I was very upset walking into the elevator. Today of all days luck was not on my side. I had a presentation today that would make of break my Masters Degree, someone had to mess up my coffee order then another psycho stole my cab. The elevator reached the 5th floor and l got off. I had to hold myself back from running because l was already 5 minutes late. I made a silent prayer hoping noone in the panel had arrived yet.

Surely luck was not on my side, the whole panel was already seated when l stumbles into the board room and at the head other table my cab thief.

I tried to mask my irritated expression when he asked me why l was late. He should know better he stole my cab. My eyes still shot an accusing look at him.

" Sorry sir l had some car troubles. I hope l can still make the presentation," l pleaded.

I knew l was at his mercy, so there was no room for rudeness otherwise he would kick me out and l would lose all l had worked for this year.

" Sure you can still make your presentation. You can begin," he said.

I was presenting on sustainable eco-friendly waste disposal systems. This was the my life's work and this panel could make or break it. The Ecolife foundation offered grants to Masters students for projects that aligned to their cause. What said Ecolife more than a eco-friendly waste disposal systems.

As l wrapped up my presentation. I could see that the panel was impressed. Even the cab thief though tried to suppress was also impressed. The glisters in his eyes sold him out.

" Okay Miss Romera we shall call you before the end of the week to update you on the results of the panel's deliberations," said the cab thief.

I was dismissed, and as l walked out l tried to remember the brief cab interaction. Had l been rude? Did he remember me ? Would this affect the outcome come of the panel's deliberations.

As l sunk in my chair at home l went to the Ecolife website to check to try and find the can this. There he was Mr Rogers, an environmental scientist from Harvard University. He was well know for his work in arrears of waste disposal and renewable energy. I clicked on the picture and zoomed. He had a stoic expression in his picture, intimidating and unapologetic. He seemed like a man who thinks he has the world at his feet not that l believe in judging people by their looks alone. Armed with his name l searched him on Google and his Facebook , LinkedIn popped up. I scrolled further down and something interesting caught my eyes. Google lens had seemed to also have picked up his Tinder profile. My curiosity perked and l found myself going through his profile. On tinder he had a full body picture on his profile. He was shirtless and holding a surf board. He was tall and had a perfectly toned body which l had not noticed at my presentation in the afternoon. I could only dream of a man like this while lying on my couch in my apartment.

At 25 years l had only been in one serious relationship that did not end very well. I had tried to go out there, but it was not easy for me as and introvert. I was not proud on it but l was more of a me person, not wanting a lot of pple in my life.

It did not mean l did not have my own fantasies. Come to think of it my fantasies seemed wilder that what l assumed most pple had. I was not short of imagination. I had a fairly big sexual appetite and the various toys in my bottom drawer were testament to my sexual needs and what lengths l went to both explore and satisfy them.

As l continued to look at Roger's tinder profile. I found myself touching my most intimate parts. Imagining what Mr Roger would do if l was his. I closed my eyes and imagined my hand was Mr Roger's. Rubbing and teasing my most intimate part. I felt the knot in my tummy and decided to take this action to my bed. I stripped my clothes and and laid naked on my bed. Legs parted wildly my perky breasts fully exposed. I used one hand to rub my need pussy and the other my breast. I had done this a thousand times in my room since l broke up with my boyfriend Alex. And had developed skills that made it feel so good. I opened my folds slowly with my right hand feeling the wetness of my pussy. I closed my eyes tightly imagining Mr Rogers' weight on top of me.

I slipped a finger into my pussy and began that sweet motions rubbing that soft sweet part at the roof of my pussy. I felt tiny beads of sweat form on my forehead. Mmmmm it felt so good. I slipped another finger in there stretching my pussy further I arched one of my three remaining finger so that it rubbed my clit while the other two rubbed deeper and deeper in to my core. I used my other head to pinch my already swollen breast to intensify the feeling. It felts so good but I knew it could feel even better. I reached for my bottom drawer with my left hand and pulled out vibrator. I knew by the weight on my head it was the biggest one l owned. I deserves it coz bad Mr Rogers had stoned my cab, sconed me in the presentation and had me all hot and bothered by his tinder profile. I imagined it was him as l slipped the monster of a vibrator in my already sensitive pussy. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head l slipped the vibrator in. I moved it slowly back and forth, arching my back as if to move closer to it.

" Oh Mr Roger you dirty dog." I moaned.

Pushing the vibrator faster and deeper into my core.

I felt my inside squeeze around it as l felt my release was over me. I collapsed into my bed not bothering to clean up my juices off the bed sheets.

Sleep came quickly and so did the post masturbation guilt.