One more cup of coffee won't hurt. I thought as I was trying to battle off the afternoon yawn attack. It is the quiet moments after lunch, but before the emotion of leaving for the day that always leads to one, or two, or three too many coffees. By the time the day was winding down, I was already clicking my heels on the floor squirming and twitching. I could go to the restroom before heading home, or hold it. The pressure started to build more and more and it took all of my self control to not grab myself by the panties while sitting at my desk. I got home. I pushed the record as fast as possible, and I knew I wouldn't even have time to take off my pantyhose. The warm, sweet, release running down my legs made me shudder.
