It all began with an accident. Well I have always believed it to be an accident. We had a bake sale at work for charity and I was as usual talking too much. I rushed back to my cluttered desk and as I approached my phone started to ring. It was only a week since my last warning so I had to take the call. I grabbed my headset. Pressed the accept button and sat down.
"Hi this is Mandy, I need to run through security and then I can deal with your enquiry," I reeled off the first line to the script. I barely heard the repl. I had sat on something. It was cold and wet and was oozing through my skirt chilling my bare skin of my thighs.
"Hello, hello are you still there " I heard as I lifted my bottom on the chair to reveal the squashed black forest gateaux on a paper plate underneath. I froze unsure what to do first.
"This is ridiculous," the voice complained "Are you even listening to me?"
The customers voice made the decision for me. I sat back down and turned my attention to the call.
"I am sorry Mrs Evans, I had a technical fault but I can help you now," I apologised. I resumed the call trying to focus my full attention on the customer. For the following ten minutes I fielded her concerns whilst feeling the cold and damp beneath me penetrating my skirt I felt the cream soak through the skirt and felt the dampness spread into my cotton knickers.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed almost leaping from my chair as the call ended. Everyone was looking.now.
"Who left this here?" I asked and pointed at the cake on the chair and turned so everyone could see my creamy fruit stained skirt.
"I don't know," said Tasha who sat next to me as everyone else giggled and laughed. I had several offers to clean my skirt for me which I declined but did accept the paper towels Tasha fetched.
Openly indignant I chastised the whole room but inwardly I was confused. I licked my fingers clean as I pondered the damp, still inside my skirt. I could still smell the fresh cream from the cake as I felt the intimate wetness of my knickers that seemed to be trying to dissolve my restraint. I wanted to touch myself. I felt hornier than a Vikings hat shop. As the afternoon wore on, I considered squeezing my hand down the top of my skirts elastic waistband and exploring my excitement. My control was Ionly just resolute enough to avoid this impulse.
I drove home that night feeling embarrassed but strangely exhilarated. I had always loved cake but now a door had opened in my mind to a completely new direction. I thought of cake and I couldn't stop thinking of it. When I got home I boiled the kettle and it had been a hard day so I decided to relax with a cup of tea. I kicked my shoes off and went through the ritual of preparing the tea. I sat at the table as the tea brewed enticed by its warm aroma. I stared at the blueberry muffin left over from the bake sale, with the sort of consideration I only usually gave to men on a Sunday night.
I undid my blouse and pulled my breasts from my bra exposing my nipples. I peeled the paper bun case from the muffin and then pressed it firmly against each stiff nipple in turn. I reached down and hitched my skirt and with my legs apart I rubbed the muffin against my white panties encasing my pubic mound. With one hand I held the panties waistband as I slipped the muffin inside. I used both hands to pull the panties up hard pressing the muffin firmly into my opening. The muffin crumbled as I rubbed it into myself crushing it against my excited clit. A little dry so I poured the cold milk in the milk jug on to my knickers and it made me squirm as its chill ran down my pussy lips. I rubbed harder and faster I had released the dogs of lust and I needed their tongues to wag and hunt my orgasm. My clit barked its demands and I reached for the used teabag and pressed it against my clit warming it with its retained heat. My fingers of my other hand pumped in and out of my pussy lips with ever increasing urgency
I placed the teabag in my pussy and with its warmth inside I squeezed and rubbed my clit until I could take no more.
Chapter 2
The following week the weather had grown colder so it was time to forget my summer shoes and get out my boots and tights. My black leather calf length heeled boots were a favourite of mine. Although at work I kept them under my desk whilst I wore a pair of flats around the office I had some shopping to do at lunchtime and decided to stay with the flat shoes. I couldn't resist looking in the Bakers window at the abundance of cake that danced in my imagination. The gateau, eclairs, brownies, Victoria sponge, ice buns, donuts, chocolate cake and more. I walked away with a head full of thoughts about how to enjoy cake. It was a boring but busy afternoon that passed without incident. Without incident until I put my boots on. I was talking Tasha as I put my boots on.
"So are you meeting Jim tonight?" I asked.
"Not tonight he has football," she answered "What are you doing?"
I had put the left foot in the boot and I felt my toes squash into something soft and gooey. I wriggled my toes and realised Tasha was looking at me curiously.
"Sorry what did you say?" I asked pulling the zip up on the side of the boot.
"Are you okay?" she said. I continued with other boot my toes finding the same surprise. This time I did not react.
"Yes I am fine. Just a bit tired.," I responded, I am just going to have a quiet night."
"Bye see you tomorrow," Tasha said goodbye as I put my jacket on.
I stood up and my toes pushed forward in the boot, squelching in the gooey material forcing it through my tights and between my toes. I stood there wiggling my toes wondering what everyone would think if they knew. Who would kneel in front of me and help me take my boots off? Who lick my feet and suck my toes until clean? At least one person here knew what was in my boots.