Orgasm denied.

Luck it seemed was on her side. Similar to her own, the floor was completely empty. But in her horny state, Emma didn't find it that lucky. What if someone had been there to see her? She just barged on to the office floor completely naked, and dripping with arousal. Had someone been there to see her, her perky breasts with nipples standing to attention, her exposed pussy, ripe and begging for attention, leaking her lady honey down her bare thighs. Emma's face turned as red as a tomato, as she approached the middle of the floor, knowing she had no easy access to her clothes. Feeling on the edge of an orgasm, she started shaking. She was going to get caught! It was going to happen!

"Yessss..." Emma moaned running her hands down her flat tummy, inching closer to her curly patch of hair, and the forbidden fruit that lay beneath. She couldn't fight it, she needed to get off, and she needed it now...

Emma froze. She just heard the door open and footsteps approaching. In a split second, her mind switched priorities from getting herself off, to hiding as quickly as possible. Frantically looking around, Emma dived beneath the desk to her immediate left, sitting underneath, and pulling her knees to her chest, a hand over her mouth to try and hide her heavy breathing.

A pair of work boots walked down the floor. From Emma's position, she saw them walking towards the back of the room. Shifting slightly to get a better view, she noticed a blue jumpsuit, and a cart full of cleaning supplied. The janitor! But they usually didn't show up until after 6! Wait... how long had she just spent acting out her fantasies?!

Despite her heart pounding in her chest, and feeling as thought she was going to drop dead at any moment from fear, Emma could still feel how horny she was, her lewd libido likely slowing her thoughts and reaction times. She couldn't focus on that right now, she needed to get out of here!