Later at home

When the workday was over, Sarah tried to slip home without too many of her coworkers catching the two wet spots on her skirt. The one in the back never went away, but the most embarrassing one was the new one in the front. During the latter day, a new spot had formed where the panties touched the front of the skirt, and it had slowly been growing and growing until it had become more significant than her handbag a was impossible to hide. Sarah made her way quickly to her car and just be home.

The ride home was uneventful if you discount the continuous touching of the damp spot on her skirt. She couldn't help herself, and it kept poking at her subconscious, wanting attention. When she finally got to the apartment complex, she breathed a breath of relief and was almost home. Sarah rushed up the stairs and finally reached the sanctum of Michael and her apartment.

She closed the door behind her and sank to the floor, exhausted. She lay there for a minute, catching her breath. What a day! Then she remembered that she was home alone and Michael wouldn't be home for maybe a few hours. Perhaps she could watch the rest of the videos Michael had been watching. This made her body tingle and horny again. In her inner mind, she saw those powerful women that commanded such presents. Sarah got up from the floor, hung up her coat and put away her handbag. She made her way deeper into the apartment and pasted the hall mirror.

Sarah stopped for a second a looked at the creature in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair, usually neatly kempt, was frizzy and disheveled. Her clothes were tattered, and the huge wet spot was very evident. She tried to organize her hair somewhat but to no avail. She went to the bedroom, where she took off her clothes. She tossed them onto a chair, but when she came to her panties, she stopped before tossing them. Alex had said those smelled so Sarah tentatively pulled them closer and gave a whiff. The smell wasn't bad, sort of musty and something else she couldn't place. Sarah kept them while putting on something more comfortable. Then she rushed to the computer and booted it up. Soon she was masturbating furiously to videos of dominant women talking.

She had watched maybe two or three videos but heard a buzzing from her phone. She had sunken lower and lower in the computer chair with her panties resting on her chest. Sarah had to shift in her seat to grab her phone and read the display. She had expected a message from Michael about how he had to work late or something, but it was a video call from Alex. Sarah smoothed her hair and answered it.

"H-hi?" Alex face came into view.

"Hey, bestie, what you're doing?" She said that in one of those overly sweet and innocent voices, as if she couldn't guess the answer.

"Um, I'm on the computer, Alex." Sarah said, sounding defeated and hiding her face behind the panties.

"Aw, is little naughty Sarah being a horny toad again?" Alex made herself more comfortable wherever she was and then started to giggle.

"Oh my god Sarah, are those the panties you wore to work?" Sarah's cheeks to on a crimson color. She mumbled.

"Yes" Alex almost laughed out loud but stifled it.

"Do they smell good?" Sarah could only nod. Alex's face turned almost motherly in that way. Mothers look at their children doing something cute.

"Well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing." Sarah murmured a "thank you," closed the call, and started the video again.