Chapter 1434 A Crazy Guided Pleasure:>Ep17

• I haven't seen Claude since two weekends ago. I was busy with volunteering and family functions last weekend and he was very busy at work the rest of the week. We have a weekend coming up where we planned to spend most of the time together, but today being Thursday, it still feels very, very far away. I text Claude at work asking, no, pretty much begging, if he would come over tonight as I miss him like crazy. He is warm and flattered in his texts back. He writes he'll come over tonight after work but has to stay late to finish some marking. He quips that I should perhaps refrain from touching myself before we meet up. Cheeky devil. Already hot and bothered from my thoughts and the texting, I indulge in a quick masturbation and come quickly, delighting in just having contravened my lover's suggestion of restraint. Maybe this will earn me a spanking or flogging? Initially happy with the new plan to see Claude tonight, I soon realize that the ache in my core is so avid today that I simply don't think I can wait until the evening. I need him now. I need his hands on me and his cock in me. I need his warmth and his sense of humour. I miss him something fierce.
• I make up my mind that I'll go to his work at the University. People should be gone by now and I think he needs a distraction from his boring marking. I shower and brush my hair. In the shower I use my glass dildo and my fingers to come to take the edge off my cresting arousal. After drying off and applying some lotion, I start rifling through my lingerie drawer and soon I am absentmindedly, lazily, rubbing my nipples and starting to finger myself again... I am already so wet thinking about seeing him and what we will do together. I can't believe it but my thoughts turn to vivid images of fucking Claude at the university. What is wrong with me? I am turning into a nymphomaniac! Edging myself close to orgasm but pulling back, to save up the tension until I see him, I throw caution to the wind and shut the lingerie drawer with a loud thud. Instead, I find my black, mid length trench coat, and put it directly on my naked body. I button the front and tie the belt in a cute little bow. I put on some high heels.
• I am unsure about how he'll react to this craziness, but he has been just as horny as I was these last few days, judging by our texting, so my guess is that he will enjoy it, even if he is surprised or shocked. Perhaps my boldness will give him some ideas about giving me some sweet discipline -- that would not be the absolute worst side effect to cope with... all these thoughts and my choice of attire has me squeezing my thighs together and my hand rubbing the flat surface of my joined fingers against my aching clit. Before I step out the door and get ready to get in the car, I come again in a small, tight release that nonetheless makes the insides of my thighs stick to each other with my juices as I walk to the car. I blast the AC on the drive to bring down my blush and arousal. It works, just a little, enough that I don't have to hump my hand while driving at least.