Office Masturbation

In the office, a naughty game is played,
Tia's pulse quickens, feeling unafraid.
Feeling horny, a desire building
What, like have a wank in the loos," she thinks.

"Do it," suggested her lover over phone.
"I want you to find somewhere to get yourself off,
and tell me how it felt after you've cum."
Her lover's desire in the air, declared.

With a mischievous glint in her eye,
Tia ponders where to let pleasure fly.
Quietly escaping to the seventh floor,
Finding solace in a cubicle, craving more.

Selecting the cubicle furthest from the door,
she locked herself in and started scrolling twitter porn.
As the desire built inside her, she lifted her skirt
and slid her hand into her underwear.

Her fingers dance, her mind ablaze,
With thoughts of passion, in a secret haze.
Moans stifled, in the silent space,
A thrill of danger, on her face.

She reaches the peak, in ecstasy's hold,
Her heart racing, body bold.
With a flushed face, she composes herself,
Reflecting on the moment, hidden like a stealth.

The risk of someone could walk in at any moment
was a surprising thrill,
and it ensured that Tia kept her moans
as quiet as possible.

It wasn't long before she came, hard,
and was left blushing and breathless.
As she exits, composed and calm,
The memory of pleasure, like a comforting balm.

she mussed her hair a little as 2 colleague walked in
She left before she saw which cubicles they chose.
A secret shared, with a smile and a blush,
In the office, a hidden rush.