I had just started my second week at my new job. The office was sprawled across the entirety of the ground floor of a three-story, red-bricked block. Was sitting at a desk for eight hours a day crunching numbers in the finance department my dream role. No, absolutely not. As the age old saying goes though, it's good money isn't it. I committed to fast-walking past the main floor every morning when I came in, head down, earphones in. The smaller, five man and woman strong, team worked hard and laughed harder.
The day began as any other, a cold winter sun brought about the day but provided no warmth. Like a tortoise I had retracted my head as far down as I could into the high collar of my jacket, hands buried in my pockets until I absolutely had to get them out. Waving the fob on my lanyard over the keypad I hurried myself in. Bathed in the warmth of the temperature-controlled building, I breathed in the bliss.
People, like worker ants, were already feverously hammering their keyboards, answering calls and generally getting shit done. I swept my hand through my hair after it was misshaped and warped by the steady wind. I needed more than just a mildly warm room however so coffee was glued to my mind. Still wanting to move fast and avoid any interaction, I dipped down my head and heaved open the door that separated the main office to the corridor and subsequentially, the break room. I still had music blasting and with my eyes on the ground, didn't see her coming. The mug tipped backwards towards her as I stumbled, throwing up my hands to tear out my earbuds. She squealed, hopping away as the freshly poured hot cup of tea splashed all over her chest.
"Ahh fuck that's hot!" She huffed, scampering over to the sink and tearing off a handful of kitchen roll. Dabbing her stained top, I vomited out one apology after another as I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how I could help.
"Shit, just, hold this." She barks, slipping off her light grey pant suit jacket and handing it to me.
The light white fabric clung to her skin. Behind that jacket and my lack of attention, she'd hidden a heavy chest. I tried not to gawp as the t-shirt stuck to her skin like a newborn to its mother. Continuing to mumble profanities, with the kitchen roll sodden with coffee, I watched on in awe as she started to remove her shirt. Arms crossed over and hands took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, peeling it slowly upwards my eyes were glued to the strong and subtle curves of her hips and waist.
"Hey! Turn around." Her order snaps me from my lustful trance. I shake my head and spin on the spot.
Waiting until I'm looking the other way, my other senses kick in. My nose burns from coffee that got thrown everywhere. I hear the exasperated huffs as she tries to clean herself up. Her t-shirt hits the floor as she drops it. I'm young. I couldn't help but slowly crane my neck around and take a peek. In her early thirties, at a guess, she was in impeccable shape. I carefully trained my eyes on her deceptively curvy hips and followed defined muscles up her back. My palms were sweaty, still gripping her jacket. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my cock twitched in my pants.
"I said to turn around!" She exclaims again as I snap my head around to be forward again. "Give me your t-shirt."
I furrow my eyebrows, confused.
"What, I -."
"I can't go back into the office like this!"
The defined click of her heels get louder as she takes three steps closer.
"Well then, take it off." I can hear that she is smiling.
Red-faced and feeling awful for causing the mess in the first place, I throw her jacket down onto the beaten-up black leather couch. Pulling it up and over my head, I hold it out, still facing away.
"Thanks." She snags it from my finger.
I jump out of my skin as I feel the warmth of her fingers caress my upper back. I flounder and skip away.
"What're you doing?" I blurt out having spun around and quickly pressing my eyes shut. "Sorry, I'm sorry."
She follows me until I'm pressed up against the wall.
"Couldn't help but look could you." Her fingers wind in amongst the hairs on my chest and she massages my pectoral. "Like what you saw?" She rasps as the warmth of her breath caresses my bare chest.
"Yea - yeah." I almost whimper.
"Good, because I'm liking what I'm seeing. Keep your eyes closed."
It's unmistakable where her hand is going. Slipping down my abdomen she expertly unfastens my belt and pops the top button out. Her petite hand slides down into my pants and takes a hold of my semi-flaccid cock.
"Oh," She chirps, "You are packing. Would've had this conversation sooner had I known."
Moving down beyond my shaft she takes a hold of my balls and grips them tight. I clench up, from toe to neck and start to sweat as blood rapidly pumps to my cock.
"You like that?" She's reveling in the control she has over me. "Or maybe you'd prefer this."
Pushing the back of her hand against my pants and jeans, creating a small gap, I feel the top of her head press against my chest as a wad of spit falls and splatters onto the head of my now fully erect dick. Her hand wraps around the base of my shaft and, painfully slow, draws upwards until it encompasses my throbbing tip. Gently rotating it around, spreading her spit and my pre-cum, her hand becomes fully lubed up. The slow pace continues, every inch makes me impossibly hard. Then on the way back up her thumb presses against the underside of the head, massaging the sensitive spot and sending me into a lust-filled daze.
"Such a huge cock and balls. How longs it been?"
"A - a few years." I mumble, trying not to finish and bring an end to this holy experience.
"No wonder you're so uptight. I can help you relax -" Her hand retreats from my pants, "but not yet."
I try to catch my breath and re-organize my thoughts.
"You can open your eyes once I've left, alright?"
I nod, wiping the sweat from my forehead and sliding down the wall until I hit the floor. The clicking of her heels gets further away and I peel my own eyes open. The light coming in momentarily blinds me. I hadn't realized how hard I had them shut. From one problem to another, I now need to find something else to wear. A few minutes of panic are subdued as I clock a lost property bin tucked into the corner of the room. I rip the lid off and rifle through. The smell is peculiar and one I didn't want to carry around with me, but I had no choice. The only thing that looked like it'd fit even remotely well was an old dark blue sweater. The fabrics itchy and the sleeves stretched. It'll do.
Racked with nerves, I step out into the office. Nobody looks up from their screens and I hurry past and into the finance department. In early, it'd be at least half an hour until the rest filter in. I slumped down into my chair and closed my eyes. What the fuck just happened? She was fierce, powerful and knew exactly what she was doing. I was scared at first but now that I was having some time to think, I enjoyed it, almost too much. My cock had settled down but I still felt the heat under my collar as I thought about her hand around my meat. As I switched on my computer, all I could hope for was that I'd get to do that again.
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Everyone eventually showed up and by 9 o' clock the office was full. We joked and poked fun to help the time pass, a welcome distraction from the endless tide of numbers we had to sort through, organize and calculate. The hours whiled away until the clock hit 12. Lunch.
"You coming?" Eric asked.
"Just need to get this done and I'll catch up with you guys."
They all left as one group. The door closed and I was left alone. Buried deep under a mountain of calculations, I didn't see her sneak in through the door that hadn't closed and was left ajar. The click of the lock made me lift my head. There she was, standing and staring with her piercing blue eyes. I swallowed hard.
"So, you been keeping busy?" She asks nonchalantly, as if this morning didn't happen.
"Always." I say, leaning back in my chair and watching her every move.
Like a lioness stalking her prey, she circles around to me and perches her tight ass up onto my desk. Looking me over one last time, she shuffles along the oak surface top until her hand is within reach of my crotch. Squeezing tightly again I bite my tongue, not wanting to make too much noise. Her smile is devilish as once again she unbuckles my belt and finds her way into my pants. This time, she drags my cock out and slowly strokes it.
"It's all I've been thinking about this morning." She leans forward and a string of spit leaves her lips and drips onto the tip of my rod. "You did so well earlier, not finishing. I could see how hard you were trying. It's sweet."
Without warning the door to the secluded office starts to open. In one decisive motion she slips down onto her knee and scurries back under the desk, pulling my chair to be tucked in. I do nothing to help, floundering as the chair flies forward. Eric pops his head in. I hold a straight face, awkwardly pretending to type.
"You coming or what?" He asks.
In that moment I feel something warm and wet slide down over the head of my cock. My face twitches and I grimace, betraying my efforts of trying to not give anything away.
