A somewhat awkward conversation

Molly was paralyzed by a mix of shame and arousal; not only was she naked at her workplace, but she had just reached climax right there in her workspace—and at that very moment, her coworker walked in. This could easily be grounds for termination.

The woman was Isabelle, a somewhat voluptuous blonde. She and Molly were neither friends nor enemies—just coworkers who saw each other every day—but now, one of them found herself in a highly compromising situation.

After a few seconds of silence, Molly stood up, covering her wet pussy with some towels to stop it from dripping. The contact, however, only heightened the sensitivity of that area, further fueling her arousal.

Isabelle took a moment to study Molly in her current state. Ever since Molly had joined the company about two years ago, Isabelle had heard colleagues talk about how beautiful she was—in fact, she’d often heard the two of them compared to one another.

Seeing the girl standing there naked, she understood exactly why.

Her youthful face makes her look even younger than she is; her short hair gives her an innocent appearance, and her fair skin makes her look like an angel. As his gaze travels downward, he notices her breasts with their pointed nipples—most intriguingly, he had previously assumed Molly was a B-cup, but now, observing them closely, it seems they have grown to a C-cup.

She also lowers her gaze to her curves and notices her lovely hands holding a towel over her pussy—which she can tell is shaved—and she even manages to notice that her labia look a bit swollen, surely from so much masturbation.

Isabelle lets out a simple laugh, which leaves a horny Molly feeling confused.

“Oh, honey, what happened to you that ended with you naked and this horny?” the blonde asks sweetly.

Molly remains flushed, but she stands her ground, knowing there isn’t much she can do about her current situation.

“Oh, I developed a condition that doesn’t allow me to wear clothes, so now I have to be a nudist,” she explains quickly, still feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry about the mess; I’ve just been really horny lately,” she adds shyly, lowering her gaze.

Isabelle is surprised to hear this—she’s never heard of such a condition—but after a few seconds, a question crosses her mind.

“Have you told the boss about this?” she asks, gesturing toward Molly’s body. “You wouldn’t want to get fired for public indecency.”

Molly turns pale and lets the towel covering her wet pussy drop; her mind immediately conjures up various scenarios of herself, naked, in jail. A wave of heat surges through her pussy at the thought, but she quickly shakes her head to regain her senses.

“I have to tell Mark!” she says, becoming hysterical at the realization that she isn’t wearing any clothes—or rather, that she’s completely lacking an outfit.

Noticing Molly’s reaction, Isabelle quickly steps forward and places her hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the boss. You just head back home, okay?” she suggests, managing to soothe her right away.

Molly regains her composure and hugs Isabelle, though she pulls away quickly, remembering how contact with fabric affects her.

“Thanks so much, Isabelle; we’ll be in touch,” Molly says, stepping out of her cubicle.

She immediately perks up, and—taking advantage of the early hour—slips away as quickly as she can. She hurries down the stairs, only to run into the security guard just before reaching the exit.

“Good to see you again! I’ve got to run,” she says cheerfully, before heading out to the parking lot and reaching her car. Once inside, she locks the doors and lets out a sigh of relief, glad to be out of the public eye for the moment.

But the solitude brings back that ache between her legs. She quickly spreads her thighs and begins to penetrate herself with her fingers, moving them rapidly against her sensitive, intimate area.

The mounting excitement draws a moan from her lips; fortunately, the car keeps the sound contained, allowing her to pleasure herself until she reaches a climax. As she finishes, she realizes that a passerby might have caught a glimpse of her.

Her car seat is stained with her fluids, and the scent fills the vehicle. She begins to pant, feeling even hotter than before. Glancing into the rearview mirror, she notices that her breasts have grown since yesterday.

She reaches out to touch them, eventually playing with her nipples. The sensation triggers an intense wave of arousal—so intense, in fact, that she feels a strange, new sensation in her breasts.

Suddenly, a white liquid begins to flow from her nipples—a form of lactation brought on by her extreme state of arousal. Startled, Molly watches as the liquid drips toward her thighs, though she manages to cup her breasts just in time to keep it from staining the car further.

Molly looks at her hands, now coated in her own milk. Curious, she tastes it, her taste buds completely captivated by the flavor. The sensation is so delightful that she forgets about her earlier pleasure, focusing entirely on savoring the milk—feeling, for a moment, just like a baby. Finally, after cleaning her body following the licking up of her milk, she realized how strange the situation was—which led her to wonder whether she should see a doctor or simply go home.