Gwen stretched out like a satisfied cat as she woke from the deep sleep, all but purring to herself. She felt amazing, better than she could ever remember. And instantly that set off alarm bells in her head that something must be wrong. She forced herself to get out of bed and the clock confirmed her worst suspicions: her alarm had never gone off and she only had one hour to shower, eat, and make it across town to the office.
    Her parents, both doctors whose prominence existed only in their minds, had raised Gwen to function like a wind up clock. Examine what needed to be done, do it, and move on to the next task. It probably would have made Gwen far happier in life to know that her parents never followed this strict advice, but instead she believed that this was the only way to be successful. So from the very first time she arrived somewhere late as a child her mind interpreted this as running behind, those few seconds damning her for eternity. Even if she followed through on everything else in life perfectly she'd always be coming up short. Now every setback and delay only pulled her further and further behind.
    Gwen felt the gears turning in her head, instantly set to determine how far behind waking up late would set her. It didn't bother her to think of herself as a machine, it's what she needed to be to become happy later in life when she finally succeeded in all her goals. Even though no one had told her when that would be she knew that a finish line must be out there somewhere, but she'd never reach it at this pace. The tension and stress was such a familiar weight to Gwen that she even attributed different flavors to it.
    There was the tightening stress of running late, an unceasing grinding of screws being pushed tighter as she had to struggle to move faster. Failing to reach a deadline was heavy lead weight dropping on her shoulders, only slower her down to try and ensure she'd always failed. The worst was having her workers fail, the stress hot metal running through her veins. No matter how hard she struggled this was the most unbearable, because short of completing all their work herself (which she had tried and failed to do numerous times) she knew her coworkers would never rise up and do better, complacent to put all the blame on her.
    Gwen took a deep breath and waited, wondering which flavor it would be today. Would her mind focus on running late for work? Or over the fact that they were running behind on the project for their newest client? Most likely it was the dawning fact that they'd lost an entire day to that stupid seminar and for some reason Gwen had barely even registered all that vanished time. She grit her teeth and waited for the stress to sink in.
    So when a warm rush of blood pulsed between her legs Gwen let out a startled moan, shivering at how suddenly sensitive her body felt. This was something she'd never felt before. Well, Gwen had been turned on plenty of times. But even when she was sleeping with exes the tension had always been present. Was she performing to their satisfaction? To her own satisfaction? Was her body in shape enough to turn them on? Every orgasm was tinged with the familiar tightening hold of stress over the time lost while she was supposed to be enjoying herself.
    But this was different. Gwen didn't feel any pressure, no tightness against her lungs or weight on her back. Though now she felt her shirt clinging to her tits, the rough fabric scratching at her nipples teasingly. She stood up and let out a whimper, instantly aware of the weight of her C-cup breasts as they begged to be teased. And one step revealed how slick her thighs had become. She reached down tentatively and discovered how incredibly wet she'd become. 
    Gwen shook her head. She didn't have time to be horny. There were a hundred things to do before she even left her apartment. And now she'd lost a full hour stupidly to sleeping and how was she supposed to-
    Gwen suddenly moaned, knees buckling while she was on her way to the kitchen. She stumbled and clutched the counter top, breath ragged as a surge of warmth hit her body hard. It was impossible for her to describe, but the closest she could figure it was that her need to be fucked felt as if it doubled. As if she was only hungry before, but in a second had felt a whole day's worth of fasting manifest instantly.
    "Fuck, how is it even possible to be this horny?" she muttered to no one at all.
    Gwen started to hurry back to the kitchen but quickly froze, her sensitive pussy thrilling with the friction of each step. Carefully she resumed, biting her lip against every teasing step. She didn't have time to be handicapped like this, Gwen knew she had to hurry to-
    For a split second she felt the old, familiar pressure of stress tightening at her joints, threatening to crush her. But instead the tension seemed to slip inside her, heating up rapidly and turning into another wave of pleasure. Now she was certain her panties were ruined, a trickle of her juices dripping down one leg. With her sensitive skin she felt the drop of lust traveling down her thigh, nearly making it to her knee before it stopped.
    Somehow it seemed to click for her then. For whatever impossible reason she was getting turned on from the stress. Gwen shook her head, knowing this was impossible. She must have suffered some kind of a breakdown and had started to fetishize her own overbearing load of stress. But the instant concern she had over this transmuted into pure desire and now Gwen couldn't hold back the deep moan pulsing out of her throat, nipples screaming out in bliss as if they were being twisted skillfully.
    Her hands clutched at her breasts before she could stop them at that only sent Gwen off again, the Indian girl collapsing against her counter. It was becoming too much to bear, her hands teasing and playing with her tits, the pleasure better than anything she'd ever felt before. She pinched her nipples through her shirt, sliding down the cabinet until she landed on her ass. Instantly she felt how soaked her panties were, her pussy leaking a puddle beneath her.
    She regarded herself with a moment of clarity. Playing with her tits like some kind of a slut while she only had fifty minutes before she was due at work. Gwen hadn't eaten or showered, instead caring more about pleasuring herself than even changing out of her own wet panties. What kind of a selfish slut would care more about getting off than her career?
    Gwen practically came as the shame and stress of what she was doing only enhanced it, taking away all choice as her hand slipped down into her panties. Eyes rolling back in her head as she ground her fingers against her clit, panting and nearly drooling on herself. She was too far gone to care about the consequences. Only that wasn't true. Every second she spent fucking herself on the floor added more stress, more tension at how she was wasting the day, more shame at what she was doing. And only made the orgasmic pressure building in her pussy swell greater.
    She came shaking, moaning loudly as the orgasm burned through her body, every cell lighting up in pure bliss. She was moaning like some shameless slut and the knowledge that her neighbors might her, what they would think of her, only made the orgasm double in intensity.
    After that Gwen saw only white, thoughts melted away by the sheer brilliance of the orgasm. What felt like five minutes later she finally blinked awake slowly, brushing her jet black hair out of her eyes. Gwen was slick with sweat, a small puddle between her legs. The clock told her that she was due into work in forty minutes, and after that performance everyone on the floor must have heard her. Gwen analyzed all of this instantly and felt…nothing.
    No pressure tightening in, no shackling weight falling on her. It took Gwen a moment to realize that in the complete absence of all that stress she actually felt happy. In fact she felt ecstatic. All that yoga/tai-chi bullshit finally made sense. She breathed deeply, savoring the light breath as she let it out, feeling at once with the universe. Gwen laughed to herself, realizing she just orgasm'd into nirvana. She wonder if all those monks had anything on that.
    She got to her feet shakily, no longer worried about the problems of the day. Instead she caught on that she'd had the first full night of sleep in months, her body and mind felt rested and fantastic, and god did she love that orgasm just then. Gwen smiled to herself, deciding she'd make a decent omelet like she hadn't had in ages. Usually she just chucked food in her mouth like fuel, never taking the time to savor it. Maggie always was on her case about eating a decent breakfast.
    The thought of her friend stuck alone in the office with the others was enough to finally knock her off of that heavenly cloud. Oh god, here she was about to abandon Maggie to dealing with those uncaring animals with all the work they needed to do. Gwen let out a defeated sigh as the all too familiar stress piled down on her back, her peace cut short. But then suddenly the weight melted away, slipping off her back and the tension caressed at her tits and slithered down to her pussy.
    "How the hell can I still get horny after all that?"
    But her pussy wouldn't listen to reason, instead demanding she instantly resume fingering herself. And knowing just what the orgasm it would lead to felt like she was tempted to give in right away. Yet if there was anything that exemplified Gwen besides her constant stress it was that she was loyal. Trying to ignore her body heating up like a furnace with need Gwen dialed Maggie.
    "Hi Gwen, guess you're in the office early," Maggie answered instantly, the sound of commuters on the train droning in the background. "I should be in there to join you soon."
    Guiltily Gwen bit her lip and forced herself to tell the truth. "Actually, I'm still at home."
    "Really?" The shock in her voice was instant disappointment, burning shame digging into her heart. Then instantly sliding up into her cunt and she gripped the counter, using everything in her willpower not to moan.
    "Y-yeah," she managed to say. "My alarm never went off and I only just woke up." Technically true, though Gwen felt it would be best to leave out the ten minutes of masturbation. 
    "I've been there plenty of times, don't worry about it," Maggie laughed, not sounding disappointed at all. The sheer shock that Maggie wasn't upset with her actually made Gwen forget how damn horny she was. "Listen, talk all the time you need to come in. I know how you get when you think you fall behind but honestly you need a chance to relax for once."
    "But…we've got so much work to do. The fact that we lost a whole day alone means we-"
    "We lost a day? When?"
    Gwen blinked, surprised. 
    "Yesterday. There was the hypnotist. And we had the seminar." Gwen struggled to remember, barely able to recall anything other than feeling amazing after, even going so far as to say she loved the whole experience. It was only the idea of missing work that gave her the resolve to remember it at all.
    "Oh right. Bridgette really did a great job."
    "Yeah, she did," Gwen admitted. "I really loved it by the time she was done with us."
    "I know what you mean," Maggie said laughing. "I loved the session when she was done with us."
    "Yeah, me too. I loved the session when she was done with us," Gwen responded, mind feeling fuzzy.
    "But we shouldn't worry about the session," Maggie said, oddly distant.
    "We shouldn't worry about the session," Gwen confirmed.
    "Because we loved the session."
    "Loved the session," Gwen said, moaning lightly as her fingers slipped into her panties.
    "What was that?" Maggie suddenly asked, startled.
    Gwen eyes snapped awake, realizing she was playing with herself while on the phone with her boss, one of her closest friends. She quickly pulled her hand away, fighting back against the surge of pure need the shame and concern of nearly being caught by Maggie brought on her. She needed to fuck herself or she'd explode.
    "It was nhhn nothing," Gwen whimpered. "Just…tired, from yesterday." She'd said just to say anything, but wondered why. It's not like anything unusual happened yesterday. But worrying about that only fanned the burning lust higher.
    "Listen, I can handle the office for a little while on my own at least. You take an hour or two. Get a nice full breakfast and come in refreshed."
    "Don't worry about that," Gwen muttered, sliding her soaked panties off and making her way towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a warm, warm bath and enjoy myself. Relax, I mean I'll relax." The humming sexual tension brimming through her made it nearly impossible to think. Gwen dropped her panties and heard the land with a wet thump, only turning her on more to know that's how wet she'd gotten.
    "Alright, just try to have fun, okay Gwen?"
    "I promise," she said throwing off her shirt. "By the time I come into the office it'll seem like I hit inner peace."
    "Sure, I'll believe it when I see it."
    You have no idea, Gwen thought as she threw on the water for the bath, squirming anxiously as she fought from masturbating. If Maggie only knew about her name technique for relieving stress. God she couldn't wait to cum again, to feel so free and light. Maggie should definitely try it too, turning all your stress into passion and cumming away your concerns. She and Maggie should slip into the bath together, getting one another off so they can-
    Gwen blinked in shock, surprised at the suddenly vivid image of her fingering Maggie, savoring the feeling of her smooth skin as her friend brought her off as well. Nothing could have prepared her for the unrelenting wave of lust that hit her, brought on by the shame of suddenly wanting to fuck her friend. She groaned, fingers sliding into herself as she stretched up on her toes, feeling herself brought higher and higher, closer to-
    "Gwen, what was that? Are you okay?"
    The Indian girl shivered, locked on the edge of orgasm with every muscle of her body thrilling with tension, the woman practically vibrating. And Maggie had heard her.
    "St-stubbed my toe," she muttered, trying not to moan. "Bye."
    "Okay, feel be-"
    Gwen hung up the call and tossed her phone in the corner, practically jumping in the bath as she bucked her hips against her fingers, teasing her nipples and mewling happily to herself. Giving in to the pleasure, cumming over and over, even the thought of Maggie naked joining her couldn't shake her now. She welcomed the fantasies, happy for anything to keep her cumming.
    When Gwen finally came down she luxuriated in the bath. Even though the water had long gone cold she welcomed its cool touch, her body sweet and melting perfectly. Now she was certain nothing would get to her. Gwen smiled to herself, thinking she'd need to start doing this every day. At least this would certainly be an interesting day at work.