I remembered how the thought of my sweaty skin on leather had always been a real turn-on and I smiled as I began to feel the familiar, and always welcome, wetness begin to flow between my legs. I wondered what it would feel like with my naked back against the chair and slowly unbuttoned and removed my blouse. It felt good, very good, but the catch on my bra chafed uncomfortably as I rubbed my back along the sticky leather. I reached behind my back, undid the catch, slipped the straps over my shoulders and allowed the bra to drop to the floor. That was better, I could now rub my back easily across the chair and feel the leather tight against my wet skin. It also gave my breasts their freedom. My breasts are not large, but I have always been proud of their shape and how firmly they stand up on their own. As I stroked them gently I could feel my nipples harden. I pulled eagerly at each nipple in turn. It is strange how the older I get the more sensual and sensitive my nipples become. One day I know that I will orgasm through them.
Sitting in the warm office, naked from the waist up, I knew that I also wanted to feel the leather against my thighs. I eased myself to my feet and slid my skirt down gradually over my hips and felt it fall to the floor. In the stillness I could feel my heart throbbing as I snaked my panties down my thighs until they fell noiselessly onto the carpet.
The sun suddenly began to flood the room. It felt warm and welcoming on my body. The gentle tingle I was feeling became increasingly insistent. I reached down and traced my fingers slowly around and across my smooth pussy - the dampness between my naked thighs tasted good. I lowered myself into my chair and fumbled for the mechanism which made it tilt back. The leather felt warm and sticky against the entire length of my naked body.
Work was the last thing on my mind now. I was enjoying feeling the excitement building. A few minutes of gently stroking my inflamed clit and I was almost there. I could feel my hot breasts swelling to greet my hand. The stroking became more violent as the intensity of the pleasure grew stronger and more concentrated. I needed to pause now to allow my feelings to subside, since I knew that this would magnify the final climax, so I forced myself to wait until my breathing had almost returned to normal before I allowed my fingers to return to the throbbing between my thighs.
This time there was no holding back as I placed the flat of one hand on the smooth and shaven skin just above my pubic bone and pulled it firmly towards my navel. This stretched and tightened exquisitely the skin around my swollen clit and exposed it openly to the rasping, rubbing fingers of my other hand. I gasped and shook uncontrollably as the sharp stabbing pleasure at last turned into the elation of the final release.
Perhaps now I could think about doing some work……………
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