Not at First

Barbara woke up at 5 am then worked out on the eliptical in her small home gym then did some yoga then showered, dressed in a blue pin-striped skirt and matching blazer over a light gray blouse, made sure her hair and make-up were perfect, and headed to work.

Mondays at the bank always began with a working breakfast. She pulled into the garage valet. She got out and as son as she did, her pussy started to itch. When she looked at the young man who was the valet, she wondered how big his penis was. She had never given him a second look before that morning, but she caught herself staring at his crotch as she handed him her keys. She looked up and saw him staring at her with a polite smile. Without a word, she went to the elevator and took it up to her floor.

She got off the elevator and saw Taylor, the twenty four year old receptionist. Normally, she would just give Taylor a polite smile and nod, but as she saw Taylor, she found herself wondering what it would be like to lick the young woman's asshole. She stopped for a moment.

"Everything OK, Miss James?"

"Oh, yes, any messages from the weekend?"

"No, ma'am."

Barbara found her pussy was itching worse, so she headed straight for the ladies room. This floor was just for executives, and there were only three women on the floor, so she was alone in the restroom. She ducked into a stall and dropped her skirt and pulled down her white panties. She tried to examine herself as best she could. Her neatly trimmed patch of dark blonde hair did not itch, just her pussy. She saw nothing wrong, but tried to relieve the itch by wrapping some toilet tissue over her fingers and scratching her pussy, but she just started to shred the paper, and didn't want to leave tiny pieces of toilet paper in her snatch. She used her bare fingers, but they did not work either. She checked the time. She did not want to be late. The CEO, Mr. Wilkins frowned on punctuality. She pulled up her panties and skirt, washed her hands and went to the large conference room where a breakfast buffet was laid out to one side. She got a bowl of diced fruit and a croissant and put it on the table at her regular seat then grabbed a cup of coffee with one pack of artificial sweetener. She had not made eye contact or spoken to anyone, but when she sat down, she looked across the table and saw Walter Wiggins, the 64 year old Chief Financial Officers.

"I wonder how salty his hanging balls are?" thought Barbara before she realized what she was thinking. "What the fuck is wrong with me today?" She looked down quickly at her coffee. As she sipped, she fidgeted a bit in her seat as she pussy kept itching.