Nicole has a nice relaxing evening

Nicole slammed the bathroom door, the lock clicking with a sharp, final snap. Outside, John’s voice continued to drone, his anger echoing through the wood.

"I'm just saying, Nicole, you're too soft!"

"Just shut up, John!" she screamed back, her voice cracking. "Just shut the hell up and leave me alone!"

She collapsed against the cold porcelain of the sink, her breath coming in ragged hitches. Her skin still felt electric, humming with the ghost of the day's events. She closed her eyes, trying to push the images of the office away, but the memory of the mahogany desk flashed behind her eyelids.

"No," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. "I don't want to think about him. Not now. Not today."

She slid down to the floor, her back against the wall. She hiked her skirt up, exposing her pale thighs and the damp silk of her panties. Her fingers trembled as she hooked them into the waistband, stripping the fabric away to reveal her swollen, glistening heat.

"I just need to relax," she murmured, her voice a shaky breath. "Just focus on this."

She reached down, her middle finger finding the engorged pearl of her clitoris. She began to rub in fast, tight circles. *Squelch. Squelch.* The sound of wet skin against skin filled the small room.

"Mmm... yes," she moaned, her head lolling back against the wall.

She slid two fingers deep into her soaking folds, a loud, wet *shlick* echoing as she pushed them in and out.

The friction sent sparks through her nerves, but every time she neared the edge, the memory of the office surged back—the scent of expensive cologne, the commanding tone of her boss.

"Stop it," she gasped, her voice urgent. "Get out of my head! I don't want you here."

She worked her fingers faster, her breath turning into desperate sobs. She gripped her own thighs, pulling herself open, fighting the mental intrusion with raw, physical sensation.

"Oh god... right there... right there!" she whimpered. With one final, aggressive flick of her thumb against her clit, the coil snapped.

"Ah! Ahhh! Oh, fuck!" Her back arched off the floor, her toes curling as a violent wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her internal muscles clamped tight around her fingers, pulsing in rhythmic spasms. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back as she let out a long, trembling moan that drowned out the sound of John’s distant grumbling. She slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, finally draped in a heavy, blissful silence.