I jump in my car to drive back to work. The carrot I just cleaned on the seat next to me. I start the car and put it into gear. Down the street and onto the expressway on my way back to work. I think about how shocked my roomie will be when she is handed such skimpy erotic clothes that I "find" in her cleared out closets and drawers. I can imagine her shock when she finaly recogizes the delicate embrodiory as the scenes of erotica that they are. I visuilize her getting dressed then coming out to complaine about the clothes being to revealing, her nipples will be pressed up by the size to small bra, her skirt will either show the lace sides of the boy shorts or the pink of her woman hood depending on how she moves. I imagine what she will feel when she tries to delicately get out of her car at work. She parks in front of her job and usually is running almost late so many people will be going by as she tries to stay covered. As the day goes on she might also start to enjoy the show she is giving everyone almost as much as I am. Thinking of her situation tommorow makes me mad with desire. I see the carrot that was going to be my lunch on the seat next to me. I feel the cold air from the AC blowing my skirt up and caressing my shaved lips. I grabed the carrot thrust it into my mouth and licked and sucked it. I needed some relief and this would have to do. I plunged the wet end of the carrot deep into my aching snatch moaning to myself as the hardness filled me. I moved it in and out as my thumb massaged my clit. I quickly came with a shudder and as I regained my wits I realized a trucker had been watching through my sunroof. He leered at me when I saw his face. I also relized I was at my exit so I stomped the brakes cut in behind the truck and off the road to the blares of the horns of the other drivers. All this motion drove the carrot deeper inside of me. At the end of the exit ramp I pulled it out. The carrot was covered in my juices. Licking it clean and taking a bite I pull back into the parking lot at work. As I go back into the building the receptionist smiles at me knowingly. I return to my cubicle and find a note on my desk and a message flashing on my phone. |