Sex with Strangers Collection by Natasha Hunter

Author:Natasha Hunter [Hunter, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-06-29T04:00:00+00:00

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It was true. She did want Christopher's body! Desperately! She had spent all morning unable to concentrate—her thoughts were all over the place as she lusted after her mysterious man. In her favorite fantasy, she was alone with him on the train at night. He would look at her with those smoldering, beautiful blue eyes from across the aisle and smile. She would be a brazen little slut and part her legs and show off her black, lacy thong. He'd watch her finger herself while rubbing his hand over his crotch. Then, he'd come over, kneel in front of her, and peel her lacy thong down her creamy white thighs.

Squirming at her desk with a soft little sigh, she continued to let the fantasy play out in her mind. Christopher kissed her thighs as his fingers roamed higher, pushing her legs further apart. She imagined his lips to be soft and pliant as they brushed across her pussy. His tongue would part her folds and lap at her honey-sweet flesh until she came. He would kiss up her stomach until his mouth was on hers. He'd fondle her breast as he'd push her back onto the bench. He would hover over her, stroke in and out of her.

In and out...

She uttered a deep sigh of frustration as her phone rang, breaking her out of her erotic reverie. After ending the call, she stood up from her desk and paced around her small office. She glanced out the open windows, watching her colleagues as they worked away, oblivious to her dilemma—of the ache between her legs that wouldn't stop.

'Perhaps I should just go and take care of this,' she thought, hoping a quick trip into the bathroom could ease her sexual tension. It would be risky but worth it. She needed release. 'Afterwards, I'll be able to get some work completed,' she reasoned with herself. She headed off to the womens' employee bathroom and frowned as she realized it wasn't empty. Marla, her uncle's secretary, was perched on the bathroom counter, long legs crossed as she puffed away on a cigarette while chatting on her phone.

Ugh.

A few seconds later she slipped into the storage room, thankful that it had a lock. She knew it would be dangerous but at the same time, she was desperate to take care of the throbbing ache in her panties. Leaning against a shelf filled with old newspapers, she slid her hand beneath the band of her plaid skirt and delved her fingers straight into her silky panties. She was so slippery and wet, her fingers made a squishy noise as she started to pleasure herself.

Frantically she rubbed her clit, alternating thrusting her fingers into her tight wet hole. She imagined his cock and how delicious it would feel if he were pushing into her—hard and fast. In her mind, Christopher was pinning her down against the train seat, covering her body with his, her legs were locking around his waist so that he could sink deeper into her.

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