It had been a long day and the only thing that had got her through it was the thought of frigging herself off. The long meetings, the emails to me that got more heated as the hours passed, the drive home.
Rachel dumped her coat and shoes, slipped off her skirt and went straight into the lounge. She sat on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down from her chest and across her belly. When she reached her crotch she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She made wide circles to get her juices flowing before her clit got hard and she began to gently rub that through the material. Rather than go any further with her pussy right now she slowly undid her blouse. She didn’t take her bra off but pulled her tits free of it, making them stand proud.
Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and forefinger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed and played with them, feeling the wetness build between her legs. It was as though someone was tickling her inside and by now her clit was swollen and crying out to be touched.
Pulling aside her wet knickers, she ran her hand over the outside of her lips and brushed her clit, sending an electrical charge through herself. She ran her fingertip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back, her legs spread as wide as they would go, she pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now. They hit her clit harder and she began to rub it. Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples and she finger fucked herself.
She used her her index and middle finger of her left hand to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit so that she could really go for it. It didn’t take her long until she’d reached the point of no return and as she felt herself tip, she rammed her fingers into her pussy. It clenched around them as she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her, the day's tension flowing out of her body.
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