It was late November and the day, a few months ago, was raw and gray, typical for southeastern PA at this time of the year. I had been working out of doors all morning and, despite being dressed in layers, was pretty chilled to the bone by the time I arrived back at my office. I work in a newer building just adjacent to a trendy upscale neighborhood, and the office building houses a variety of tenants ranging from a medical group to an accounting firm and even a small but popular tutoring business, located next door on the same level as my office. The tutoring firm services both grade school kids as well as recent high school graduates who lacked the grades and test scores for immediate admission to college but at the least could seek to find improvement with additional lessons. All types of courses are offered, including subjects like math, languages and science. The tutoring firm is owned by a real sharp 30-year-old lady named Tessie who has really seen her company grow over the course of the past several years. In fact, she now employs several other tutors to handle overflow with her main responsibility to teach the sciences, mainly biology.
Besides Tessie's business acumen, she is physically striking with her dark hair and 5.5' firm body, filling out any outfit she wears to work. She is a strong woman in many ways. I admit that even though I'm married, I often think of her, looking forward to arriving at my office on the chance that I will get to see her. In any case, upon arriving back to the office that day I shed my heavy coat and switched on my desktop computer, looking forward to at least getting something done as my production seemed to be in quicksand the prior several weeks. While the computer was warming up, I headed to the men's room, turning the lock mechanism on my office door to the unlock position so as to not lock myself out. For privacy, I generally do the opposite when I return to the office, but for some reason I guess I forgot to do so on that particular day. I sat back down at my desk and proceeded to take a peek at current emails and some news webpages to catch up on the day's stories, but my mind started to wander a bit to Tessie who was in the building but teaching a course at the time. As she occasionally stops by or we meet in the hallway to chat, I was hoping our paths would cross that day also.
But I couldn't wait, so I loaded Facebook and brought up her homepage, something I would often do. Truth be told, I enjoy looking at photos of her, especially from her summer trip albums where she was occasionally dressed in a bikini. One photo in particular always strikes my fancy, with her in a green swimsuit, wet having just had a swim, clinging to her tanned body in all the right places. As always, I first fix my eyes on her sweet face but quickly wander to her protruding nipples and then lower to her well-defined labia lips, so clearly visible through the wet suit.
As I was spying on the pictures, I began to get excited, and started to rub myself through my jeans. Lord, she always has the same effect on me and as usual, I began to fantasize that she could somehow see me playing as I stared at her. I undid my belt, unhooked my jeans and pulled down my zipper, rubbing myself through my white briefs. The heat from my penis could be felt outside of my underwear, but that was not enough, and I pulled them aside and out came the head and hard shaft. I adjusted a bit and pulled out my balls as well, now fully exposed. I'm not sure why, and I have wondered about it many times, but I seem to get most excited when imagining a woman watching me. Perhaps the perceived embarrassment and shame of having someone see such a private thing enhances the experience more, and I often swivel my work chair to the side and kind of expose myself to the empty office, away from my desk, again imagining that an audience of even one is with me, watching me degrade myself.
Pretty soon, as I was now beginning to get really excited, and with the bikini shot of Tessie still on the left side of my screen, I Googled CFNM and began to watch videos of all types of scenarios where men are fully naked in the presence of girls, often with the girls forcing the men to masturbate in front of them. Of course, that made me even more steamy, especially with Tessie's face still onscreen as well.
As I have done in the past, and as I got even more erect as I thought about showing myself off, I got up, now with my pants half down, walked around and leaned up against the front of my desk, directly facing my office door. Just the thought of someone there, Tessie in particular, standing in the open doorway watching me slowly masturbate my now 7" penis was so exciting. I turned my monitor towards me as I stood in front of the desk and I dropped my jeans and underwear to my ankles, pretty much fully exposed at this point, and as I closed my eyes, I rubbed the underside with just a finger, from the base to the head. I was now rock hard, with my full erection curving up and throbbing.
I daydreamed a bit more but was then interrupted by a knock on my door. Thinking that the door was locked, I offered a somewhat muffled "Hang on a minute", but before I knew it, the door opened and there, incredibly, was Tessie, thinking I had said to come in, standing there with eyes fixed on my erect penis and her mouth agape. She raised her hand as if to cover her eyes in shocked dismay, and she immediately said she was so sorry, but then her eyes wandered to my computer screen where half the screen was filled with that shot of her in the green bikini and the other half filled with images of a guy jerking off in front of three clothed girls. She began to say something, but no words came out, and she slowly began to back out of the office.
I am still not sure how or why, but I implored her to please not leave. She stopped, and proceeded to close the office door behind her, stepping further into the room and closer to where I was standing in front of my desk, now with my hands cupped in front of my rapidly deflating penis.
"What's going on here", she wondered, "and why do you have that picture of me on your screen?"
I assured her that I of course meant her no harm, but admitted that I think of her often and that sometimes I succumb to my sexual urges and wonder what it would be like for her to watch me touch myself, and even better, direct me to do so. I assured her that I would never expose myself to anyone without their permission and I thought that my door was locked as it usually is when I play like this.