Ultra-wet panties without having to touch myself

I'm going to let you in on a secret. Women have certain secret codes. My secret code is simple. When I enter the room, you can probably tell right away whether I have a dripping wet pussy or not. And that's because of one detail of my outfit.

When I know that I'm going to be horny all day without having to touch myself in my panties, I love to use something very special.

The first time I used it, I wanted to turn on my boyfriend at the time. It was Sunday morning, and I created a nice atmosphere in his apartment. Then I put on red suspenders, transparent red panties that are open, and a beautiful matching bra. My red high heels completed the outfit perfectly.

The look on his face was great when I surprised him like that. I lounged lasciviously on the bed and conjured something up with my hand. Something gold and glittery flashes and a puzzled look tries to decipher what is shining in my hand.

“Look what I have. These are love balls that you can now insert into me. I'll walk around with them all day. And leak.”

Without saying a word and with a smile, he reaches for the love balls, kneels down, and takes the lubricant I've provided.

I obediently spread my legs for him.

My slit is already exposed because my panties are open at the bottom. He takes the cold love ball between his thumb and index finger, leans forward, pushes my labia aside with his other hand, and gently inserts the huge love ball.

He feels the resistance of the ball against my hole. Slowly, he builds up pressure and pushes the ball further. Until it slides into me with a hot squelch. God, that's hot!

Just one more ball.

But what's this? Instead of letting the second ball slide into me at the moment of greatest pressure, he's really mean to me.

Now he's just fucking me with the ball. In – to the thickest part and then out again.

Oh God, how hot he's fucking me. My labia swell up. The golden ball doesn't stay shiny for long. My horniness covers the shiny golden surface with a film of whitish transparent liquid.

He knows no mercy, he fucks me so hard that I almost come.

Just before I climax, he lets the second ball slide into me. Only the little ribbon dangles between my legs.

Since he almost made me come before, every movement of the love balls in my tight pussy makes me incredibly horny.

After that, I made him spoil me with the love balls more often. Back then, I always wore my red high heels. We did it so often that at some point I only wore the red high heels when he fucked me with the love balls.

Since then, I've had a secret code: red high heels only go with love balls in my pussy.

Three guesses as to which shoes I'm wearing at the meeting with all my colleagues this morning?

You can't imagine how it feels to be so aroused when all your colleagues are around you.

I open the door of my shoe cabinet and there they are, shining at me. My red high heels. I associate so many secret moments with this red patent leather. For years, I've never worn my red patent leather high heels alone. Only together with my sexy love balls. Besides, the red high heels go perfectly with my outfit today. A shimmering white silk blouse and a gathered short black skirt.

Today is going to be a bit more stressful, so I won't have as much time to touch myself. So why not? I could pamper myself a little here at home and then, filled like an overflowing hot hose in the summer heat, about to burst, push the love balls all the way in.

I sit down on the soft white carpet in front of my shoe cabinet and already hold the small box with my shiny gold balls of pleasure in my hands. First, I warm them up a little and then apply lubricant.

Then I lean back, spread my legs obediently, just as I learned to do, and caress my slit with the first love ball. I move it from bottom to top. As I do so, my labia push outwards and a long, drawn-out smacking sound fills the room. My pussy starts to get wet in anticipation of a good filling.

Now I do it the way my boyfriend at the time taught me. I fuck myself with the love ball.

To do this, I push the ball all the way into my slit to its thickest point and then pull it out again. Again and again. I feel a hot rush of lust making my clitoris throb. Should I go all the way? Should I come or walk around the office completely horny all day?

I want to come! So I grab my bud with both fingers and twirl it rhythmically.

Oh God, if I keep fucking myself like this and stroking myself at the same time, I'll come right away. A thick drop of lust has already formed in my slit. It's about to happen. I'm about to come with a loud moan!

Suddenly. An inner voice. “Heidi, be reasonable! You want to come at work today while all your colleagues are sitting around you! Don't be so greedy and stop fucking yourself! And keep your hands off your clit!”

Hmmmm, all right. I let myself be persuaded and push the two balls inside with a loud smacking sound, almost as if they are being sucked in by themselves.

My God, I'm so horny. I'm curious to see how the meeting will go.

10:00 sharp, time for the meeting. My 20 colleagues and I are standing in front of the meeting room. Every step causes my love balls to stretch my wet slit further. That I didn't completely satisfy myself, that I didn't just come…

What was I thinking? Now I'm going into this meeting with nothing else on my mind but my horniness. I come so easily when I have those things inside me.

I have to concentrate as I walk so that I don't end up crouching on the floor with trembling knees, having a huge explosive orgasm. Normally, love balls aren't that intense, but my problem is that I've made myself too horny. Way too horny.

I'm almost there, just a few more steps, then I can sit down and give my stretched pussy a break. When I have love balls inside me, every step feels like a powerful fuck stroke from a big cock. What was I thinking? I'm just way too naughty and constantly get myself into situations like this.

As I sit down on the chair, a hot jet shoots through me, radiating impulsively from my pelvis, and the heat engulfs my whole body in a wave. My body weight is enough to trigger a violent orgasm when I sit down. Oh my God. What am I going to do now? I cling to the table in front of me and try to breathe calmly when suddenly a colleague asks me, somewhat alarmed:

“Ms. Bauer, are you feeling okay? You look so…”

Before he can finish his sentence, I interrupt him.

“Everything's fine, I bit my tongue, hence the awkward contortions.”

“You poor thing!”

Phew, that was a close call. My thighs are still trembling. Thankfully, I now have some time to relax. Let's see. Yes, accounting is saying something about the budget – great, I can switch off mentally.

“Good morning to the strategy meeting. Unfortunately, the presentation from Accounting is not possible. Due to illness. I suggest that our esteemed Ms. Bauer kindly step in and explain certain aspects of her new corporate design to us in more detail. Ms. Bauer, please come to the front. I couldn't reach you by phone yesterday, but my colleague has prepared your design results as a presentation. So don't worry, you already know everything.”

God forbid! I can't seriously have to go up front and discuss the results again. And in my condition?

Well, I can't say no. I straighten my blouse and check again that I'm not showing too much cleavage. I stand up and yes. It hits me again, everything when I stand up. Take a deep breath, Heidi, you can do this. Twenty pairs of eyes are fixed on me. I imagine they are greedy eyes. But what can I judge properly in my state of horniness?

Every step forward to the projector is like the thrust of a huge cock into my pussy. I walk very slowly, breathing deeply. I hope that the trembling of my thighs is not too noticeable.

Great, a standing desk, so it's going to be like this for the whole presentation. After all, I move around when I give a speech. I'm standing here in front of 20 people and every movement of my body feels like a wild lecher is fucking me from behind. So this is what it must feel like to be fucked on stage.

To make matters worse, I still have to reel off my information.

“My dear colleagues, hmmm, in view of the spontaneity of this presentation and awww the recently freed-up time slot, I would like to discuss the aspects of the new corporate design with you only in overview hmmm,” I say, hoping to shorten the minutes in which I feel like I'm being taken apart in front of my colleagues.

Heidi, I say to myself, you really need to be more careful in the future. On the other hand, it feels so awesome…