Making Return To Office Worthwhile

The company I worked for attempted a return to office movement after COVID, but it largely failed.  At first, they wanted everyone to come in a few days a week, but it slowly tapered off to basically nothing.  There were threats of checking badge swipes into the building and no raises or bonuses for non-compliers.  Well, I tried to be good and meet the expected quota, even whenever the vast, vast majority of peers never showed up.  Most days, for months, I was often the only person on my side of the floor and one of the few people there across departments.  We had flexible seating in the office, so I had my pick every day of the best seat in an otherwise open area.  I tried to fight boredom and make it to lunch before heading home.

I remember sitting in the dimly lit area, working on my designs, when I spontaneously got aroused.  It felt good, and I shifted around a bit to keep things interesting.  Then, I got the thought, "I could masturbate at work!"  I had nothing but time and isolation.  I headed to the restroom, went into a stall, and only just started to poke around before stopping.  Most of the building was renovated, except for the restrooms.  They were so old that even being sanitized didn't make them feel clean.  Yuck.  Frustrated, I went back to my desk unsatisfied.

I sat down and started to think of leaving now, so I could finish the job at home.  My crafty brain, however, thought of a different plan.  There was hardly anybody around, and nobody near me, so why not do it here?  I was wearing a navy blouse with a light and airy cream-colored skirt.  I lifted my bum, fluffed the skirt up, and sat back down.  Now, my undies were making contact with the chair.  I surveyed my situation, and it looked natural and innocent enough to not grab attention if someone were to walk past.  With another quick motion, I slid my undies down to my ankles and then off.  I stuffed them into my bag with my pussy now touching the brand new chair.

Rocking my hips and grinding on the seat felt wonderful.  The texture of the seat was a waffled-pattern with a medium texture.  My pussy was getting exceedingly wetter and transferring to the chair.  Grinding on the wet fabric added new sensations that continued to inch me closer to orgasm.  My breathing became more shallow and frequent, and my motions became more deliberate.  I had to use both hands on the desk in front of me to stabilize, or the chair, being on wheels, would scoot too far back.  Grinding and grinding and grinding deeper into the chair put so much pressure on my pussy that I felt that moment of no return pass.  I closed my eyes, gripped the desk hard, and fought from screaming.  Coming back down, I rested my head on my hand and recovered from the rush.  I stood up and saw the massive wet spot from where I grinded on the chair's darker fabric.  I moved to the desk adjacent to me for the next hour or so before heading back home at lunch.

When I went into the office next, I returned to the same chair.  The seat had a distinct grayish-white stain on the charcoal fabric, undoubtedly a signature kiss from my pussy a few days before.  I slowly started to reduce my days in the office to the point where I stayed home indefinitely.  It was thrilling to masturbate at the office, but it's way easier to do it at home.

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