So there I was in Chloe's chair with jeans unzipped. I turned on her computer screen and her wallpaper came up. The wallpaper was a photo of her taken at a beach. She looked simply beautiful. She had on a light skirt, a top, and a smile that stretched from London to Texas. Her face was both radiant and gorgeous. And her body, how I ached just to caress it.
Chloe had begun working as an office junior at our company about a month before. She was eighteen with shoulder length brunette hair and the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. Her body was like something from a magazine; long, slender and curvy. Her breasts were just the perfect shape and size and if it was a little bit cold you could sometimes make out her perky nipples through her bra and blouse.
But what really got me was her personality. She had a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and I never heard her say anything bad about anybody, no matter how much they deserved it. You could say that I had a crush on her.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke. It didn't take long before I was fully erect. I pumped slowly, staring at her photo. I imagined myself with her, making love to her on the beach, caressing her, kissing her, making her feel all the pleasure I was feeling.
I often found myself fantasizing about Chloe but knew that actually making it reality was out of the question. True, I had had more than my share of beautiful and sexy women over the years, but there was no way Chloe would go for a man like me, someone twelve years older than her, at least so I thought. And even though a few times I caught her looking at my crotch when my cock was half erect, there was no way she would have been interested in me, and it was probably my imagination anyway. How wrong I was.
Chloe had decided to go on holiday for a few days. It was something she had planned a long time and something the company knew about before they hired her. While she was to be away, I decided to do something about my crush.
I made up my mind that I would go to the office after hours, sit in her chair, and jerk off to her wallpaper.
But there had to be rules. It would happen one time and would be to get her out of my system once and for all. I would jerk off for a bit, go home, and then have an orgasm. I felt so guilty about what I was doing, and I reminded myself that it was to be once only and the reason I was doing it was to get over her. The ends were to justify the means.
I slid my hand to the head of my cock and touched the opening with my finger. I felt the precum that had begun to build and which formed a sticky string when I moved my finger away. I knew I would have to stop soon, and I gave my cock a few more strokes.
As I touched myself I thought about Chloe sitting on the very same chair, her sweet pussy almost touching where I was sitting, separated by just a few layers of thin fabric. Just the thought of it turned me on.
And then I saw something reflected on the computer screen. It was Chloe! I went into instant panic mode. I literally couldn't move. There was Chloe in the cubicle behind me, on a chair, and she had her hand between her legs!
I panicked. Had she seen me? Was it just a coincidence that she was here too?
Thoughts flashed through my mind. I could make out like I never saw her and just walk out.
But instead I put my now flaccid cock back into my jeans. "Getting ready for your holiday?" I said, turning the chair around to face her.
Chloe jumped. "Um, yeah, Max. I was just about to use Susie's computer to check some stuff for her. She said I could."
"What are we going to do now, Chloe?" I had no idea why I said those words.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw what you were doing."
"Oh. I got here, like I said, to check some stuff, but on my computer. But you were there, and I saw you. I was shocked but kind of turned on at the same time, if you know what I mean. At this point I decided the best thing to do was to come clean with Chloe. I explained everything, from the crush I had on her to why I was at the office and how I thought it would get her out of my system. I especially explained how guilty I felt about what I was doing.
"But why didn't you just tell me?" Chloe asked.
"Because I couldn't stand the thought of you not feeling the same" I said. "And I didn't think you would like someone like me in that way."