Have You Ever Had a Quickie With Yourself? (Touch & Go)

WORDS BY NIECY BLUE

Camilla had not seen her lover in weeks. She had learned to pass the time going for walks in the park, appreciating nature, laughing with children, and pursuing her own personal goals, dreams, and interests.

She was in love.

Completely and fully.

She saw it everywhere, in everything.

Patiently, she tried to wait for her lover’s return. For their time to be together again. He wasn’t gone, just working and she wanted no other.

One day during this waiting period, Camilla decided to try her luck at a new job. Her lover was always on her mind and she thought it’d be good for her to consume herself in other interests.

Soon, she received word from a potential employer about a job interview doing one of her favorite things, teaching children how to paint. Although she didn’t possess a degree in art and had no formal training, she had passion, talent and sincere, bright eyes.

Camilla was sure her charm could win over anyone—man or woman. But she did not resort to flirtation. It was happiness that people seemed to respond to in her.

Everyone wanted that around.

Happily, she went shopping for a new dress for her interview. Something light and flowing like her. A little low-cut to show the shape of her neck, the gracefulness of her clavicles and the glow of her skin.

While shopping, her lover again crossed her mind. Camilla stopped in a lingerie store to buy something tantalizing to wear under the dress she picked out, something naughty and all black, like her lover preferred.

A perfect lace bra and burlesque-like matching panty with garters caught her eye. She quickly purchased them and a pair of thigh-high stockings.

The next day she dressed for the interview, again still happy with her distant lover in mind. While in the shower, she washed her body slowly, caressing her own breasts, enjoying the slippery feel of the soap against her skin. She caressed her whole body, envisioning her lover’s hand, longing for him.

Camilla dried off and selected her favorite scented oil. It softened her skin and made it glow. Looking in the mirror once she was dressed, she thought of popping up at her lover’s job and luring him somewhere for a quick feel. But no, she thought. Let him work. Let the tension build up and she’ll enjoy the wait.

Camilla got into her car and made her way to the interview. Every song on the radio reminded her of her lover and she began to fantasize about him.

Arriving 30 minutes early for the interview, she parked on a busy street near a park close by and sat in the car just listening to music. She wasn’t worried about what to say during her interview because it would all come naturally. She could only fantasize of him.

Soon her desire grew so strong she could feel a warmness growing between her legs. She imagined their lovemaking, him taking her from behind on his rooftop under the stars, as he liked to do on warm summer nights.

Yes, she said out loud.

She moaned and begged for more, forgetting all the cars whisking by. Camilla was lost in her own fantasy.

A honking horn drew her back to reality. She noticed a woman get into the driver’s side of a car with dark tinted windows parked parallel to hers. Embarrassed, Camilla imagined it was a man watching the whole display. She shook her head, got out the car and decided to go for a walk around the park to clear the lust from her mind before the interview.

The wetness she felt was too much and Camilla couldn’t keep her mind off her lover. As she entered the school building for the interview, the principal’s secretary greeted her. Camilla still had 10 minutes before her interview and asked if she could use the restroom.

“Sure,” the secretary replied. “The public one the kids use is at the end of the hall on the right, but you can use the private faculty restroom, which is closer and cleaner. Here’s the key.”

Camilla made her way to the faculty restroom but couldn’t shake the throbbing between her legs. Thoughts of her lover were overwhelming and instead of splashing water on her face she indulged herself and dipped her hands in her natural faucet.

She lowered her panties and let them drop around her ankles, imagining her lover taking her in that very bathroom. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she put one foot up on the sink and moved as she would if he were behind her.

Her fingers traced her clit, massaging her nerve endings. The throbbing intensified and Camilla’s knees buckled. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her free hand caressed her breast.

She dipped her index finger deeper inside to release more moisture, before returning to her clit. Camilla pulled back her hood and intensified her pleasure until she could feel herself about to cum.

After a quiet sigh of relief, Camilla washed her hands, adjusted herself and touched up her make-up before walking back to the office.

“Did you find everything okay, sweetie,” the secretary asked, as Camilla handed her the restroom key.

“Oh, yes, I found exactly what I was looking for,” she replied with a smirk.

“Great, Mr. Robertson is ready to see you now, you can go right in.”

A little flushed but extremely relaxed, Camilla charmed him and sure enough, she got the job, and when she got home, she put her lover to work.

Fin!

Does a quickie with yourself help take the edge off when your lover’s away? Have you ever missed your lover so much that you fantasized about them all day? Would you be bold enough to pleasure yourself in a public place? Is it harder going without sex when you’re having it on the regular? How tense are you before a job interview? What tricks do you have to relieve the stress and tension? Do you like Camilla’s alternative better?

Speak your piece…

Today’s post comes courtesy of Niecy Blue, who some of you might recall from her previous Wet Wednesdays entry, “Love Unleashed (Have You Ever Cried During Sex?).”