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.
She grabbed the bulge in my pants, and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to see that big juicy cock cum in person," then, she headed to the bathroom.
I watched her walk away, and noticed how radiant she looked.
Seemingly in competition with Julie, she had chosen to wear her own sundress. It was a navy blue and white airy dress that sat two inches above her knees, and clung tantalizingly to her shapely ass. It swayed ever so slightly as she walked, and I couldn't help but to bite my lip, and squeeze my cock through my pants.
When she emerged from the bathroom I just put one finger to my lips, and mouthed, "Shhhhhh," then motioned her to follow me.
I slipped past the door, and Jess followed. The way she sneakily tiptoed behind me turned me on so much.
"What an amazingly naughty woman," I thought.
As we reached the end of the first long corridor, I put my arm out to stop her.
We both listened intently, then turned to each other in shock at the sound of a little squeal.
We both recognized the sound instantly. It was the sound of a woman trying her best to keep quiet as she was being fucked really good.
I looked at Jess to find her eyes widen, and become enflamed with desire. They seemed to be saying, "This is actually happening!"
I got out ahead of her, and peered through the rack of packaging materials. There was Dylan's girl, Julie, bent over his computer desk with her ass poked out prominently in the air. Dylan was behind her gripping her hips, slowly working his big dick in and out of her.
I waved Jess over, and made space in front of me for her to stand.
I reached around, and tweaked Jess' nipples as she looked on in amazement.
She let out a little moan, and as if in response Dylan started to get verbal with Julie.
"Oh, that pussy is so fucking wet for daddy today. You like that dont you, you little slut?" Dylan boasted.
"Mmmmm yes, Daddy," Julie moaned submissively.
The squeals became less contained the more Dylan talked dirty to her, and she sounded more and more unhinged as he penetrated her.
"Get on the ladder for a better look," I whispered to Jess.
At just under 5 ft. tall, Jess had to stand on her tippy toes to see through the rack. The ladder gave her a much better viewing angle, and I'm glad I had that foresight earlier in the day.
As she ascended the ladder, I could clearly see that she had come prepared by not wearing any panties. Her pussy looked freshly shaven, and immaculate.
My mouth watered.
I stood on the first step underneath her with my back to the action. Then, I reached up, spread her pussy lips, and stuck my tongue up and out to meet her clitoris.
She looked so good that I needed to taste her, and boy, did she taste good.