Unmanned, at least for the moment

Pushing her way through the door with a bag of shopping, Leanne looked around with a smile, hoping to see Jake. Unfortunately for her and her libido, the place was quiet. Lightly sighing she continued on, making her way to the lift and going up to her floor.

After all the excitement of the day she was surprisingly disappointed with a quiet ride. That can't be right, a moment alone like this should be nice after all she's done, after all the people that had seen her nude form.

Stepping out onto her floor there was another pang of dissatisfaction. Leanne was alone, again. Her pussy tingled at the thought of a crowded floor, at onlookers, at gawkers, people to judge her or lust for her. Biting her lip she pictured people making comments right to her face as she walked, copping a feel if they felt like it. Her hand went to her aching pussy, fingers running along her lips before being brought back up to taste herself. The sweet taste of need.

Setting her groceries down, Leanne took a look both ways, then crouched down in the corridor. Justine's place was metres away, it would take her no time at all to walk there. But she was too horny and stupid to wait. Plunging her fingers into herself, she began thrusting.

Leanne felt like she was crossing a whole new line in terms of being slutty. Crouching in public, one hand on her pussy, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. The other hand firmly on her mouth, muffling her moans. She spared herself no mercy, climax had been and went, splattering the floor in her juices. Still she pumped her own pussy, the work she put in on herself giving her a slick sheen of sweat. Yet another climax, Leanne moaned into her hand, then looked down at herself.

She was the very image of a slut. Nude, covered in sweat and her own juices. Casually wiping her fingers on her belly, she quietly wondered what someone might think. What Justine might think.

"...god I'm still so fucking horny..." Leanne muttered to herself, getting up with her bag and heading to Justine's place.

From there it was a simple matter of washing her hands and putting the groceries away. But the smell of her pussy, the day's events, it made this simple chore very taxing. Her mind kept drifting back to satisfying her urges, after putting away the groceries she even began casually fingering herself on the toilet.

Biting her lip, she considered whether or not Jake might be back...