Doesn't get the chance

Krystal looked down at herself, sucking dick for a chance to masturbate herself in public? Was she really going to **** herself like that? Arguably she already had...and with how good it felt to run her fingers across her dripping pussy, she'd certainly do it again. Slipping a finger in just felt right...

"Miss Porter, I'm here to-...are you alright? You look flushed" Came a familiar masculine voice from above. Jorge.

Before Jaime could reply, Krystal was up on her feet, forcing a smile "Oh hey Jorge, didn't see you there. How's it going?"

He looked her over, there was the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes...but she couldn't tell if it was the nudity or her sudden appearance "Miss Roberts-" Jorge answered calmly. Krystal's pussy whined for attention. "You're naked again, is there an occasion?"

"Occasion? F-for me being nude? Pft, no" The blonde waved the idea away with her hand "I'm just going out, don't need a r-reason to get naked like th-this" She **** that smile a little too much maybe, though she hoped he was looking at her chest.

"Naked...behind Miss Porter's desk?" Jorge asked, he didn't seem confused at all, no that wasn't why he was asking. Maybe he wanted to see where Krystal was going with this.

"Just stretching, I was just saying to Jaime that I uh..." No don't pause for too long, but god his arms...what he could do with her "-forgot to stretch, in my apartment. And she offered to...behind her desk" Krystal nodded at Jaime. The redhead did not offer any such support, simply sitting there smugly watching.

"I see, more health things? Working on tanlines?" He sounded a little unconvinced, in his own stoic way. Between his demeanour, the smooth depth of his voice and her body being denied relief, Krystal's mind was struggling to think of anything except sex, her body was treating her to the same ****.

"Y-yeah...tanlines..." She nodded, desperately trying to keep herself on topic "Tan...lines. Y-you like tanlines or...?"

Krystal could feel his eyebrow raise, he could feel him contemplating what to say, he was so in control of himself. She was so out of control...maybe he could help "Hm, they are so-so, a trait that can enhance or take away depending on context. Are you asking if I like your tanlines, Miss Roberts?"

The nude woman had to take a half step closer, hiding her pussy behind the desk as Jorge asked his question, because Krystal was fairly certain that she just came on her thighs "Maybe~"

"...I would need a closer look" Replied Jorge with a half smirk, he then looked back over to Jaime "Miss Porter, can I have my mail please?"

"Oh uh, sure, yeah" The receptionist snapped up, she'd clearly been having too much fun watching the scene unfold. It only took her a second to pass Jorge a couple of brown envelopes, to which he thanked Jaime for, and thanked Krystal for the interesting conversation, before heading upstairs.

It took the exhibitionist a second to refocus and take a breath so that she could look down at herself "I uh...h-he made me cum" She whispered to Jaime.

"Mhm, I saw. Girl you are a hair trigger, barely out the building and already wobbly knees, handsome hunk like that and you squirt on my floor..." The receptionist said with a sigh "C'mon, I'll clean up...besides you give decent head babes"

"Thanks Jaime" Blushed Krystal as she scampered out. She was right, Krystal was a bit of a mess, even with one of these trips under her belt she was in no way anywhere less of a deranged pervert, was it even worth the risk at this point?

Obviously the answer was yes.

Even if there were risks involved, she felt exceptionally horny at the moment, a feeling she cannot attain by sitting in her room picturing herself in place of exhib porn stories.

She was hungry for shit like this.