Thursday

Anna had been thinking about the walking group all day, thinking about Zayid. She couldn’t shake the memory of him.

She arrived at the park early, her body restless with anticipation. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she knew she was looking for him. She caught his gaze as he approached, her heart fluttering in her chest.

“Good evening, Anna,” he said, his voice low.

“Hello, Zayid,” she replied, her voice full of energy.

They fell into step beside each other, the rest of the group in front of them, and Anna was happy they seemed to be the only two keeping their pace; soon they were out of earshot from the group.

Anna stole glances at Zayid, his face more defined in the soft glow of the setting sun, his once harsh features soft and inviting.

She desperately wanted to ask him to coffee, but she was hesitant, unsure of how he would react, of her answer. She cleared her throat, trying to find the right words. “So, Zayid, how are you finding the group so far?” she asked, her voice as casual as she could muster.

Zayid looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the fading light. “It is good, yes. Nice people,” he replied, his voice equally relaxed.

Anna nodded, her heart pounding slightly faster. “I was thinking, maybe before the walk tomorrow, we could grab a coffee or something? If you want, of course,” she added hastily, not wanting to come off as too forward. Anna had pictured several responses and hoped she got the positive one she was craving.

Zayid’s eyebrows raised slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Coffee, yes?” he said, his voice thoughtful. “I would like that, Anna."

Anna was delighted he had agreed, and as she strolled along with him, she couldn't help but beam a radiant smile.

After the walk finished, Anna had declined any small talk; she had purposely made a beeline for home. Finding herself, again, racing home, excited Zayid had agreed to coffee; and once again, she found herself shamelessly touching herself, moaning, and masturbating to him, her body responding to the mere thought of him.

Friday

Anna sat at her desk, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she attempted to type out a report. Her attention a million miles away, her mind working overtime and not on her work. Her thoughts on the walking group later tonight, on Zayid. She felt a heat in her belly, a slow burn that started low and spread upwards, settling firmly between her legs. She shifted in her chair, her body restless, her mind filled with images of Zayid's dark eyes and his straggly beard. She could feel the wetness in her underwear, the ache in her pussy. She needed release, and she needed it now.

She pushed away from her desk, her chair rolling back as she stood; no one seemed to notice her movement or sense her urgency for release, and she was thankful for it; her heart rate increased as she rounded her desk, patting down her blouse as she walked, intending to keep herself composed.

She walked briskly down the hall, her heels clicking against the tile floor; she really wanted to run but agonised and kept a slower pace to keep her relaxed appearance for anyone that would notice. She pushed open the wooden door to the restroom with more force than she realised. She spied a stall at the far end; they were all thankfully unoccupied—and made her way towards it.

Locking the door behind her, her body was already shaking with anticipation. She unzipped her tight black trousers, letting them and her purple panties drop and pool around her ankles. 

Anna sat on the toilet, her knees splayed, her body already quivering with need. She wasted no time, plunging her middle fingers inside herself, her eyes closed as she savoured the penetration. She blew out a shaky breath, her heart racing, her body on fire as she felt her lips slide over the ridge of her knuckles; she bit her lip.

Her fingers began to find a rhythm, thrusting in and out, her other hand rubbing her clit in tight circles. She could hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, the sound filling the small room, echoing off the tiles, and she was glad she was alone for the moment; the idea of slowing for quieting was not really a viable option in her need.

She leaned back slightly. Her mind was filled with Zayid as she pushed inside herself, his face, his voice, his eyes. 

She remembered the way he'd looked at her, the way he'd spoken to her. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she chased the fantasy, her fingers moving faster, her clit throbbing under her touch.

She leaned further, her shoulder against the cool tile wall to her side as she fucked herself with her fingers, her body trembling. She was so close, her orgasm close, her body aching for release. She could feel the wetness dripping, her pussy clenching around her fingers.

The orgasm hit her like a train, convulsing, her muscles contracting as she came hard and fast, her breath ragged gasps. "Fuck, fuck, Zayid," she moaned, her fingers stilling as she rode out the waves.

She sagged against the wall, the smooth tile holding up her limp body, her breath slowly returning to normal. She opened her eyes, her vision swimming. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, her eyes closing briefly as she savoured the sensation. What the hell was she doing? Fantasising about a man, no less, and a man who was well past his prime, no less.

By the time lunch break had arrived, Anna had been to the restroom twice. She went out for lunch, well, shopping for new activewear for her walks. She had a real desire to find the clingiest, most revealing clothing she could find to wear on her walks with Zayid.