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Finish the spicy scene.

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@ -42,7 +42,15 @@ Natalie couldn't help but watch as he walked away, the lines of his form not at
Forget weeks since her last date, her mind suddenly became pressingly aware it had been almost a full week since she'd played with herself. She sunk down on the wide, king-sized bed and kicked off her shoes, letting her fingertips trail up the inside of her thighs, a shudder involuntarily running through her as she imagined Emil's tongue on her bare skin. Would his stubble feel rough or would his lips push every thought from her head, she wondered, her middle finger reaching her narrow, sky-blue satin panties and running a soft circle around her most sensitive parts, feeling the damp spot she hadn't even realized had developed somewhere between meeting Emil in the entryway and now. Forget weeks since her last date, her mind suddenly became pressingly aware it had been almost a full week since she'd played with herself. She sunk down on the wide, king-sized bed and kicked off her shoes, letting her fingertips trail up the inside of her thighs, a shudder involuntarily running through her as she imagined Emil's tongue on her bare skin. Would his stubble feel rough or would his lips push every thought from her head, she wondered, her middle finger reaching her narrow, sky-blue satin panties and running a soft circle around her most sensitive parts, feeling the damp spot she hadn't even realized had developed somewhere between meeting Emil in the entryway and now.
She couldn't supress a moan as she allowed herself to sink back further, her dress bunching up as she began to rub herself more insistently. She was wet, nearly dripping already, and she indulged in the She couldn't supress a moan as she allowed herself to sink back further, her dress bunching up as she began to rub herself more insistently. She was wet, nearly dripping already as she allowed herself to wash away on the current of pleasure, her fingers coaxing shudders from her with every motion. Her fingers' pace quickened as she imagined what Emil's face glancing up at her, implicitly asking her permission as he spread her legs, letting his tongue caress her... Natalie's fingers seemed to act with a mind of their own as they slipped beneath her panties to run circles around her sensitive clit, at first teasing and then slowly more insistent. Alone in her room, she abandoned any fear of being overheard and indulged in a soft moan as she pressed harder, her hips moving subtly to meet her hand. The image of Emil's eyes, of him glancing up at her from between her legs, was the precise push she needed to cum, an overwhelming wave of heat and pleasure that she felt from her toes to her lips. God, she'd needed that so bad.
As she lay back on the bed, heat of the moment dying away, anxious thoughts began to assail her. She'd only just met Emil, and he was a colleague... Was it mixing work and pleasure to even imagine him? Though, as long as she didn't take any action that'd be unprofessional, who did it really harm to imagine him, she justified. It was really no different than imagining any any arbitrary person off the street. Putting her clothes back in order, she reflected on if the situation was reversed, how she'd feel. *Uncomfortable*, she decided, *but only if he treated me differently. After all, how would I know otherwise?*
Unbidden, as she unpacked, her thoughts couldn't help but return to Emil, imagining the situation reversed. His nicely pressed trousers crumpled on the floor, cock straining as he wrapped his hand around it, moaning her name on his own bed... And she could feel herself descending into desire again.
With a splash of cold water to the face to reset her brain, she snapped her laptop open and settled in. There was writing to do before she the evening's committments. With her presentation tomorrow, Natalie couldn't lose any more time with these inappropriate thoughts.