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."
