She can't stop cumming

Lena's right foot was tapping on the floor nervously. She had expected her meeting to take longer than it was written in the email, but her boss was taking a particularly long time talking to himself about himself today.

"Our vision is to let our customers experience-", yeah, whatever. Lena didn't care about the vision of her boss, not now at least. As a freshly graduated architect, she knew what the company's customers wanted better than the old guy in front of her who kept babbling about commitment and mindset. Her hands rubbed over the surface of her black skirt which covered her thighs and knees. Her body begged her to move her hands further, to put them underneath the skirt and finally give her the satisfaction she needed.

Her hand was shaking as she grabbed a glass of water and took a sip. The old lady to her left side seemed far too interested in their bosses speech. The guy on her recht side looked like an important, wealthy businessman in his suit and all but Lena could see that he was playing a mobile game with his phone hidden behind the box of snacks.

She slightly moved forward in her chair. "Goddamn", she whispered. She felt how the soaking wet panties wouldn't move but were almost glued to her crotch, an occurrence which proved once again that her body was showing withdrawal symptoms. The clock said 7PM, 7 hours since her last orgasm. 1 hour more than what her body could withstand without issues.

She moved forward again until she was sitting on the edge of her seat, literally and figuratively. Slowly pushing her pussy against the hard plastic of the chair, a wave of pleasure hit her and she felt goosebumps sneaking all over her skin.

"Any questions, anyone?", the voice of Lena's boss pulled her out of her euphoria. He stared directly at her and she immediately shook her head, a little too energetic to not raise suspicions. Luckily, he either didn't see anything or ignored her behavior because he nodded and got up from his chair. "The meeting is closed now. I'll see you tomorrow and don't forget what I've told you. Have a good evening!"

Lena would've loved to jump up from her chair but she was nervous about the wet spot between her legs. Would her colleagues be able to see her juices through the black material of her skirt? She looked around and when she was sure that they weren't looking, she mumbled a short "g'dnight" and rushed to the bathroom.