Work day blues ---------------

She was still very tired even though she had just had a shower. She had not slept
very well the previous night. She moved around her flat like a sloth, half
asleep, the morning routine and it's learnt movements propelling her in the right
direction, helping her to avoid the furniture.

She doused her body liberally with talcum powder. Some formed a halo around her
on the carpet. She picked up some panties. They were strangely cold to her touch.
She pulled them on. "Oh !", she exclaimed, as the two shiny black shafts of solid
rubber penetrated her anus and vagina. She shivered as she slowly pulled the
rubber panties up to her waist and felt the smooth, hard, rubber objurators slide
into her slowly awakening body, sealing up her lower orificies. She was slightly
breathless now but she suddenly felt much more awake.

She thought for a moment, should I leave this on? Yeah, I'll enjoy myself at work
today. She reached for her bra. It too was black. Then she remembered. She had
left some of her rubber clothes out the night before to wear today. The nipple
stimulators felt cold on her breasts but the the rubber was soon warmed up by her
body heat. It was lucky that she was going to wear dark clothes today. She put on
a black rubber suspender belt, and slowly peeled on the black laetex stockings.
Over these she put on some opaque tights. Then a black wool and lycra low cut
top, dark grey knee length lycra and wool mix skirt and the smart wool and lycra
three button fitted jacket which sat just above her bottom, completed the outfit.
 Her outer garments fitted snugly over her rubber underwear, pressing and holding
them tightly against her skin.  On her feet she wore matt black court shoes with
a very elegant four inch heel for a little added sharpness to the formal attire.

After fixing her makeup and hair she left to catch the train to work in a state
of slight arousal. The journey was not monotonous this morning. She smiled to
herself as the walk to the station had not only garnered glances from people she
passed in the street but also because the action of the dildoes inside her were
exciting, the act of walking was a turn on for her now. The journey on the train
was a question of keeping her emotions in check, what with the crossing and
uncrossing of her legs and the biting of her lip, as she was near the point of no
return for most of the way.

At work she was enjoying herself. The knowledge that she was near to having an
orgasm at any time filled her with excitement. Whenever she went to the toilet
she ensured that she went over the edge. She gasped and moaned as quietly as she
could while sitting in the cubicle, rubbing and wriggling her bottom so that she
would be carried away into the bliss of an orgasm. Her lunch hour was spent doing
the same thing but this time in a toilet in the local park. The walk to the park
had excited her so much that she had to stop outside shop windows so that she
could calm down and keep the feeling of being on the edge long enough so that she
could let go when she reached the park toilets. Once there she gave full reign to
her pent up orgasm, moaning loudly and swaying in the cubicle.

Her journey home was blissful. She could not wait to get home. She could not
relax she was so excited and tense with anticipation. But she had to relax so as
not to bring herself to another orgasm. Once home though she could hold back no
longer. She removed her clothes and scattered them to the floor as soon as the
front door was closed. She pushed her fingers under the rubber panties and
started manipulating her clitoris. She lay on the floor, her other hand fondling
her breasts through the rubber of her bra. Suddenly, she cried out with joy and
elation, the blood coursing round her body, her lips red, her cheeks flushed and
her pupils dilated.