with her. No words
were spoken; just undercurrents of a strong sexual urge to be subdued and to
surrender.
Andrea realized
her dreams were wild reminders of how long she has been without any sexual
gratification. Six months to be exact. Unavoidably, she and Mark, her boyfriend
of two years, had broken up when she made the move to come to New York to start
on her new job at the Publishing Company.
Mark was
a computer technician back in California and he could not make the move to be
with her in New York. So they broke off the relationship instead.
It was
difficult from the start. Looking for a place to live and finding her niche in
the new place was quite challenging. Andrea accepted the truth that she was
still the new kid on the block and had much to prove to her employer and
colleagues. She was eager and willing to do all kinds of job just to climb her
way up the ladder of success.
Andrea
recognized that her wet dreams were her body’s way of reminding her that she
was a healthy young woman at the peak of her womanhood and she needed to find
ways to assuage her body’s longing for sexual pleasure.
Andrea
tried to shake the thoughts away from her head. She was running late and she
needed to be at the office for the daily brainstorming that her boss held at
the start of the day. Locations were assigned right after the meeting to
determine where each would go for the interviews. Andrea sincerely hoped that
she need not go somewhere across town just to do an interview with someone
inconsequential. She was dressed much too nicely for that. She wished to be
assigned to a business tycoon, or a movie producer.
With a
sigh, she remembered her rank at the office. She was at the bottom of the
feeding chain right now.
“Oh
well,” Andrea consoled herself. She just needed to be patient. Her time will
come soon enough. If she dressed to succeed, success will eventually find her
someday, Andrea thought as she closed the door of her apartment behind her.
2
A s Andrea
rounded the corner where her office was located, a huge city bus rolled by with
a sign splattered across its body with the question WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR
YOURSELF LATELY?
It was a
banner for a new spa that has opened in town. But the question brought a smile
to Andrea’s lips as she remembered how she had played with herself that very
morning. Her orgasm was pretty heavy and the thought made her knees feel like
jelly.
“Oh my god,”
Andrea thought to herself. “If that made me feel good, I wonder what a real man
can do for me....It’s been so long...” Amanda thought to herself. And the idea of a
man’s cock inside her made her feel warm and moist between her legs.
Opening
the door to her office, she caught sight of Ben, one of the Senior Editors
waiting by the elevator door.
“Hold the
elevator please...” Andrea called out as Ben entered and punched in the button
to their office on the 20 th floor.
Hey sexy,
how was your night?” Ben asked in a friendly voice.
Now
Andrea had a crush on Ben from the very start. But he seemed devoted to his
very pregnant wife and never showed any indication of wanting to play around
with any of the staff at the office. There were rumors that he and the other boys
would frequent strip clubs, but if they did, the men had a code of silence
among them. Nobody really knew if the talks were true.
Andrea
fluttered her lashes at him and said, “Hmmmm.... my night was ordinary enough,
but this morning was spectacular.”
“Oh, your
boyfriend must have stayed the night then?” Ben asked.
“Nope, no
boyfriend. Just me all alone in a big bed.” Andrea replied with a laugh.
Ben’s
eyes grew wide as he caught on to what Andrea meant.
“Wish I
was there to be of assistance...” Ben answered naughtily back at her.
Andrea
kept quiet and ran her fingers through her hair as her tongue flicked over her
moist lips.
She gave
Ben a coquettish smile as she noticed that Ben had gotten a hard-on. His cock
was bulging through
were spoken; just undercurrents of a strong sexual urge to be subdued and to
surrender.
Andrea realized
her dreams were wild reminders of how long she has been without any sexual
gratification. Six months to be exact. Unavoidably, she and Mark, her boyfriend
of two years, had broken up when she made the move to come to New York to start
on her new job at the Publishing Company.
Mark was
a computer technician back in California and he could not make the move to be
with her in New York. So they broke off the relationship instead.
It was
difficult from the start. Looking for a place to live and finding her niche in
the new place was quite challenging. Andrea accepted the truth that she was
still the new kid on the block and had much to prove to her employer and
colleagues. She was eager and willing to do all kinds of job just to climb her
way up the ladder of success.
Andrea
recognized that her wet dreams were her body’s way of reminding her that she
was a healthy young woman at the peak of her womanhood and she needed to find
ways to assuage her body’s longing for sexual pleasure.
Andrea
tried to shake the thoughts away from her head. She was running late and she
needed to be at the office for the daily brainstorming that her boss held at
the start of the day. Locations were assigned right after the meeting to
determine where each would go for the interviews. Andrea sincerely hoped that
she need not go somewhere across town just to do an interview with someone
inconsequential. She was dressed much too nicely for that. She wished to be
assigned to a business tycoon, or a movie producer.
With a
sigh, she remembered her rank at the office. She was at the bottom of the
feeding chain right now.
“Oh
well,” Andrea consoled herself. She just needed to be patient. Her time will
come soon enough. If she dressed to succeed, success will eventually find her
someday, Andrea thought as she closed the door of her apartment behind her.
2
A s Andrea
rounded the corner where her office was located, a huge city bus rolled by with
a sign splattered across its body with the question WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR
YOURSELF LATELY?
It was a
banner for a new spa that has opened in town. But the question brought a smile
to Andrea’s lips as she remembered how she had played with herself that very
morning. Her orgasm was pretty heavy and the thought made her knees feel like
jelly.
“Oh my god,”
Andrea thought to herself. “If that made me feel good, I wonder what a real man
can do for me....It’s been so long...” Amanda thought to herself. And the idea of a
man’s cock inside her made her feel warm and moist between her legs.
Opening
the door to her office, she caught sight of Ben, one of the Senior Editors
waiting by the elevator door.
“Hold the
elevator please...” Andrea called out as Ben entered and punched in the button
to their office on the 20 th floor.
Hey sexy,
how was your night?” Ben asked in a friendly voice.
Now
Andrea had a crush on Ben from the very start. But he seemed devoted to his
very pregnant wife and never showed any indication of wanting to play around
with any of the staff at the office. There were rumors that he and the other boys
would frequent strip clubs, but if they did, the men had a code of silence
among them. Nobody really knew if the talks were true.
Andrea
fluttered her lashes at him and said, “Hmmmm.... my night was ordinary enough,
but this morning was spectacular.”
“Oh, your
boyfriend must have stayed the night then?” Ben asked.
“Nope, no
boyfriend. Just me all alone in a big bed.” Andrea replied with a laugh.
Ben’s
eyes grew wide as he caught on to what Andrea meant.
“Wish I
was there to be of assistance...” Ben answered naughtily back at her.
Andrea
kept quiet and ran her fingers through her hair as her tongue flicked over her
moist lips.
She gave
Ben a coquettish smile as she noticed that Ben had gotten a hard-on. His cock
was bulging through
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