I had been having a hard time that week. Two months into my last year of law school, I was getting senioritis and not going to class very often. My employer viewed this as an opportunity for me to work more often, something that did not surprise me in the least.
I had come into work that Saturday morning at about 5:30 to work on some complaints that had to be on file in the weeks ahead. It surprised me later that morning to hear a key rattle in the door and someone entering into the back office. Curious as to who was coming in early besides me, I went down the dividing hallway to see who it was.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, startling Shauna at the same time.
"I just came in to try and get some work done." She replied.
She was a Reubenesque sort, with heavy, pendulous breasts that had oftentimes been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies. Since the beginning, she had always been a flirtatious sort, always rubbing her breasts on my back as we passed in the hall or seductively deep-throating a banana when I would walk into her office. We were both married, with her in her mid-40s and I in my mid-30s at the time.
That morning, when I had left the house, I had not planned on meeting anyone at the office. Accordingly, I had just worn my sleeping shorts to work, and no underwear to keep myself cased. After returning to my office for a short while, I got up to get a cup of coffee and take a short break from the tedium of drafting complaints. I walked toward Shauna's office and leaned against the door frame.
"What are you working on?" I asked.
"The Avila file." She replied. "Just trying to get this Request for Production in order."
She stopped for a second and leaned back in her chair staring at me. The male attorneys in the office called Shauna a meat-gazer, as her eyes were continuously dropping to the buckle region on every guy in the office. Today was no different.
"Nice shorts." She said, as her eyes lingered.
Being that it was the morning, and I was full of energy, that sort of caught me off guard. You could say that it triggered a response.
"Stop it." I said, half-heartedly, not really wanting her too; I had a need that morning.
It was uncanny how she could come up with a banana at any time of the day it seemed. She pulled open a drawer and removed a long, semi-green one from her top desk drawer. As I stood there in the doorway she peeled it in three strips to its base, and proceeded to lick the tip while looking from my crotch to my eyes and back again. She then proceeded to put more than half of the banana into her mouth, as if she was sucking on a long cock. She moaned approvingly while doing this.
"What's the matter, Jay?" She asked.
"Why do you ask?" I replied.
"Well, …something seems to have come up." She said, raising an eyebrow and dropping her gaze.
"Looks like something that needs some attention, wouldn't you say?" She asked.
"You're probably right, Shauna." I replied. "I am going to the restroom, and if you hear any weird noises it is just me – going blind."
I turned to walk away and she said, "Wait a minute."
"Yes?" I said, looking over my shoulder.
"Why don't you just take care of it right here." She stated matter of factly.
I said, "Well, Shauna, it has been a while and I don't want to make a big mess anywhere."
She said, "I won't let you make that big of a mess, and I would kind of like to see what you are made of."
My heart was beginning to pound, and, thinking of all the possibilities, I had forgotten about what was going on in my shorts. I now had a full erection which was clear from any angle.
"You will tell everyone." I said, hoping for an answer in the negative.
"Not if you don't." She replied.
