The Workplace Ch 07

"You swallowed?"

"Yeah, I did." I replied.

"And then what?" Mark could not hide his curiosity.

"I..." I blushed scarlet. "I threw up."

Mark's smile melted in disappointment. "You..."

"All over myself. Yes." I finished.

"Um well... that'll do it. That'll kill the mood in a heartbeat." Mark sighed.

"Ya think?"

"Don't snap at me." Mark chited. "I'm not the one who ruined my lady's mood by vomiting. How'd she take it."

"Yeah... I don't know. She didn't really say anything." I said awkwardly.

"She didn't?"

"Nope. She turned beet red, and rushed out. I think she is too embarrassed or horrified or something to talk about it. We barely talk."

Mark added, "She seemed her usual perky self to me."

"Well yeah, here she is. She's just as helpful and nice as usual here. It's when we leave she's... I don't know... too disgusted to look at me."

Mark templed his fingers and sighed wisely, "Can you blame her? I'm disgusted by you now."

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

"Hey yourself. Do you know how much a man would pay to have a woman do that to him? To give him a golden shower? Or receive one?" Mark asked.

"Why do I feel like you actually know how much someone charges?"

Mark didn't respond but leaned back smugly.

"Moving past whatever that face is," I pressed on, "she actually had already offered before that to receive one from me."

"And you didn't take her up on it!" Mark gave me a look that one would give a pitcher if they walked nine players in a row. "You aren't into that?"

"Ew. No! Well... idk. I liked it but also I don't. Like... it was hot. I did have that urge to drink it but... I just couldn't turn off the part of my body that knew it was urine. And so I just... yeah."

"Well, Jimmie. You're hopeless."

"Why am I even talking to you about this? When had anyone ever come to you for advice with a woman?"

"Hey now!" Mark interjected. "I get around."

"Your secretary doesn't count. Outside of work. When was the last time you saw a woman?" I ask.

"I see them all the time. I go down to that one club, by the KFC."

"On Seventh?" I ask horrified.

"Yeah! You been there?" Mark asked, a little hope in me restored.

"No!" I object. "I'd rather not catch a venereal disease."

"Hey! I take offense to that. The women there..."

"I'm not talking about the woman. Have you seen the outside of that place? You wouldn't be able to get in without stepping on a used needle. That KFC is the same way."

Mark looked like he was searching for a retort. When none came, he changed topics. "So, you said you two had tried something new before you flubbed the golden shower. What was that?"

"Uh, no." It was my turn to look at him disappointed. "That is private. I love her and I'm not sharing that kind of info. And you know what? I regret even asking for your help. I should get advice elsewhere." I stand up. "Where's those papers I needed you to sign in the first place? I nearly forgot that's the whole reason I came here in the first place."

"Oh yeah. Here," Mark said, reaching into his desk drawer. He withdrew a manila folder and threw it to me. "Go. I don't know why I waste my wisdom on the young and foolish anyway."

I leave Mark's office, eyes rolling. But as I shuffled to my office, folder in hand, the answer hit me. I need to talk to Sarah. I really do love her. We can't continue on in our awkward silence. The last few days had been torture. With my heart somewhere around my navel, I open the door and entered my cramped office.

There she was. Sarah sat in her chair, going over old records, looking for inconsistencies. At the sound of the door, she glanced up. At my sight, she flashed red and looked back down.

*Cough* She didn't look up. *Cough*Cough*. She still looked down. Alright, it was not going to be that easy.

I summoned my courage. "Hey, Sarah. We need to talk."

"Hmm?" Sarah flushed. "Oh, ok."

"Yeah. bout the other day "

"Yeah?" Sarah's response was barely a whisper.

"Yeah. About the tub. And golden shower thing." It was my turn to blush. "Look. I'm sorry."

"No, I am." Sarah cut me off. "I'm so sorry. I should have cleared that with you first. We were in the mood... well, I was and got caught up."

"I liked it." I interrupted her.

"I should have discussed that desire with you first. I... like it? You... liked it?"

"Yeah. I mean, I clearly needed to pace myself. I kinda got too into it before letting my body get used to it. But I also liked it. And I wouldn't mind doing it again. Just, I'll need to prepare myself in advance. At least for the first couple times. Until I'm used to it."

Sarah's face softened. "Ok. I'm sorry again about that. It was something I saw online and became obsessed with." She bit her lip. "If you'd prefer, you could do it to me a couple times first."

"Yeah?" I asked. I couldn't help but smile at her thinly veiled glee. "Sounds good."

Sarah bit her lip more. "In the meantime, I imagine... you're looking a bit stressed."

"Is that so?" I smile wildly. "What do you suggest?"

Sarah was now standing. A silky blouse stretched tight over her nipples. "Yeah. Well, I know I am stressed. And I thought we should do something together to relieve all that stress."

"You know..." My hands cupped her back and pulled her against me. "I think you're right."

My hands peel up her pencil skirt. "No panties."

"No," she breathed. "I was hoping we'd work through this."

I thought of a sexy comeback. "Hmm." What can I say? I thought of one. Does not mean I actually said it. I like to think of myself as a more intellectual type. But when I am with Sarah, I devolve.

I guided her to my desk. There, she turned around and bent over. She braced herself on it and started waggling that magnificent ass. "I know you were staring last time. How about you have it now. As an apology."

I started to protest that she had nothing to apologize for but her ass was too tempting. I freed my manhood and grasped her ass. With a slight squat, I lined myself up and pressed into her. All memories of the recent days of discomfort were forgotten as I was home. "Hmmm." I moaned as I thrusted in and out of her heavenly pussy.

Sarah's moans joined mine as I thrusted. I pressed against her as I reached around and fumbled with her buttons. Finally, I opened her blouse and grasped breasts. Everything about Sarah seemed to be custom designed for me. She is to me, perfection itself.

I stood back up and got a better grip of her hips as I thrust. This was why I installed a mirror behind my desk. It was actually Sarah's idea. She said she enjoyed doggy style but wanted to still see everything. I agree. I saw her breasts bouncing in a mesmerizing fashion. I saw her face blank with pleasure, tears forming.

She finished first, though it was close. I felt the usual clenching and spasms. I gave her ass a couple gentle slaps. It feels so good when I am inside and I love the way it makes her twitch and spasm more. Fuck.

I pulled out. Sarah, still twitching slightly, fell a couple inches, closer to the desk. I stood there, stroking myself for another minute before I finished. I came over that glorious ass.

Sarah gave me an appropriate amount of time to admire my spunk on her before turning around. She kneeled in front of me, and started cleaning my cock with those luscious lips and succulent tongue.

Then, she did not stop. I spotted her fingers darting to her own groin as she continued to suck me. "Ahh." I moan in my extra sensitive state as she takes me deeper. I feel my loins stir. Through her viggor, she brought back rigidity. "Oh?" I stammer. "A second round?"

She slowly, agonizingly slowly drug her mouth across my shaft. Her teeth barely graze my sensitive flesh as she approaches the tip. The room felt like it was about to spin as she focused on the tip. Finally, she released me from her lips, my tip still resting on her cheek. "I thought we could do with a couple rounds, especially after a few days of holding it in." I felt the breath of her seductive tone on my cock. "It's not like us to hold it in. We're not used to it. Thought I better take care of any pent up energy."

I stammered, "Ooohhkaay."

"Ermm," she squeaked. She must have found the zone with her fingers.

I watched as she took me back into her mouth. Fuck, I love this woman. I mean, she is sweet and wonderful. It is not just the body and sex. Those do help though.

I swung my hands around to find something to hold on to. Not finding anything, I doubled forward, bracing myself where I just fucked Sarah. "I'm close," I whisper.

She pulled me out and stroked me until glorious completion. I bucked my hips, thrusting into her hand as I finished. When it finally stopped, I straightened back up. I looked at Sarah.

She kneeled in front of me. Her blouse remained open, showing her bare chest. On her chest and face were several strands of my cum. Her eyes, closed, watered slightly as she held her head back. Her mouth was slightly open, signalling to me that she was close too. Driving home the point, she whimpered, "Just a moment."

Savoring the satisfaction of my satisfaction on her, she fingered herself. It was only forty seconds until I heard her whimper and shudder again. A small puddle lay on the ground from her climax.

"Ok. Can you help me up, now?" She added, "Please?"

"Yeah," I chuckled and pulled her up.

"Thanks." She wavered but her legs held. "It was only fair since you're largely the reason my legs feel weak."

"My apologies. If that's a problem, then we can stop."

She swatted my arm, "Shut up."

"I love you," I whisper to her. I pull back a loose strand of her blonde hair, before it gets stuck in the mess I left on her.

Rosy cheeked, still teary eyed from her orgasms, but no longer shaking as much, Sarah straightened and looked up at me. "I love you too."