Mondays are hell for me. I try to keep my mind on work, but yesterday I found it very difficult. I couldn’t help daydreaming about some of my Hotwife sexual exploits.
I kept rocking back and forth in my chair, fiddling with the pearls on my necklace, like a bored schoolgirl, twirling them between my fingers.
Before I knew it, the boss was waving to me, saying something mindless and unimportant before he hurried out the door. It was five o’clock. Soon, everyone had left, and I was the last one in the office. I still had nearly an hour’s worth of work to finish.
I can’t believe how little I accomplished for a Monday. I got up and locked the door. The place was dark and empty, and it was the first time I had ever been alone in the office. I had to finish my work, but was having trouble getting motivated.
I lifted the pearl necklace and unhooked the catch, opening it into a long string. I couldn’t help thinking about what they symbolize to some people. In the swinging lifestyle, a “pearl necklace” is a term for when a woman lets a man’s cum gather around the top of her chest and neck. What naughty thoughts to be having at work! The cum resembles pearls.
These thoughts made me suddenly very horny! I slipped off my shoe and wriggled my toes. I lifted my conservative black skirt, slid my small black thong down over my thigh-hi stockings, and tossed it aside. I edged my bare pussy forward, and let the long strand of pearls dangle down between my legs in front of the chair. Then I slowly raised them up, dragging them gently across my pussy lips, all the while thinking of gentle hands being there, doing the same. The sensation caused me to jerk, with a spasm of pleasure.
I moved my hips forward, pressing the pearls directly where I fantasized hands would be. Slowly, I pulled the necklace up, feeling the tension, then releasing my grip, letting the pearls slide back down. The sensation was incredible. I pulled the string up quickly, my hips jerked in another spasm as the smooth beads bumped over my clit one by one. I began to tug on the pearls faster, pulling them up & letting them slide back, holding the strand in one hand & keeping it in position against my clit with the other It was so intense.
I laid back, pushing my feet against the desk to rock the chair, alternating the rhythm with the rhythm of the pearls on the necklace. My pussy was now sliding along the full length of the strand. Waves of excitement and pleasure began to build inside me flooding up to the crest where the necklace touched my clit.
I began to thrash my head from side to side. It started in waves each growing higher and stronger. I could envision someone standing right in front of me, watching me reach the peak of this incredible orgasm over the edge into ecstasy. I doubled up, my arms around my legs, my cheek and mouth pressed tightly against my knees as the orgasm blazed thru me, setting each nerve ending apart.
I stayed there several minutes listening to the echoes of my own moans die away. Gradually the sensations of pleasure subsided and I sat back in my chair.
“What had gotten into me?” At that moment I really didn’t care. It was total bliss. I left the office feeling very productive for a “Monday,” after all.