Sarah

Sarah is, likable, driven, determined, a bit of a pushover, compliant, doesn't like to inconvenience anyone, has a hard time saying no to anyone, is sexually frustrated, stressed out, and on the edge of a meltdown.

Sarah has one hour before her work is over. She is trying her best to get through the time that she has left, but she is starting to rationalize finding somewhere to masturbate more and more.

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As her manager talks at her, Sarah can't help but glance down at his crotch. She wonders what his dick would feel like inside of her. Her mind imaging him straddling her and resting his veiny fat cock against her sopping wet pussy. She could feel a slight trickle of moisture escape her panties and begin to run down her thigh at the thought. "So can you do that tonight for me?" The manager asks questioningly "Hmm? What was that?" She says as she snaps out of her fantasy. "Can you file the Tremonton papers by tonight?" Repeats the manager. "Umm sure!" She responds with false confidence. The manager thanks her and walks off. After he is out of eyesight she hurries to the bathroom to wipe off the moister on her leg so that no one will notice her arousal. As Sarah gets a drink of water from the drinking fountain, She bends over to place her lips into the cool stream of water being squirted from the fountain. She can't help but feel the way the cloth of her skirt rides up her thighs as she bends over. She bends further sticking out her ass, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs even further nearly revealing her underwear. She wishes desperately that someone would come along and find her exposed like this and take advantage of her in this position. She begins to moan into the stream of water from the fountain as she imagines someone approaching from behind, pulling her panties down and shoving their hard cock or tongue into her tight wet pussy. After a while of standing there seemingly in her own world, she suddenly snaps out of it. As Sarah enters the restroom stall, she pulls down her skirt in a hurry, her hips making a wiggling motion as she squirms free of them. Her skirt is quickly followed by her panties. She urgently sits to pee. A wave of relief washes over her as she relaxes and lets her urine flow. "Oh god that feels good." She says as she spreads her already sensitive vaginal lips to pee. As she finishes relieving herself, she begins to rub herself a bit. Pleasure washes over her as her fingers move around her vaginal folds. She is so sensitive that she can feel the texture of her fingers with her pussy, as well as the caress of the cold dry air against her moist hot lips. Sarah has to muffle a moan as she inserts a finger into herself. She can feel the silky walls of her hot wet tunnel clenching against her finger. "I can't." She sighs as she removes her fingers from her tight pink hole.* "I have to be professional." She pulls up her clothes, washes her hands, then leaves the bathroom.