Dedicated to a special guy, in Cleveland...
This is another true story⌠At least, it was totally real for Todd. Bet you wish you could work with him, too? Huh?
I started at Piper and Associates in July. I loved my previous job at Mulligan, where the salary and conditions were superior and so I was nearly devastated when my position was eliminated in a series of cost cutting measures. I could not imagine that my new position at Piper would ever match the benefits I had previously had at Mulligan.
I met nearly everyone the first week on the job and was really impressed with the friendliness of everyone at Piper. I was soon assigned to the Northeast Division with Jack, Martin, Joe and Todd. Martina Smith was our project coordinator. All were real prime lookers, but Todd had a certain something extra that captured my attention. It might be his real deep voice? It made me fantasize about what he would sound like with his tongue buried, deep between my legs. Yummy. He made my insides jiggle every time he said anything. Sex, pure sexual arousal radiated from every pore in his extra lean body.
Maybe what intrigued me was his chocolate brown eyes or his chocolate brown hair with the bit of gray at the temples? He had a wonderful head of dark brown hair (the kind of hair you yearned to run your fingers through, thick but very soft).Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much.
Todd was kind of on the thin side (physique wise), but tall and broad shouldered, and he had a wonderfully dry sense of humor. Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much. The image, in my mind, of his equally thin, but very long cock hiding in his trousers. Was it bullet shaped? Or did he have a thick shaft and a bulbous helmet on top? Ah, the possibilities that filled my head knowing his cubicle was only fifteen feet away from my own.
Darn and drat! It was just too bad that we had to work together because even at Piper interoffice dating was frowned upon although NOT a prerequisite of termination. But he is sooooooooooo gorgeous and Todd figured prominently in my bedtime masturbation rituals. I wondered what he wore to bed? What part of my body he would kiss first, once I got him between the sheets. Was he a breast and tits man? Did he like to give oral pleasures?? Or was he one of these guys who wasnât into oral, but rather liked to slip their well lubed cocks right inside and then proceed to slowly (ever so slowly) slide their battering ram in and out for a long ten, twenty, forty minutes until your pussy was dredged in wetness. I did not know what Toddâs particular sexual style was, but Boy, was I game to find out.
Of course, as I was inevitably to find out, Todd did not lead the exciting kind of life that I imagined (well, with that body I could imagine the girls throwing themselves at his luscious bod). He was, in fact, a bit of a homebody. A single father of teenagers and totally devoted to his brood, his life was a social pretzel that involved car pools, baseball practices, soccer games, and a confusing schedule of pickups from after school jobs and deliveries to orthodontic appointments. Toddâs desk and vocabulary were liberally sprinkled with the events of his childrenâs lives. He never mentioned the status of a wife, I only know there wasnât one handy.
The one thing I was completely sure of. There was no time left in Toddâs busy life for dating or relationships. It seems to me that Todd did not even recognize the loss in his life. I wondered if he spent his evenings with the olâ one-handed masseuse. Or maybe he was celibate by choice, being one of those dudes with an especially low sex drive? I wondered if he would just love for me to sneak into his bedroom, crawl up from the bottom of his bed, under the top sheet and slide up between his legs to the heart of his arousal. I would love to grasp his flaccid shaft and lick it, and rub my wet lips around the head of his dick until it filled and stiffened and I heard him moan in his dreams. Yummy, I know I would love to suck on his lollipop until I reached the juicy center. Oh, I would love to try out that sweet Todd. I bet he does taste yummy. I sure wished I could squeeze some time into his affections, somewhere.
By September, I was all settled in and very comfortable at Piper and Associates and being groomed to assume more responsibilities. When our project manager Mr. Shauffner suggested that I was ready to make a âroad tripâ, that is, a sales trip to visit and reassure our clients that Piper was doing everything in our power to uphold their interests and to bring them increased revenues. Normally, Martina and Joe were assigned to make the majority of our client meetings, but it was time for me to assume some of that workload. And, Boy, was I ever ready to.
From the beginning, my assigned partner in training was Jack (yeah, slothly Jack with the mental maturity of a fourteen-year-old boy and the toilet bowl sense of humor). But Jack did not really care to travel and, incidentally, he had a difficult time keeping up with our clientâs demands (that is, he didnât smile very well when they made outrageous suggestions). At the last minute, Mr. Shauffner drafted Todd to join me on the business trip to Boston. I was thrilled. First, I knew Todd could handle it better than Jack. But, secondly, I was already thinking this might be an opportunity for Todd and I to get to know each other a whole lot better. Yeah, this was going to be a really great opportunity.
We arrived at the hotel an hour after our plane landed in Boston. The hotel was a quaint, very old fashioned brick hotel that had been erected in the last century. But there were not very many choices of lodgings available in Boston that weekend; as the big computer tech convention had been scheduled the same weekend as Harvard and MIT had their perspective students introduction to entice parents to enroll their babes in their prestigious programs.
When we arrived at the Dalton Inn and found our reservations completely screwed up (and I do mean royally screwed up) and that the hotel had booked Todd and I into the same room. Well, that might be because I do have a boyâs first name and they may have thought we were two business âmenâ traveling, rather than a business man and woman. But there was no alternative they could offer us, since every single room was booked in their establishment as well as all the hotels in the immediate area of our clientâs offices. I stood paralyzed, wondering what I would do? But Todd reassured the concierge that we were adults and could handle being roommates for the weekend and that we had no problem with this snafu, whatsoever.
Well, I was not so sure I had no problem rooming with Todd, but it incensed me that he had no problem. He, obviously, figured there could be no sexual indiscretions with ME!! Well, I was just so insulted by his easy dismissal of my erotic possibilities. The nerve of that man!
After quickly stowing our luggage in âourâ room. We decided dinner (and a glass of wine or two for me) was clearly in order before we climbed into our beds. Todd changes into skin hugging blank slacks and a tight black turtleneck sweater. God, he looked so sexy with his lean physique. I could not help noticing his muscular chest and shoulders under the knit of his sweater. And, wowzers, below the belt! It sure looked like he managed a nice arousal in the elevator on the way down to the ground floor. If not, he had some kind of wonderful private equipment hiding ( but not hiding very well) behind his zipper.
What was his private name for his member? I knew every man had a personal name for his penis. Just like that appendage was a separate individual with a separate personality and a separate mind of its own. I guess it is a guy thang? And, indeed, I have met a few cocks that bore little resemblance to the man processed them! I wondered if this was the case with Todd? His personality seemed reserved. I had already seen that his cock seemed quite animated. I was really beginning to speculate on the coming âeveningâ.
We headed for the restaurant that the concierge recommended called Oleana, which turned be one of the best-regarded Italian restaurants in Boston. It was a small, romantic cafĂŠ with a wonderful Mediterranean atmosphere. The romance may not have been lost on Todd, as his demeanor softened and he seemed to hang on every word that I said during dinner.
Dinner was wonderful and we chatted comfortably like old friends who had known each other for years. This totally amazed me, as I did not think we had anything in common. Todd was totally relaxed, but attentive. He laughed at my jokes, what a turn on that always is. I thought he was a darling, so good-looking he made my insides quiver. I suspected his body was perfect, smooth and graceful and admirably proportioned. I couldnât help wondering what his cock and balls were like, the texture of his scrotum, and the shape of his glans. Oh dear, thinking about him was exciting the daylights out of me. My panties were damp imagining every naked inch of his body. Too bad we were in a restaurant.
We walked companionably back to our hotel, to turn in. The wine had left me feeling very drowsy inside. Todd took my hand and slipped it around his elbow and hugged his arm and my hand, close to his body.