I could have fucked Catherine bloody Willows and I did not, I deserve a medal, no a trophy. Fucking Catherine Willows, or as her drunken state calls it 'bumping nastys', no way she would say that sober! But god if I had fucked Cath in that bathroom cubical! Without realizing it my hand had snaked down and was fiddling with my boxers.
"No" I said out loud, Catherine is in the next room there is no way you can do this when she could awaken at any moment and see you... Pleasuring yourself. Nevertheless, she is passed out; no one would ever wake up when they are passed out drunk? Do they? Before I even finished contemplating the risks my hand had finished its battle with my boxers and was stroking my curls. Yep having sex with Catherine is a fantasy and that is how it is meant to be, just a fantasy. Something to be played through my mind whenever I feel the burning desire and acted upon only in my mind and brought to life with my fingers and toys NOT with Catherine herself.
That has set me off! Thinking of my fantasies, why did one have to be taking her in a public bathroom? If only I had had no self-control. I could have started off slow, hitched her dress up and stroked her already soaked region through her panties. The stall would heat up and without any thought to who may have walked in, I would soon have her begging for a release. Every thought I have about what could have been I copy on my own body making me squirm against the sofa. Eventually I would give in to her pleads just to see what she looks like satisfied, is she a screamer, is she a moaner, would she look into my eyes and realize that this is what she has wanted all along? The mixture of these thoughts was sending my nerves into overdrive and as my longing body coated itself in a thin layer of sweat I began to moan out into the empty room. I am so close to an orgasm now I cannot help it, I moan her name carrying out every syllable for much longer than usual.
"Catherine!" I am so close, nearly there... My fingers are pounding inside, and then I hit my clit with my thumb and I begin my ride, so close, nearly there!
"Yes?" Catherine replied to my unintentional calling of her name. Then silence... "Fuck Sara!"
"Cccath, this is not what it looks like... What are you doing awake?" I mumbled into the sofa, too ashamed to look her in the eyes just yet.
"I was getting a glass of water to make my hangover less dreadful in the morning and I heard... well... You"
"Yea well you would hear me... I was er calling you because... You needed to have some water!" I replied very unconvincingly.
"Sara do not insult my slightly drunken intelligence! You were having a good time with yourself and Mr. masturbate aka your fingers! And for your information you have yet to move them!" She said smugly. Shit, she was right! I remove them quickly, big mistake. As I had yet to reach my climax, any movement was not going to help my situation. As I removed my fingers to get out of my boxers I naturally had to slid my hand out, causing the whole length of my palm grazed my clit. Without any warning, my body went into a slight spasm that did not go unnoticed by Catherine. Fuck my life!
"Ohhhh yes Sidle you must have just been scratching yourself!" She laughed sarcastically. "Did I ever tell you that my auntie is an elephant and I was born with wings?"
"Stop flattering yourself, I am sorry you had to see that but I promise it will not happen again whilst you stay here." I suppose it is better to just admit it.
"Yep, I mean it is natural, so how many Catherines do you know?"
"Only you... Crap I mean like only a few!" Smooth Sara smooth!
"Ohh" it was now her turn to blush. "Sara how long, wait I don't know what to... Can we continue this conversation in the morning when I have controls over what I say and your hormones have had you cater to their every needs!" Only Catherine can go from being that embarrassed to making jokes in that short of a period of time.
"Yes, I mean yes we can have this conversation but this does not mean that I.. Well see you in the morning Cath and Cath... I'm sorry". With that, she headed into my room and out of sight.
There is no way I am getting any sleep tonight. What with being sexually frustrated with no way of release and pondering what I will say to my colleague next door when the sun rises