I had tons of work to do, so I decided to head into the office late on a Saturday afternoon. The office was a ghosttown on most weekends so I expected to be alone. Nevertheless, I decided to do a quick sweep of the office just to make sure.
As I rounded the corner of our marketing wing, I was stunned by the scene laid out before me: our marketing director, Casey, was sitting in her cubicle. She was leaning back in her chair, head back, eyes closed, pants unbuttoned and pulled slightly down her thighs, exposing bright pink underwear. Her right hand was in her pants and, from the flushed look on her face, it was clear she was nearing orgasm.
I stood, silently, unsure how to react. Casey and I had been friends for several years. She was about 27, a gorgeous Asian with large tits and a tiny waist. She was married and very conservative. This was totally out of character.
I slowly took two steps back, hoping to disappear down the hall without her noticing. As I backed up, my foot accidentally bumped a garbage can, causing her to jump. Her eyes opened, panic on her face as she blurted "Oh my god." She yanked her hand out of her pants and hurriedly tried to pull up her jeans.
I looked away and stuttered "oh, hey Casey."
"Tom! What are you doing here?" she gasped.
"Oh uhm, just trying to get caught up on some things" I replied. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"
Ashamed, she lowered her head, her eyes tearing up. After several seconds, she said "Oh my god. I can't believe you just saw me doing . . . THAT! I am so embarrassed."
Trying to play it off, I said "Hey, no big deal. We all do it from time to time."
"Yea, but not in the office."
She had a point. She was masturbating in the office in broad daylight. "Well, that is true I guess. What's going on? Seems an odd place to be . . . you know . . . doing that."
"Oh god, its . . . It's . . . It's too embarrassing."
"Uh,Casey, how much more awkward could it be?" I asked.
"Jesus. I guess you're right. It's just that my husband . . . he can't pleas me. He just wants sex. No foreplay, no nothing. Just some kissing, then sex. It's just not enough for me to . . . You know . . . Get off," she confessed. "But I can't tell him so I try to just please myself when he's out of the house. Since he got laid off, He never seems to leave."
"Oh ok." I said.
"I'm not a freak. I didn't plan this. It's just that I was here working and got kind of stressed out and needed some relief and one thing just kind of led to another."
"Hey. That's cool. I understand. No big deal," I said. "I'm just gonna head into my office." with that, I turned and walked away.
A few minutes later, Casey entered my office. "You can't tell anyone about this. I'd die of embarrassment. And god knows I'd probably get fired."
"Don't worry, I won't" I assured her.
"You're the best. I really owe you one," she said. She hugged me and walked away.
I must admit, after the shock wore off, it hit me that I just caught my hottest coworker fingering herself IN THE OFFICE! As time passed, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I decided to play it out. I called her extension and asked her to come back to my office.
"Look. I've thought about it and I sympathize with you. My wife doesn't like receiving oral at all, and unfortunately I love giving. I know how frustrating it can be."
She stared back, unsure of where this was going. I decided to just come right out with it.
"Look, I need some excitement and you still haven't gotten your 'release.' Plus, you clearly owe me a big one here. I want to watch you finish what you started."
"Finish what I started?" she asked.