Office play

A long and dull day stretched out in front of me. I made myself a strong coffee and sat back down, loosening my tie as I did, while I perused through my emails. Junk, junk and more junk. I thought I would kill 20 minutes while I sipped my coffee by surfing the net, or perhaps more accurately, finding something to take my wandering mind off the stack of work looming over me. I found a site that seemed to be full of people’s fantasies, some true, some wildly imaginative, but many rather naughty and very erotic. I paused – should I read on? Then I thought to myself my colleague is out for the day, I am in a warren of little offices with most of the other offices empty, the door was ajar but no-one could see me even if they walked directly past my office, so why the hell not. I relaxed a little more and started to read some of the steamier stories, marveling at the wide ranging varied range of erotic fantasies people seemed to have. As I read more and more, I felt my pulse start to quicken a little and a faint stirring in my suit trousers. I carried on reading, loosening my tie further, and leaning back more, vivid images beginning to fill my mind.

All these erotic stories were definitely taking an effect on my body, concentrating the blood flow below my waist, as it grew. Within a couple of minutes, I had rather a large hard-on straining at my zip, making my trousers look like a tent. I looked round my empty office and shrugged my shoulders and slowly stroked myself trough my trousers… feeling its solid thickness, running a finger up and down its length, teasing the tip. I slipped my hand down the front, inside my belted waist and inside my tight fitting shorts and slowly cupped my throbbing balls, gently kneading and massaging them, feeling their fullness, knowing that I would have to empty them soon. I fondled each ball, before moving my fingers up along the engorged shaft, feeling the veins along the side and the thick ridge up the middle. As always I loved how something so hard could feel so smooth at the same time with silky soft skin. My index finger ran around the base of the smooth head, tracing round it, before sliding the juicy foreskin up over the head a few times. I slipped my finger along the slit, which was by now oozing some sticky precum, and spread it around my shiny purple head. I then tilted my head back and slowly started to wank my rigid cock in my trousers, with long steady strokes feeling the balls occasionally, my eyes closed as I was lost in my own little slice of heaven, and the minutes ticked by.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door and without waiting for an answer, the door was pushed open to reveal a woman about to mouth a query. But as she saw me she froze and I almost fell off my chair, as I tried to slip my bulging trousers under the desk and attempt to look as composed as possible, all the while my raging hard-on pressing against me almost painfully. Her eyes lingered over the space where my crotch was a moment ago, as she seemed to lick her mouth almost involuntarily, tongue flicking out to moisten both upper and lower lip delicately and almost imperceptibly. Then she seemed to shake herself out of the stare and looked at my face, with what I thought was a cheeky glint in her eye, and asked me if I knew where the IT department office was. I regained a little of my composure and tried to ignore that glint that I thought I saw and told her that I didn’t know as I was still fairly new here.

As I replied, I gazed over her and realized she was actually a very good-looking woman – she seemed quite tall, about 5 11” and quite buxom but with slim waist. I thought she was in her late 30’s possibly early 40’s but time had been kind to her. She had auburn hair shot through with streaks of stronger coppery red clipped behind in a ponytail and spilling down her back, pulling her hair away from a long smooth delicate neck. This smooth neck supported a face that had piercing green eyes almost feline in shape with high cheekbones with the slightest hint of make up, small slightly upturned nose and pouting full lips in dark rouge which opened to reveal pearlescent white teeth and that sweet tongue again. She wore a plain white short-sleeved blouse with buttons undone to give the hint of a cleavage. The blouse stretched over a bust that was more than ample even for a woman of her stature, delicate lace imprinted on the blouse. It followed her narrow waist and ended just at the waist band of fitted hipster slacks which flared over wide hips but tight across the lower abdomen and pubis and hugged her shapely thighs before dropping down to cover her red pointed heels. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh well, never mind,” and with a mischievous grin she added, “You might as well go back to what you were doing…” and let the statement hang there. As she turned to go after a few seconds, I thought did she really say that? I stammered. “Err… I’m not sure what you thought I was doing, but I’m sure it wasn’t what you thought it was.”

“No? Are you sure?” She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “ I am pretty sure you weren’t filing papers there!” she said matter of factly, with hands on her hips. “It seemed as if you were enjoying yourself rather a lot, from what I could see, and you had plenty to enjoy…” The last comment hung in the air as she looked me directly in the eyes. “ No matter, if you don’t feel you need any assistance, then I’ll be on my way.” And with that she turned to go, giving me a view of her fantastic rear, thin grey cloth stretched over firm shapely buttocks. “No. Err. I mean yes. Err… wait…” I stammered as I struggled to stand up. She turned round and her gaze immediately dropped to my thick bulge no longer hidden by the desk… A look of hunger came into her eyes as she murmured almost to herself, “Wow, I love watching a guy get off … turns me on big time.” She paused for effect then growled huskily, and I would lurve to see you play with that…” “ I have never done anything like this,” I said quietly as she moved to sit on the edge of the other desk. But I had to admit to myself, I was getting somewhat turned on at the thought of being watched by this statuesque beauty. My flagging erection now flushed with renewed vigor as I watched her run an index finger around her luscious glistening mouth before slipping in between her slightly parted lips and then slowly sucking on it, making soft slurping noises.

She slid her painted curving finger in and out of those shiny lips as she closed her eyes dreamily. Her other hand moved up to caress her full left breast through her bra and blouse, gently kneading it. I relaxed back in my chair, as my cock was fully hard again inside my trousers, straining, watching. She opened her eyes as she gazed at me, her other hand now cupping her right breast, fingers massaging those full breasts, nipples now hard and clearly visible even through the bra and blouse. She popped a couple of buttons and her cleavage appeared, her finger tracing down the deep cleft. White lacy ¾ cup bra came into view as more buttons became undone. I ran my hands along the front of my straining pants, on either side of my rigid shaft, the shaft throbbing. I slowly stroked myself like that as she slipped a hand inside her bra and felt her sweet heavy breast. Her fingers kneaded more insistently, circling the dark areola before teasing her long red nail across the tip of her hard pink nipple. She pinched her nipple and leaned back, eyes closed moaning gently.

I was forced to feel my cock so I slid a hand back down inside my trousers and played with the head, slipping the foreskin back and forth. She slipped her boob out of the cup and held it as she played with the stiff nipple with the other hand, licking her index finger and rubbing it against the tip, moistening the nipple. She slipped her other breast out and squeezed the gorgeous globes together purring, pinching her big nipples and twisting them gently. I undid my belt and buttons on my suit trousers and stood up, the trousers sliding down to leave me in my tight white hipster boxers, practically bursting, with a wet patch at its tip. Slowly wanking my cock through the boxers, the wet patch got bigger. She spread her thighs and licked her lips. He fingers traced down her smooth exposed belly with a light delicate touch, past her tight bellybutton, and past her waistband, slowly caressing herself through the material. She slid her hips forward a little as her fingers press harder and more urgently. She undid her trousers and as she stood forward they fell to the floor revealing white lacy thong with a large damp spot on the front, allowing me to see that she seemed to be shaven. She briefly rubbed herself through her thong, pushing the material between her lips before slipping the sodden material to one side. Her sweet engorged pussy came into view, completely smooth and hairless, outer lips swollen and parted, pink inner lips glistening as she ran the tip of her finger along the damp slit. She placed one foot encased in tall red heel on the edge of the desk as she was standing which spread her lips wide open. She moaned at me as she slipped a finger in deep, pulled it out glistening and sucked that wet finger, savoring her own sweet flavor.

I slipped my boxers down over the tip of my cock, making it bounce up. I teased the shiny head with my index finger as I watched her finger slide back into that hot tunnel, slowly fucking herself with her finger as she stared at my fingers playing with the smooth head of my cock. I teased the slit as precum oozed out. I rubbed the sticky stuff round the head and then I licked my finger, tasting my own salty taste. This made her go crazy, as she started to moan at me, saying, “You dirty boy, mmmmmm …” repeatedly whilst slipping a second finger inside herself. She turned round and slowly bent over, peeling her wet thong down and over those sweet juicy cheeks. She then kneeled on the desk facing away, knees spread wide and looked around at me as she spread her lips wide, tight little asshole puckered. Two fingers slipped deep inside her pink wet tunnel as she fingered her tight hot pussy.

I started to wank my thick shaft in earnest now, long steady strokes from the tip down to the base. I felt the throbbing veins under my fingers as I watched her fingers slipping in and out, dripping wet, and making little squelching noises each time. Her breath coming in shorter gasps, as she spread her lips and teased the hood over the hard little button of her clit. She moaned deeply when her 3rd finger slipped deep inside her. I cupped my balls, massaging them. She twisted her hand slightly as she slips it in and out, her juice coating all her fingers. My balls ached for relief. Her finger worked on her clit furiously in tight little circles as she neared her orgasm. All of a sudden she let out a deep moan which turned into a high pitched squeal as her body went tense and her hips bucked against her hand, fingers being clenched by her spasming pussy. That took me over the edge as my balls tightened and my hand wanking hard and fast… I let out a growl “ahhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrr gawwwd yessss,” as thick spurts of sticky hot cum landed on her red shoes and on her ankles. We both collapsed, exhausted.

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