I remember a guy I once went on a date with embarrassingly telling me that he would masturbate daily, as if this was something out of the ordinary and that he had an unusually enormous sex drive. He then asked me if I ever masturbated. He nearly had a heart attack when I told him that I did, most times more than once a day. I don't know why guys think women are prudes with no sexual appetite. I don't think I am some sort of nymphomaniac, but I do find that I need the release to help me go to sleep and sometimes at the office, after a couple of coffees the caffeine combined with work stress make me as jittery and horny. Also, when one gets bored at the office and tired of sitting at the desk, the office toilet cubicle is one place where one can go to get some privacy and check out one’s social media or maybe indulge in a sexual fantasy or two.
There was one time I remember when I was working as a graduate lawyer in one of the big city law firms. I was working for this gorgeous associate, Paul. He had a long-term girlfriend so he didn't take notice of me, at least not until I discovered that guys have an inherent weakness when around women who dress sexy. They just can’t resist the temptation to look regardless of their partner status.
Working for Paul, I found myself being more selective when getting dressed in the morning and choosing sexier outfits from my cupboard rather than the prudish conservative suits I had thought a woman lawyer was required to wear. Under a jacket one could still show some cleavage and with a good supportive bra with a lacy blouse one could ensure that enough flesh is exposed to get those lusty desirous looks from the men. On casual Fridays, I would always choose some tight pants, not spandex leggings or yoga pants as those were not allowed according to the law firm’s dress code, but still form fitting format; work pants that would cling to the hips and butt and pull in tightly into my butt crease and encase it like a second skin. I never thought of myself as a slut, but I am sure that other women in the office who did not sport a good figure would jealously call me one.
After a very poor employee engagement survey response, the law firm’s partners realised they had to allow junior lawyers time off from working during the day instead of their obsessions to bill millions of hours on matters and line their fat pockets with gold. The firm entered into a corporate triathlon and I was asked to join a team of 4 in the event, which included a swim of 400m, a bike ride of 12km and a 8km run. This meant that we had a passport to train frequently which was inviting as it got me out of the office at lunch. My new routine was to get take the lift down to the ladies change rooms in the office building basement and then go for a 3km run to a public pool, swim 10 lengths of the 50m pool then run back the 3km to the office where I would shower, change and return to work.
I was at the pool one lunch when I noticed Paul getting into the pool for a swim. He wore a black pair of the tight Speedo swimsuits. I know that so many people joke about them calling them "budgie smugglers" or "Marble bags" or "gay swimsuits", but to be perfectly honest I think they are so sexy on a guy. I love to see the tight stretchy material show the shape of the butt and I do like to look at a guy’s package. Most girls do, even though they would not admit to it as society only considers it ok for men’s eyes to wander and enjoy eye candy. Reality is that it is not only guys that like to perv and use their imagination. Men quite obviously look at woman's breast and stare at a woman in a bikini, or leggings straining their eyes to see through or make out every curve. Women are more careful and subtler in how we cast our looks. I can’t help myself looking at a guy with a good body and Speedos are so good for that. I find it such a turn on to see the penis straining against the material with a line showing its head and then the balls hanging below like ripe fruit ready to be picked or a cute ass encased in the swimsuit material like peaches.
Anyway, here I am now sitting inside a toilet cubicle at my work. Its 3 pm and I went for a run and swim today. Paul is not at work today, but I have so much work and under so much stress that my hormones have kindled a wild fire inside me. I have been working late evenings for a few weeks now and so have not had much of a social life. To make things worse I have just finished my period and that's when I am the horniest.
I have my laptop with me as I write this story to tell you about what is going through my mind. I am sitting on the toilet with seat closed in my knee length black skirt and white blouse. I have on under my skirt and stockings light blue satin g string undies and a matching satin bra. cannot use the internet to watch any porn or read any erotic stories as the law firm tracks the sites we visit on the wifi.
At first, I try to calm my passions by meditating but it doesn’t seem to work. I sit back and start to flip through a photo album I had once saved on my hard drive for printing and forgot to delete. To my pleasant surprise I find a picture of my ex-boyfriend David in a skin-tight Speedo. My mind went back to the memory.
The photo was taken on a holiday to Singapore a few years ago. We were at the hotel pool. After a day of walking our legs off shopping along Orchard Street, we returned to our hotel. The clammy hot humid weather had soaked our clothes and they stuck uncomfortably to our bodies.
"Let's go for a swim!" I suggested.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit with to Singapore. " David replied.
"I saw swimsuits in a rail at the hotel gift and boutique shop," I answered.
We went to the hotel boutique in the lobby and we looked at the swimsuit rack. They only had the tight Speedo style left as they were sold out of the baggy shorts and trunks.
"I can't wear these budgie smugglers; they are too tight and revealing. Only gay guys wear them," David said disappointingly.
"Yes. You can!" I replied.
"I think they look great and sexy on a guy, I shyly admitted. Try it on, I am sure you will look great!" I continued.
David resisted but I was pushy. I liked them even though most women didn’t. I agree men with bellies should not wear them but if you athletic and have great abs and legs and a cute butt why not wear something that show’s off a good figure. David relented and went to the rail to pick the black speedo swimsuit.
“Argh, the only size left is X X large!” he called back to me.
The shop keeper heard and said, “I have one medium left in the drawer in the same style but is white colour not black.”
“Take it, nobody will be at the pool so don’t worry how you look. The pool will be refreshing and it will be great to cool off in this hot humid Singaporean weather.” I went on.
David took the plastic bag from the shop keeper and went to the changeroom.
When I looked at David I was transfixed at his big penis lying sideways straining against the front of his swimsuit his balls hanging below pushing out against the material. It was tight and very skimpy and high cut, grabbing his butt cheeks and showing them off beautifully. I was in eye candy heaven and found myself getting aroused.
We went to the pool area and started off in the sauna. I was wearing my new online purchase, my first cheek-ini. It was like a one-piece swimsuit but cut at the back almost like a g string, showing off your butt cheeks but also very high cut coming off the hips and little too high cut in front cutting in such that it just covered my crotch area. I had bought it in olive green, and although I had never worn such a skimpy style before it the cheek-ini in bikini style had become the norm on the beaches so I thought it was time to give it a go and let go of my conservative style and inhibitions.
David’s new swimsuit sat low on his hips showing off his tight abs which direct my vision down to his bulging package. The top of the speedo was so low it just covered the top of his pubic hair. His long yet limp penis was outlined by the stretchy white spandex, which when taut was a tiny bit see through. His balls were full and round and just begged to be touched.
There was nobody else around in the pool area and only us in the sauna so I got a bit daring and let my temptations play along. With my index finger and thumb forming a ring like the yoga mudra, I gripped around his penis shaft and I traced along the outside of his swimsuit moving slowly up along the material along the length of his penis until I brushed along the ridge of his cock head and then I retraced my fingers back down to the base of his scrotum where I opened my fingers outwards and reached around to grab his big balls. His cock got hard and erect pushing out against the skin-tight material. Watching it bulge out and press against the material, with its clearly showing its shape through, pulsating and stretching out long and hard and thick with even its vein pulsating. It was so arousing, I felt myself get hot and moist in between my legs. I bent my fingers and wrapped them around his balls, twisting them around. He moaned in response. I dug my fingernails in and clawed around his balls now gripping them tightly as they swelled up. David leaned his neck backwards and opened his knees wider on the sauna wooden bench to give me easier access. His erection was now long and reached right up to the top of the Speedo where the strings were tied. The head of his penis was peeking out the elastic band, rebelling against the restricting material, bold, shiny red and fiery, as if grasping for air. I could not resist. The sight caused me to throb and shake with sensual sensations rippling through my core as my sexual energy took to the helm. My legs felt wobbly and my nipples ached as they grew into an erect state. My breasts were extra sensitive as m pussy welled up. I could feel my clit swelling, yearning to be touched. My hips wanted to gyrate and release this trapped energy.
