"No! It can't be lunch time already!"
The thought screamed through John's brain as he looked at the clock in the bottom corner of his computer monitor, and realized he was nowhere near getting this presentation done by the close of business today.
John is the Information Systems Director for a small not-for-profit organization, and the presentation he was working on was for the Board Meeting first thing Monday morning. He needed to win the board over to get funding for this new computer system, and was suffering from a creative brain-fart, so the presentation was barely started.
He liked his job, especially since he was one of the few males in a mostly female office, and he was the highest ranking staff member on his floor, which IT shared with the Accounting and Marketing departments. His female coworkers varied in age, size, weight and personality, but mostly they all got along well.
"Another Friday night shot to hell" he actually muttered out loud, as he grabbed his suit jacket and walked swiftly toward the elevator. His plan was to grab a quick sandwich at the downtown deli to bring back and eat at his desk. He was checking email on his Blackberry as he walked down the hall, not looking where he was going, so he didn't notice the rest room door open.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING LYNCH!" June exclaimed, with a mock sense of disdain in her voice.
John looked up from his Blackberry and right into June's powder blue eyes, which twinkled with that signature sparkle. They were almost standing nose to nose, since he never saw her coming out of the rest room, and he very nearly ran right into her.
He let his gaze wander down her body and was treated to quite the view. Instead of her usual business attire, June was dressed in a pair of loose red running shorts with a white microfiber running shirt draped over her petite frame. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, accentuating her deep blue eyes, and he admired her firm toned legs.
Obviously she was going to spend her lunch hour doing a something healthier than grabbing an overstuffed deli sandwich.
John was older than June, and over the years that they worked together, he watched her get married, have children, and grow from a young hottie to a bona fide MILF. The joke around the office was that she was a poor-man's Helen Hunt, and other than the somewhat modest chest, she did bear a striking resemblance to the actress.
She always called John by his last name, and pretended to be tough and aloof around him, but he always noticed the gleam in her eyes when they were together. Kind of like pre-teen girls, who are always meanest to the guys they like the most. But June was a 40-year old mother of three, although you would never guess looking at her in that running outfit.
"Sorry about that Lazlo" he apologized with an equally sarcastic tone, and then sped off to the elevator, too stressed about his presentation to engage in the flirty banter they usually shared. He did sneak a glance over his shoulder though, as June headed the opposite way toward the stairs, enjoying the image of her sweet round ass as it jiggled beneath her silky running shorts. "What if?" he thought to himself, and let out an audible sigh.
Back at his desk, working around the mostly-eaten pastrami on rye, John was now making headway on his presentation. Going out for lunch seemed to clear his head, and his creative juices were flowing, as he double-checked his spreadsheets and created the graphs.
"Almost done," he thought to himself, "I might salvage Friday night after all." He was feeling pretty good about himself, until he looked at the clock on his computer screen again.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S 6:30 PM!" he actually yelled out loud, completely losing track of time. The office closes at five o'clock, and on Fridays, folks flee from the building like it's on fire. John poked his head out of his office and saw nothing but empty desks and dark hallways. At this hour, even the cleaning crew has finished up and gone home for the weekend, so he knew he had to be the only idiot still working in the building.
Since he was already up, and the pastrami sandwich was sitting like a rock in his stomach, he decided to head down to the rest room. There were two "one seaters" on the floor, and because the staff was mostly female, they were shared unisex bathrooms, instead of the usual Men and Women room. The bathroom by John's office was the smaller of the two, barely bigger than a closet. The one down in the Accounting, near June's office, was much larger and more comfortable, and even had a small love seat in there, although John could never figure out why.
He decided to walk down to the larger bathroom, to see if anyone else was working late, and because he felt like taking his time in the bathroom, the image of June in her skimpy running outfit racing back through his brain, causing the usual stir in his trousers.
The hallways and offices at the other end of the building were dark, so he knew he was the only one there. He felt his way down the hall, nearly blinding himself when he opened the bathroom door and flicked on the switch, the room and his eyes flooding with light.
Blinking to get rid of the spots, he unbuckled his belt and was about to drop his pants and sit on the toilet, when he noticed a gym bag sitting on the loveseat. Walking over to it with his pants still mostly undone, he saw the "JL" monogram and felt his cock stiffen, as he realized it belonged to June. He slowly slid the zipper open and looked inside, and could see the red running shorts and sheer white shirt June was wearing earlier. His cock was now at full attention, and he instinctively reached down and started rubbing it over his pants.
There was something sticking out from under the red shorts. It was white material with little red dots or a design of some kind. He reached in to see what that might be, and found the material to be damp. He pulled it out of the bag and couldn't believe his eyes.
He was standing there holding June's petite bikini cut panties, which judging by the aroma and yellowish hue in the crotch, were soaked with her urine. John couldn't help himself. He brought the soiled garment up to his nose and inhaled deeply, causing his cock to twitch and jump in his pants.
John had always fantasized about what it would be like to be with June, and now he was being treated to the smell of her most private part. He let his pants fall around his ankles as he made his way back to sit on the toilet, still holding the panties to his nose, laughing to himself at the small cherries that dotted the white material.
Turning them inside out, he wrapped the crotch of the panties around his throbbing cock and started slowly jacking himself off with the damp material. He figured they were already soiled, and the thought of adding his spunk to the stains on her panties sent a shiver from his balls to the tip of his cock.
