath her panties and into her crotch, so she was beyond horrified when she looked up and found herself looking right into Mr. Russell’s clear blue eyes.
Vicky was stunned. She was so horrified she was unable to do anything for a few seconds but stare up and back at those baby blues. Her mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish out of the water and struggling to catch its breath. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and her hands-which have been squirming frantically beneath her panties for several minutes now-became still. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. She couldn’t believe her employer had caught her playing with herself. Then she thought of the wallpaper on the desktop computer, and she gasped. Mr. Russell might think she had been snooping around!