"Let's get out of here."
God, I've been waiting to hear those words for months. We slip away without saying anything. It's our company Christmas party, no one's likely to notice anyway. The office is only a block from the club the company booked for the party, and we damn near sprint back. No one is there, and our lust can finally be unleashed.
All of this had been building slowly. About six months ago, I had relocated across the country to California. It was a huge change for me being a life-long East Coaster. I came here for work and while I had a few friends scattered throughout the state, none actually lived in my city. It wasn't easy for me. I tend to be shy as a newcomer. The new job was fine. As the company's research lead, it was my job to keep the various projects on track and on budget. This required quite a bit of travelling between sites. It was during one of my frequent trips that I was introduced to Cassie.
She was my main contact for our downtown office. As a result, I ended up spending quite a bit of time in her office. She was always a treat to visit. She was friendly and easy to talk to. I enjoyed her sense of humor and, as a native Californian, had lots of useful information for someone in my position. Not surprisingly, she was my favorite person at work, I always looked forward to any chance to visit.
At first, I was just happy to have a new friend. It was such an upheaval for me that I barely thought of sex the first few months. As I began to settle into my new environment, things started to change. I hadn't had a date since my move, and really hadn't had much chance to cultivate anything like that yet.
I remember the day Cassie first entered my fantasies. I was in her office, doing our regular work. She was wearing a skirt (which I had never noticed her wear before). I had complimented her on first seeing her. In the middle of our meeting, she had to take a call, no biggie. Whoever was on the phone was requesting some project information and she had to go through various files throughout the room. At first she was just listening, her legs were crossed, and her eyes were focused on her computer. My eyes wondered over her legs, I could see up her thigh, but no more. I felt somewhat dirty, I really shouldn't be peeking, but it had been ages since I had even seen a woman's legs. My heart started to pound in my chest. Suddenly, she uncrossed and slid on her rolling-chair across the room to another filing cabinet, and in the process gave me my first peek at her panties. As she slid back and forth, I got shot after shot. My god! My hands were starting to tremble. Finally, she got up, and got on her knees and opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet farthest from me. My mouth dropped open. I couldn't see anything special, but the simple fact of having her on her knees, ass in the air, was almost overwhelming. Finally my cock started to swell. "Oh god, not now," I thought. But there's nothing a man can do when this starts to happen. As she flipped through the drawer, I could see her ass flex and move. God, I wanted to drop down with her and grind my hard cock against her. I wanted to pull up her skirt, pull her panties aside, and slide myself into her. Then poof! Her call was over and her focus was suddenly all back on me. Shit, I clearly hadn't thought this out. I crossed my legs to try and cover my hard cock.
"Sorry about that," Cassie said. "You okay?"
"Oh sure," I tried to say.
"You just look a little flushed is all."
Fuck, she knows. Fuck, I blew it before I even had a chance. Fuck, she's going to call HR and I'm going to get canned.
"Nah, I'm good," I said in my most pleasant voice. "Thanks though."
We got back to work. It took my cock ages to settle down. The pressure against my pants felt good and only made it more difficult to calm down. But by the time we finished, I was back to normal. We said goodbye and it was time for me to call it quits. Thank god I got out of there alive, I was terrified. I stowed my gear, hopped on my bike, and peddled myself back home. The whole ride, the thought of her panties were stuck in my head. I can't tell you how uncomfortable it is to bike with an erection, but I managed. I sprinted up my steps. I was unbuttoning my pants before I even made it in the door. I pulled them clean off and fell onto my bed. I squeezed out a bit of lube and took my throbbing cock with both hands.
"Oh Cassie!" I said out loud. My cock was on fire, my heart was thumping. I pumped my cock into my hands. Precum was already flowing, further lubricating my cock. I could feel the head of my cock swelling. My orgasm hit. I groaned loud and long, my eyes were clenched shut. My cock erupted with cum, and I could feel it hitting my chest, even getting my face. It felt like forever, but finally I started to come back to life. I couldn't help but laugh, I could feel the cum dripping down my chest, my neck. I got up and looked at my cum-covered self in the mirror. I looked quite ridiculous, but damn, I was in need of an orgasm like that for a long, long time.
I had figured this was a fluke, but after this, I noticed that every time I stopped by Cassie's office she had another skirt on. Obviously, I was extremely pleased, but initially chalked it up to simple coincidence. More and more though, I was getting longer peeks up her skirts. Our conversations were also turning flirty. I'd find myself staying at her office long after we'd finished up our business. Things never went too far, which only made things more difficult. All I know is that I was spending more and more time hard than not. After leaving her office, it was almost a guarantee that I'd be jerking off in the bathroom, or the supply closet, or anywhere I could find a second to touch myself. Jesus, I was horny.
I was unsure how to continue. We didn't work in the same office, but even so, I didn't want to make a move unless I was completely sure. Was she showing off for me? Ugh! I just couldn't tell. One day I found myself in her office. Again she had to take a call. She was looking at her computer, but her legs were spread just enough to show off the black panties she was wearing. My cock was hard and throbbing against my pants. I looked down, you could clearly see the bulge in my pants and even see the outline of my head. So I figured, what the hell. Normally I tried covering up, but this time I let it go, even shifting so she would be able to get a better view if she wanted. During her call, I tried to see if she would take notice, but I could never be sure. I was a little disappointed, I wanted her to see, I wanted her to tear open my pants and take me into her mouth, I wanted to fuck her brains out right on her office table. Even though I never quite knew, I never tried covering up my erection again.
It was now getting into December and I knew our Christmas party was coming up soon. I hadn't been able to see Cassie much recently as work at my home office was really picking up. Still, I was masturbating regularly thinking about her. I wanted to find some excuse to go over there, but day after day, I had to stay parked in front of my own computer. Finally, the week of our party was here. Ugh, I was going out of my mind. What do I do? Late one day, I decided to message her.
'Hey, things have been really busy over here, sorry I haven't been able to make it over. You going to be at the Christmas party this Friday?' I hesitated for a minute, but there wasn't anything bad in it, so I hit send. I started to pack up my things, but a response caught my eye.
'I know. I've missed you' Oh shit, she's missed me! Yes!
'I'm definitely going. I hope you are too. I don't need much of an excuse to dress up and get a little tipsy on company time. ;) '
Oh damn! My cock was already hard. I got up and locked the door to my office. I started to reply, hoping to catch her at least one more time before she headed home.
'I missed you too. It's sucked having to be here all the time. Haha, I'm definitely looking forward to getting a little tipsy. Dressed up huh? I'll be looking forward to that too! '
I hit send. Damn, was that last part too forward? My hands were starting to tremble again. I unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock. I'd never done this right at my desk, but I couldn't imagine who was going to interrupt me at this point in the day.
