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Kim’s perceptions became oddly narrowed as she began to indulge her fascination for the queer new girl. The periphery of both her thoughts and her vision beginning to dim, as her apprehensions became focussed solely upon the peculiar stranger. The tips of her middle and forefingers stroking luxuriously against her excitement, through the silken luxury of her plain day in day out panties.
Acute erotic exhilaration inundating her entire being, as she surrendered to her inflamed fascination. Her mind and body simultaneously thrilling with sexual animation and mortal terror, as she strove to maintain her outward composure. The task of moderating the rise and fall of her chest and the pace of her breath occupying her physical being. While her mind became solely fixed upon her profound obsession with the impossibly engaging stranger.
The new girl’s singularly odd looks, were enhanced by her large black, horn rimmed glasses. Although they seemed also to moderate those aspects of her appearance, which seemed ever so slightly exaggerated. And ever so slightly alien or unnatural.
Her ears for instance were remarkably large and angular, giving her a markedly impish or elfin appearance. And her eyes were extremely unusual, remarkably large and oddly mesmerizing and distracting. The irises seemed unnaturally prominent and so dark in hue that they appeared as discs of solid colour. Very striking in contrast to the ghostly pale of her skin.
And it occurred to Kim that she might even find the new girl unsettling, or even intimidating under the wrong circumstances. And this thought thrilled her all the more, as she began in earnest to discretely indulge her reckless erotic impulses. The thrill of her outrageously kinky public self-gratification, inexorably flooding Kim’s senses with scrumptious exhilaration as well as terror.
Kim briefly considered taking herself to the restroom, to satisfy her powerfully insistent cravings in relative safety and seclusion. But that would mean leaving the new girls presence, risking the possibility that she might complete whatever function she was here to perform, and disappear forever from Kim’s life. And this was a chance that Kim was unwilling to take, but neither was she capable of ignoring her arousal.
And besides, there was something about touching herself at her desk which was so deliciously exciting. So wonderfully dangerous and so exquisitely deviant, that Kim could not resist. So she remained at her work station, furtively glancing this way and that as her fingers caressed the urgent excitement between her legs. Her body stressing and straining as perspiration began to form at her brow, as she concentrated her will on stifling the gasps and whimpers which begged to escape her throat.
Her fingers now daring to creep tremulously past the hem of her knickers, underneath and inside. To discover how astonishingly wet she had become, her swollen lips now slick with blatant erotic need.
‘Oh Christmas trees ….Kim….’
‘….what the hell are you doing…?’
And the very apparent smell of her copious arousal shocked Kim from her reverie. The thought that although she might go unseen, but that the olfactory evidence of her indulgence might not undetected, rocking her mind with a sudden wave of nervous anxiety. Which panicked thought abruptly pulled her from erotic rapture and back to reality once more.
‘Good grief, Kim….’
‘….pull yourself together….’
‘Staring at strangers and fingering herself in public like a creep….’
‘….just….get back to work.’
And Kim hastily withdrew her hand from her underwear, straightened her skirt and turned her attention back to her tasks. Desperately attempting to conquer her stultifying sexual agitation as she plucked a moistened towelette from the container on her desk. Glancing this way and that as she discretely wiped her fingers, and hastily tossed the evidence of her indiscretion in the waste paper bin by her feet.
And returning to her monitor, Kim valiantly attempted to concentrate on the documents in front of her. The reports that quality assurance had sent her needed a lot of work, nothing made any sense. And Kim sighed a breath of relief as she found that the annoyance of having to clean up someone else’s mess, aided immensely in her quest for self-control. She sent of a series of e-mails to her contacts in QA and also to their team leader, trying to get things straightened out.
She was doing well, she was focusing. But before she knew it, Kim found her attention drawn inexorably once again to the new girl. And her arousal became increasingly intoxicating and impossible to deny yet again.
The new girl’s arms were a network of intricate interconnected tattoos. At this distance, Kim couldn’t quite discern the fine detail. But she thought she could make out wild animals amongst the swirling tendrils of the predominantly arboreal design. The new girl must be dedicated to her ink, the work was both exquisite and extensive. From her hands to her neck there was barely a visible patch of skin that didn’t bear some degree of detail.
To her amusement Kim found that she was now getting butterflies of infatuation in her belly, as well as the urgent thrill of sexual arousal. That helped her feel a little less creepy about her fascination, a little more sincere. She felt like a teenager again, getting the hots for the girl at the desk on the other side of the room. Falling hopelessly in love on sight like she used to when she was a kid. She had to meet this new girl, and soon.
And as her furtive inspections persisted, Kim began to notice details which had previously eluded her. The gap between the new girl’s jeans and her socks revealed a little of the tattooing on her legs. And Kim sighed as she dreamily wondered at the extent of the work, allowing her imagination run riot. And again she found herself surrendering to her excitement, her fingers wandering once again to her starving lips.
Kim sat staring as her fingers now worked their way beneath her damp panties once again. Her resolution to resist her urges evaporating before the bonfire of her acute fascination. She discretely began to rub her slick lips and tentatively tease her aroused clitoris. Biting her lip as she desperately moderated her gasping laboured breaths.
Her fingers worked with increasingly earnest strokes, as she cautiously rubbed herself nearer to fulfilment. Glancing around nervously as she slid a finger inside herself, and then another. The creaking of her chair forcing her to moderate her squirming, as she brought herself closer and closer. Trembling with tension as she bit her lip until it hurt, her orgasm already beginning to emerge.
Kim’s fingers worked with increasingly vehement urgency, slipping in and out of herself and rubbing at her clit with frantic intensity. Her body trembled with constrained tension, and her brow furrowing as she neared climax. Her finger nails digging deeper and deeper into the armrest of her chair, as she nervously glanced left and right and held her breath.
Until at last her eyes narrowed with excruciating and wicked delight, as her excitement exploded into ecstasy with the intensity of a supernova. Buffeting her entire being with pleasure, as her release tore through her with all the cataclysmic power of a tsunami.
‘….oh….my god oh my god oh my….’
And at last Kim’s body relaxed a little, as the final tremors of her secret climax reverberated throughout her body. She bit down even harder on her lip, to stifle the cries of carnal pleasure that so she yearned to release. And her body convulsed several times as the final waves of her discrete orgasm began to abate, and at last her sexual tension subsided.
Finally she sat upright once again, cleared her throat as though nothing untoward had happened, and snatched another moist towelette and guiltily wiped her fingers clean. Finally retrieving her perfume from her handbag, dabbing a little here and there. Hoping to hell that nobody would be able to smell sex on her. Finally sitting back to behold the object of her sated lust and bask in the afterglow of her furtive orgasm.
And that’s when the new girl caught her, while Kim sat gazing dreamily with a faraway look in her lust glazed eyes, idly wiping her fingers dry with a tissue.