As you know if you follow my stories which are all real and true, my name is Marie, I live in the Béthune region, in the North of France. I am the director of a real estate agency in the Béthune region and I love sex, if I dared, I would say that I am "crazy" about sex. I need sex regularly for my balance, I need it for my well-being. After more than a week of absence from my man, even if I enjoyed myself sexually, alone or in good company (hitchhiker and my hairdresser) I was on fire. The wait is too long, the desire for my man too strong. Two days before our reunion and our future romantic weekend, I can't take it anymore... Even at the office, my imagination overwhelms me. So I give in. Quietly, shortly before noon, I slip away to the bathroom. But one thing is certain: this is only the beginning. I'm at the office, but in my head, I'm already in the hotel room he's booked for our weekend. As I stare at my screen, I lose myself in fantasies: his hands exploring every corner of my body, the softness of his lips on my skin... I briefly close my eyes and imagine his naked, muscular body. Two more days to wait... Then a message from Louis, my man, appears on my phone: "I want to taste you." That's all it takes for me to feel the heat rising between my thighs. "I can't wait," I reply. He immediately follows up with a message that immediately blows me away. "You are the sexiest woman I know. Everything about you excites me beyond belief. Your gaze, your breasts, the smell of your skin... and the taste of your arousal. Fuck, I don't know if I'll be able to wait until Sunday." I ask him if he's at work. He tells me that yes, he too is in meetings with colleagues. I find it terribly exciting... Knowing that he is there, surrounded by serious men in suits and ties, while he thinks about me. With him, I have always liked to flirt with the limits. I think back to those times when, while he was in the middle of a phone conversation with a friend or colleague, I would pull down my pants and bend over in front of him. He would understand immediately... and take me from behind, without interrupting his conversation. As if nothing had happened. Around me, everything is calm. Apparently, all my colleagues are focused on their work. Am I really going to do this? I check once more, just to be sure, then I slide one hand under the desk. Over my skirt, I begin to gently massage my clitoris. With the other hand, I film a short video... which I send to him immediately. "Fuck, Marie, what are you doing to me...""Your turn now," I order him. A few minutes pass, then he calls me on video. The camera is focused directly on his erection. He's in the bathroom, slowly masturbating. I hear him moaning through the earpiece, so I immediately lower the volume. Watching him, I continue to stroke myself, my fingers pressing a little harder against my clitoris under my skirt. I'm completely absorbed by the image... until I hear voices in the agency. Without a word, I hang up. I try to regain my composure, to hide my flushed cheeks and my panting breaths. I stare intently at my screen as if nothing is happening. Just in time. One of my colleagues had gotten up to greet clients. Meanwhile, I feel my whole body burning, begging for more. I'm terribly turned on. "We'll finish this later." 5:50 p.m. The office gradually empties. I've been super horny since this morning. I can't take it anymore. I send him a message, but he doesn't reply. Oh well, I don't need him to come after all! I get up, walk purposefully across the hall, and head to the bathroom. I choose the farthest stall. I lower the seat, slide my skirt down to my ankles, and sit down. I spread my legs as wide as I can and slide a hand between my thighs. I hadn't realized how wet I was. I start making quick little circles on my clit. I hear wet noises coming from my lips. That obscene sound that turns me on even more. Usually, simple clitoral stimulation is enough for me. But now, I want more. I want him to fill me with his hard cock, but that's not possible now. I'm ...

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