Blind Date Gone Wild

The insistent buzz of my phone sliced through the monotonous drone of my office, jolting me from a particularly potent daydream. “I need you to fuck me good before I leave,” I typed, the words feeling both desperate and thrilling as they materialized on the screen, and hit send before I could even register a second thought. The urgency, the raw desire, had taken over, leaving me a willing participant in this impromptu invitation. My flight to help my mother after her surgery was scheduled for the next day, but the thought of returning home to a waiting body, a craving that burned hotter than the fluorescent lights above, propelled me forward.

My stomach churned with anticipation as I glanced at the digital clock on the wall. It wasn't even 11 AM, and the prospect of waiting for Hubby's response was already sending shivers down my spine. The anticipation, combined with the insistent itch in my lower regions, led me on a silent, desperate quest for privacy. A quick glance around revealed the disabled bathroom, a sanctuary of sorts, tucked away at the end of the hallway. It was a small, sterile space, equipped with a single toilet, a sink, and a small mirror, but for the moment, it was everything I needed.

As soon as I was alone, I swiftly undid the buttons of my silk midi skirt, the fabric whispering against my skin as it slid down my hips. Then, I propped my left leg up on the edge of the sink, positioning myself for optimal viewing in the mirror. The sight of my own body, exposed and vulnerable, sent a delicious wave of heat through me. I pulled my hardened nipples out of my white body suit, letting them dangle tantalizingly, playing with them with a slow, deliberate pleasure. The emptiness of the office, the coolness of the tiles beneath my bare feet, and the dampness of my pussy all contributed to a sense of delicious release. It felt decadent, shameful, and utterly intoxicating.

My mind immediately conjured up scenarios involving Hubby, filling my thoughts with images of his touch, his breath, the anticipation of his arrival. The more explicit my fantasies became, the more urgent my need for release grew. The thought of him, somewhere across the city, waiting for my return, fueled the fire within me.

A few minutes later, I snapped a couple of mirror selfies, capturing the essence of my current state of arousal. The satin of my skirt, the curve of my breasts spilling out of the white body suit, the wetness of my pussy lips – it all screamed readiness. I scrolled through the images, searching for the perfect one to send to Hubby, a visual representation of my desperate desire. Finally, I zoomed in, focusing on the glistening wetness of my clit. A small, involuntary rub followed, a tiny act of self-pleasure that only served to amplify my arousal.

“Fuck, I have a meeting in fifteen,” I thought, my pulse quickening with the approaching deadline. But instead of stopping my self-exploration, my fingers simply increased the pace, pushing harder and harder against my clit. Moans started to escape my lips, involuntary sounds of pleasure that vibrated through my body. I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensation, letting my pussy revel in my touch. My mind raced with images of what Hubby could do to me, a symphony of sensual desires playing out in my head.

I wanted him to stand next to me as I lay on our bed, a silent observer of my pleasure. I imagined him slowly sucking on my lips, drawing out my breath, while simultaneously fingering my pussy. I envisioned him holding my hips, gently rocking me back and forth as we engaged in doggy style. The thought of his hands, strong and confident, guiding my movements, sent shivers down my spine. Then, I fantasized about riding his face, coating it with my cum, feeling his body tremble beneath me. Finally, I pictured him titty-fucking me, his lips tracing the contours of my breasts, before delivering a powerful, satisfying climax. The desire for that kind of experience, that level of intimacy, was overwhelming.

I felt my pussy start pulsating, wrapping around my fingers in a desperate embrace. The need for Hubby to be a part of this moment, to witness my pleasure, became unbearable. Without hesitation, I speed-dialed him on FaceTime, propping the phone against the mirror before returning to my own pleasure. My right middle and ring finger continued their relentless assault on my G-spot, while my left hand kneaded hard on my breasts, teasing my nipples and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The faint “Hi, Babe,” from Hubby's voice on my AirPod was immediately replaced by a surprised “Oooh” of approval, confirming that he was indeed watching.

The knowledge that Hubby was present, sharing in my pleasure, intensified my arousal to an almost unbearable level. I continued masturbating with abandon, my hips swaying rhythmically as I came on my fingers. "Lick those fingers clean for me, Baby," Hubby commanded, his voice laced with a playful edge. I didn't hesitate. I let him watch, captivated by the close-up view as I sucked and licked my cum off my fingers and hands, all the way to my wrists, where it dripped onto the cold tile. The sensation was both exquisite and slightly messy, a testament to the intensity of my pleasure.

With only five minutes left before my meeting, I blew Hubby a quick kiss through the FaceTime screen and hung up. I immediately grabbed a bottle of room refresher and sprayed it liberally throughout the bathroom, erasing any traces of my arousal. Then, I straightened out my clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles and ensuring that I looked presentable. I walked back to my office with a sopping wet pussy, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and anticipation.

As I settled into my chair for the Zoom call, my mind was still consumed by the thought of Hubby. The image of him waiting for me, eager to fulfill my desires, burned brightly in my mind. I knew that when I got home, the moment would finally arrive, the culmination of all my pent-up needs and cravings. It was a promise, a delicious anticipation that made the wait almost unbearable. The thought of his touch, his kisses, his power, fueled my desire, making me eager to return to the safety and pleasure of his arms. Tonight, I would surrender completely, giving myself over to the exquisite torment and ultimate satisfaction of his love. The thought sent another wave of heat through me, solidifying my resolve to return home and claim my reward.

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