Masturbating with The Office Table

Preface

Life is hard. Small opportunities for fun are out there. You have to grab them where you can. This story is based on real events.

Disclaimer

- All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

I remember the first time I used the corner of that table to cum. I lost count of how many orgasms it gave me. That table is the reason I wore long skirts and stockings to work. Pressing my naked cunt against the corner always got me off.

Masturbating With The Office Table

I started in that department in November 2012. The archive room became my home for half my day at work, each day.

I am the lady all the paperwork comes to. A trolley load of paperwork needs archiving every day. I pull out anything older than three years and put it back on the trolley for off-site archiving. We have to keep paper records for twenty five years. I don't know where the records go after that.

I have been in the role for about three months. Ken is about to start in the department. Ken will be my holiday cover. Ken is younger than me and has an artistic look about him. His dark floppy hair and brooding eyes lend him an air of something that attracts me.

I live alone and masturbate two or three times a day. My wand and other vibrators are effective but I cannot bring my sex toys to work. Ken is at work and Ken makes me want to masturbate.

When he is not covering my leave, Ken sits on a desk on another floor of the building. Ken brings the trolley of records. We chat about the weather and this and that and then he leaves.

I don't want you to think I have something wrong with me. I am not addicted to masturbation. I enjoy it. It makes me feel something. I have always enjoyed playing with my pussy. I have always been able to cum playing with my clit but I like a lot of pressure.

Ken delivers the trolley of notes after lunch on a Wednesday. We chat and he leaves. He lets slip that his band is playing at a bar that night. He tells me where he will be playing. My mind wanders. I imagine him surrounded by fawning groupies, all eager to suck his cock.

I am starstruck. My pussy tingles.

I reach for the first folder of records and lean over the table. I discover the corner of the table has a pleasing edge that is the same height as my pussy.

I wear a long skirt with a delicate pattern of flowers. The fabric is thin and I am not wearing tights underneath. I have a pale pink blouse and a white bra that you can almost see if you look hard enough. Underneath are white briefs with a cotton gusset.

The corner of the table is faux mahogany sat on four black steel legs.

The hood around my clit rides over the upper edge of the corner of the table. My hood spreads as I lean to place the folder on the table. My clitoris meets the table corner under my full weight. I freeze. I have never felt anything so intense, from nowhere. It is the last thing I expect. Ken is still fresh in my mind.

I look around. There is one window. Cardboard boxes pile high on the outside. No one can see in. I reach for the lock on the back of the door.

The office murmur continues outside the room as I lift my skirt at the front and pull my panty gusset to one side. The table top is cold on my pussy lips. I am already wet. Ken saw to that. I close my eyes and drift off.

Ken is back in the room and he is under me. The table is Ken's tongue.

My hands find two edges of the top of the table to support my weight. I let my weight guide my effort. The ridges on the tabletop find my clitoris with every imperfection on the surface. I soak the table top with my cunt.

I look down. A shiny string of cunt-drool stretches from the corner of the table. The corner of the table is shiny with my juices. This is my first time abusing the corner of this table. It won't be the last.

A lot of women love a cock or something inside them when they cum. I love it too. I have a hair brush at home. I call my hairbrush Gerard when I use it to help me cum. Other than that, it is a normal hairbrush with a thick handle.

Using the table corner like this, I don't need anything inside me. I need to use my weight and the smallest movement to rub my clit over the wood on the corner. I use my imagination to help me.

Ken's face is below me. I show him how horny he makes me. I rub my clit on his tongue and ride his face. Rubbing my cunt on the corner of the table is my way of getting off, thinking about him when he goes back upstairs.

My rhythm builds. The table is robust. It stays still. I push harder. It stays where it is. I worry someone might come in. I wonder if Ken will come back with more records. He might catch me. The thought sends me over the edge.

I cum. I stay silent. I breathe it out. My eyes screw shut. It is the most exquisite sensation. It is not just the orgasm. It is my new ability to cum at work. I can use this technique every day if I want. No one will know. I have a whole new reason for filing records.

And I have a whole new way of enjoying my brief few moments with Ken.

I am at the job another year or so. During that time I tweaked my approach.

I keep sanitary wipes and a spray bottle in the archive room. Nothing too powerful. I want to clean my sticky cum off the table but I want to avoid rashes from anything with too many chemicals. I use the table at least once every day I am at work.

I wear stockings on days I used to wear pantyhose. It is one of the reasons I love stockings to this day. I associate stockings with those days in the archive room. Those days, I spent masturbating on the corner of the table.

I wear thongs instead of briefs. The gusset is narrower. It is easier to pull to one side.

I experimented with sliding two fingers inside my cunt from behind. It worked well for a week or so. I was worried if someone came in, it would be too obvious what I was doing. Riding the corner of the table, it is easier to push yourself off if you need to.

Most of all, I learned that work is what you make it. Masturbation at work is a luxury some people do not have. But if you have the chance to masturbate at work, in the office or factory, I recommend you make it part of your day.

Every day!

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