Jans story

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Janet's hands shook as she placed the book on the worktop. She couldn't do it again, not after last night. Having spent half the night reading and masturbating she had finally fallen asleep as the faint light of a new day was filtering through the bedroom curtains. She had to leave for work in half an hour and she was already exhausted.

Why she had not discovered Ms Friday's books sooner was a mystery, having worked in publishing for so long she was normally quite well informed about such things, but this time she had slipped up and now it felt like she was somehow making up for lost time. The fantasies that the women had contributed to the books were amazing.

She was drawn back again and again to one particular letter. A woman had written of having dared to mention to her friend that she enjoyed masturbating and to her surprise the other girl admitted that she did too. After a long discussion, they had ended up doing it together in the same room and had both enjoyed the experience hugely. Janet kept imagining the scene, and how she would feel in the same situation. The idea of watching and being watched, of listening and being heard was more arousing to her than anything she had previously read. She had never felt as utterly sexual as she did that morning.

She stuffed the book into her bag and tried not to think about the darkened room and the two women pleasuring themselves. Her job required concentration and she had a task that needed finishing today.

The early morning passed easily enough. The urgent job got finished and by 11 she could afford to relax a bit, so she strolled over to the coffee machine and made herself a cup. As she sipped, she looked across the office at all the other women sitting at their desks. She wondered if any of them harboured the same love for masturbating that she did. She wished there was a way she could find out. God, even the word made her stomach flip.

Janet sighed as she walked to her workstation. Her mind was now back to the two women in the darkened room and even before she sat at her desk she knew she had to read the letter again. Though she knew it by heart, the fact that she was reading another woman's words was a compelling reason to once more open the book. But not here, not where she would be disturbed.

She grabbed her bag and made her way to the toilets. They appeared to be deserted, thank God, and she immediately headed for one of the end cubicles. Quickly closing the door, she slipped her panties down and sat. Taking the book from her bag, she turned to the page and leaned back against the wall, her right hand moving between her legs as her eyes skimmed the familiar text.

"We kept the room darkened, but there was enough light to see legs spread, hands moving, and the sounds........the squishy sound of fingers moving in wetness."

Janet began to touch herself, lightly at first, her fingertips tracing the edge of her sex, knowing that her own wetness waited within, but delaying the moment when she would slip inside.

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