The next morning I woke up to Jess' angelic face pressed against my shoulder, and her arms wrapped around my left arm.
"How can someone look so beautiful while fast asleep?" I wondered.
Usually, I wouldn't have wanted to leave her embrace, but the idea of going to work had become so much fun over the past couple of days.
I noiselessly detached myself from her, took my shower, changed, and went to head out the door, but before breaking the threshold a thought hit me.
I rummaged through the basket of junk on the kitchen counter, and found an old sticky note.
"Come to the front door of my office at 2:25..."
I pondered over the note, and then added in all caps, "DON'T BE LATE"
My trademark perverted grin appeared due to the cryptic nature of my note, and I just knew it would get Jess' pussy wet.
The drive to work was filled with a lot of anxiety. I tended to let a lot of thoughts run through my head while I drove. However, fleeting thoughts of Dylan were pushed out of my mind by recurring thoughts of Jess. Specifically, how she headed straight to the office after our voyeuristic sex the night before.
Over and over, the clicking sound of the door closing, and becoming locked played in my head.
At first I wondered whether I could've done more, or better, to satisfy her fully, but then realized that she was just
that
horny, and when my Jess was
that
horny she was almost insatiable.
"That is thanks to my efforts," I thought, and smiled contentedly.
Before I knew it, I was pulling into my parking spot, and realized that I was half hard with a precum stain at the front of my pants.
As I thought more about it, I couldn't remember a time in the past two days I hadn't been at least half hard. I was in a constantly perverted state of mind due to my new voyeuristic situation.
I needed to shake the sexual cob webs out of my head for a bit, and really focused on answering some e-mails, and getting into the flow of work. Then, after about an hour, I called Dylan.
"Hey, Dylan. Can I come back there, and grab yesterdays shipping documents?" I asked.
"Sure thing, Boss. Just make sure you have your hard hat with you," he replied, but all I heard in my mind was, "make sure your hard."
Little did Dylan know I had an ulterior motive for going into the warehouse.
As I walked in, I made sure to pull the step ladder silently into a convenient position behind the rack of shipping materials. I also removed a few tissues from my pocket, and shoved them under a box of bubble wrap on the rack for later use.
"Yes, this is a reconnaissance mission," I thought mischievously.
I then took a few steps forward, and emerged around the corner to find Dylan at his computer. He quickly minimized something on the screen.
I had the briefest of snapshots, and couldn't be sure, but it looked like he might've been on the Camsturbate homepage. That was my gut instinct, but before I could process it further he turned, and greeted me.
He gave me the shipping documents, and then we had a quick exchange about a shipping container that was due to arrive at the end of the week. Then, I decided to finally try to get to know my favorite co-worker a bit. I felt like I'd spent more time watching this guy work his gorgeous cock than actually talking to him.
"Sooo, you got any plans this weekend?" I asked rather awkwardly.
"Ah, not really man. I'll probably just chill with my girl. Maybe she'll want to get out to a movie, or dinner, or somethin'," Dylan replied.
I was determined to keep the conversation going for a bit, and continued, "Nice, same here probably. What do you guys like to do?"
"We usually just chill around the house when she's around, or like I said, maybe some food or a movie. Julie works a lot of hours on weekends, so our schedules don't mesh well. We try our best to see each other during the week," Dylan stated.
Without being pressed, he continued, "I don't care if we ever go out to do anything. I just love having that ripe little ass of hers around."
Within five minutes, Dylan had stamped his sexual authority on the conversation. He was truly an alpha male, and all I could do was muster a chuckle in response.
"I hear ya, man. Love those lazy days around the house with my Jess too," I replied hoping that Dylan would be impressed, or at least that I would appear to be more macho than I was.
"Well, maybe you two can join Julie and I for dinner sometime," he suggested. I started to turn beet red at his suggestion before the tone of his voice set in. It was a tone that implied that the suggestion was more out of courtesy than actually meaning it.
After that, the conversation peetered out, and I headed back to the office.
The day took an eternity to pass by as I waited in anticipation for Jess to arrive.
"I really hope this isn't a waste of her time," I thought repeatedly.
Jess pulled in 15 minutes early, and headed into the office area.
"Baaaaabe, what's all this about?" she asked feigning ignorance.
Ignoring her question, I asked, "Did you see any cars by the shipping dock?"
"Ummmmm, a black F150, and a silver Altima, I think. Why? Tell me what's going on," she demanded.
"Recording is too much of a hassle. I wanted you her to experience Dylan firsthand with me," I stated.
Then, I pulled her close to me, grabbed her ass, and kissed her deeply.