All alone in the basement

Some things you can't do out in the open, like sliding your favorite vibrator against your clit until your legs shake. That's why Sophie heads down to the basement at work, where the stone walls stay cool and the floor is even colder against her bare skin. She pulls her skirt up and presses the toy right where she needs it. The first buzz makes her breath catch. She spreads her thighs wider on the hard floor, feeling the chill climb her thighs and chase up her spine. Every time she shifts, the cold stone presses back, a sharp contrast to the heat building between her legs. The vibrator hums louder as she turns it up, and her free hand slips under her blouse to pinch a nipple. She arches, hips rolling, the floor biting into her ass with every thrust. When the first wave hits, her moan bounces off the walls and comes straight back to her, louder, filthier. She keeps the toy pinned tight, grinding through the aftershocks, until the next cry rips out and echoes again like someone else is down there with her, listening.