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It has been an interesting day in the chat room. The Playroom is filled with lots of naughty thoughts and a few have even been played out in clear and precise details. Details developed so well they had proven themselves to be quite a hardy fuel for active imaginations. Words describing ideas and thoughts, situations and aberrations, positions and feelings. Words which produce erotic images and thoughts which no visual means could possibly compare.

I am on messenger with a friend, who also loves the Playroom, chatting as we watch the sexual banter. After a couple of hours of sexual suggestions, actions and innuendos , as well as my own flirting, she needs to excuse herself, sending me a message to say if anyone asks she is busy with work, but in reality she is going to have to go to the restroom to "relieve some of this tension" as she puts it.

Well it is about here my mind goes into overdrive and she knew it would. I imagine watching her as she leaves her desk, looking around as she moves quickly to the restroom.

Once she enters, she looks to make sure no one else is there then crosses over to the stall, the one at the far end away from the door. Slipping down her jeans and panties, she runs her finger over her swollen lips, savoring the feeling. Raising her fingers to her mouth she tastes her juices, a smile on her lips. Sitting down she starts off with both feet on the floor as she pulls up her shirt and frees her breasts from her bra. With her right hand she strokes her wet sensitive vulva, running a finger nail along the edges as she cups a breast with her left hand, stroking her nipple, using her thumb pad to make it hard. Sucking her index finger she returns it to the nipple running it across and around feeling it harden even more. A sigh slips from her pursed lips, and she bites down softly on her lower lip not wanting to make a sound.

She closes her eyes and replays the events from the Playroom in her mind as she pinches and pulls on her nipples. Her right hand cups her pussy and works in a tight circle around it before she slips a finger into herself moving it in and out. It feels so good she pushes a second finger in before raising her left foot to rest it on the edge of the toilet seat. Stroking in and out she can feel herself getting wetter as she replays the images from the room, allowing the words spoken to create her own sexual fantasy land. She imagines the sexy brunette kissing her lips, slipping her tongue into her mouth exploring as she moves her hands up and down her body. The guy with the active imagination explores her damp pussy using his tongue to drive her crazy, licking and sucking on her. All of these fueling her sexual frenzy, stoking her sexual fire as she seeks her release.

Faster she thrusts her fingers in and out of her wetness, fucking herself hard and fast. Her palm in just the right position to brush against her hardened clit with each finger thrust. Again a sigh, followed by a moan as she bites down on her lower lip again, fighting the urge to cry out as she brings herself pleasure. Almost there, almost ready to explode and she hears the door open. Quickly stopping she lowers her leg down again and pulls her fingers out leaving them resting on her swollen lips to softly stroke, just enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to make her cum. She sits quietly in her own sensual world, waiting for the intruder to leave when she hears the stall door beside her open and close. A rustle of material and she knows a skirt has been pulled up, glancing down she sees a pair of silky boy shorts in a puddle on the floor. The sounds of feet being slid apart and then the unmistakable sound of air quickly being inhaled followed by a low moan.

She can not believe someone else has the same idea she has. She sits quietly, ears tuned to the sounds coming from beside her. A soft moan, cut off too quickly, a shifting of the body as if searching for a more comfortable position. Her fingers start again to stroke her still damp pussy, the sounds next to her making it quite impossible not to react. She starts to finger herself again, thinking of what is happening in the next stall. Working two fingers in and out slowly, she takes her left hand and starts to rub her clit. Biting down hard on her lower lip she allows the pleasure to rise. The idea of getting caught or even better, being joined by the stranger next to her making her all the wetter.

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