Ok, I'll lay it out there. I just turned 60 and I damn sure don't feel it. Most days I barely feel like 50, on a good day I feel more like 40, and now and then I still feel like I did back in my 30's. Socially I still feel more relevant to the 30-somethings and 40-somethings than my own age group, and I'm often told I don't look anything like my age. And I stay as horny now as I ever have in my life. I don't keep a record but, honestly, I'd say I jack off at least once a day on average. Sure, I miss a day now and then, but more than make up for it with those twice and sometimes three times a day kind of days. To make it worse, I've not had a wife to share my bed in over a decade, almost two. So there.
I still work but it isn't like the days prior to the start of the great recession. Now I'm lucky to have a desk to sit at. The paychecks are fewer and further between, and nothing like they were in years past, but I'm getting by. As it is I have a lot of free time during the workday and find myself browsing on the internet, killing time. Naturally, my browsing has become more and more towards porn sites, some days exclusively so. I've gravitated towards the webcam sites for some reason, maybe the notion that on the other end of that digital signal is a lady baring her all for the thrill of me staring and masturbating to her lustful beauty. Hey, works for me.
And that's the problem. It's starting to work a little too often. The office where I work usually has two or three other workers besides me, and sometimes more. I try to abstain from anything more than browsing and perusing the sites until I'm alone in the building, but there have been times when I get too engaged in the woman on screen and I forget about my co-workers, unzipping my jeans and starting to stroke myself. Fortunately I was always caught myself starting that and was able to squelch the urge. Almost.
Like a lot of companies the one I work for has shrunken a great deal during this economic recession. The handful of us still working in this office pales to the dozen or more that used to be here full time on a daily basis, so the owners opted to lease out half the space a couple of years ago. It was simple enough to install a partition door in a connector hallway, and both occupants keep pretty much to themselves. The only evidence we have of their being over there is an occasional door shutting or something of the such. Oh, and once a month, just before the first of the month, the tenant next door comes over through the connector door and drops off a rent check. That is usually at night, as they often work later hours, and we rarely see them, only finding a check on my desk since mine is the closest to the connector door.
You can probably see this coming and you'd be right. Here I am late one afternoon, finally all alone as all my co-workers have gone for the day. My little room has a door but there's no need to shut it since I'm the only one in the building, right? I pull up one of my favorite sites and find that one of the women I've stored as a favorite is online. She's a decade younger than me but built like a brick shithouse. Her face is well beyond pleasant and her body had marvelous curves in precisely the right places and in perfect proportion and harmony. She's seemingly as horny as I am and from time to time we've chatted online. I even got a webcam and we've done the cam-to-cam thing a few times. Shoot, when I see she's online my pecker gets hard before I can drag it out of my jeans.
So this particular day I've got nothing on my mind but checking out my favorite lady on the webcam site and I'm really into it. She asks if I have my cam on because she wants to watch me cum, and of course no self respecting gentleman would dare deny a beautiful woman such a wish so I arrange the webcam, turn it on, and proceed to drop my jeans and briefs to my ankles. I pulled up my shirt to my chest and was comfortably slouched in my desk chair stroking a magnificent erection, perhaps 75% of the way to cumming, and had nothing on my mind but the image of my screen buddy all splayed out in front of me with her pussy wide open, two fingers giving herself pleasure while the other hand was pinching and pulling on a nipple.
I never heard the office connector door open. I never heard the footsteps making the mere twelve foot approach to my door. I have no idea how long the observer had been at my door before I noticed her. Yeah, her.
The tenant next door is named Tonya and she's a 40-something, I think. Sometimes it's hard for me to tell a woman's age. But Tonya looks to be in her 40's and I think she has a kid or two about high school or college age. Her husband makes big bucks and she runs her little business for something to do outside the house. She has one or two other employees but they come in after Tonya and leave well before she does. Tonya isn't a strikingly handsome woman but has a body that deserves better than the baggy, multi-layered look she usually sports. She's got a big ass, which is just fine by me, and two grapefruit sized tits.
When I looked up and saw Tonya peering around the corner of my doorway my eyes got as wide as hers, though I'd guess that panic was a better description of my expression. Hers was more of the "what the heck?" kind of look. As expected I scrambled to sit upright and cover my erection as best I could, sliding my chair up under my desk as far as I could, and I'm sure my face got as red as a beet.
Now usually you'd expect a woman that happens upon something like this to either slip away quietly and instantly upon recognition of what was going on, or to say something in condemnation of the perverted act. It dawned on me that Tonya had been standing there for several moments in observance of my act.
"Ah, guess I'm busted."
