Workplace Lust - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
You immediately stop stroking your cock, still slick from your cum when you prematurely ejaculated in your slacks only seconds ago, but it’s too late. You only make things worse as you uselessly try to stop the cum from spurting out of your throbbing cock. Your cum goes everywhere, on your hands, it drips down your pants, and incredibly, some hits the wall from the force of your orgasm rushing through your cock, as well as the rest of your body. Your breath is heavy, gasping to get more oxygen from the force of your orgasm. Your legs start to shake, your knees begin to wobble, and you are not sure if you are going to black out with the force of your orgasm, combined with your bosses heavy breathing herself, having obviously rushed after him to check on him. “She must have paused at the door first”, you think crazily, didn’t dare to come into the men’s room, you almost laughed out loud with the random errant thoughts as they flew through your head, your cock still dribbling the last of its cum out of your hand as you continue to try and stop it from getting more on your work pants.
As she asks you again if you are alright, you realized she was knocking on the bathroom stall door, inches from the cum bath you just gave yourself, and the work toilet stall. As you manage to gasp for a response, she knocks again. “You need to say something”, you think, “you need to tell her something that explains the off-kilter behavior in a way that satisfies her questions and concerns but doesn’t necessitate any face-to-face contact till you can clean up”. You realize there is only one thing for it, you are going to have to confess to something almost as damning as the truth…as you speak, you try to steady your breath, and for a wonder, are successful.
“Hey, sorry, that probably seemed very alarming”, you say, “I thought I was going to end up peeing my pants. I haven’t mentioned it, but I am having some issues with my, ah…my prostrate”. You add a touch of embarrassment to your voice and continue, “I was embarrassed and didn’t want to mention it out of fear you might think it would interfere with my work, and I assure you it won’t – it’s just I was about to go to the bathroom when you stopped by my cubicle and I couldn’t wait any longer for fear of peeing myself in front of you. As it is, I didn’t quit make it”, you finished with a hint of shame in your voice now. Positive this will force her to leave out of embarrassment, or fear of reprisal from HR. Instead, she asks you if you need anything to help, a towel, clothes from somewhere, your desk or car. Hot and sweet, you think wildly as you thank her and again say you are ok, you just need to go home. Thankfully she buys it and leaves.
You slump onto the toilet seat, headless of the cum everywhere, taking deep breathes. Once you feel composed you get up, clean your pants off the best you can (and the wall and the toilet seat, don’t forget to clean that off, can you imagine the next HR meeting and the talk about not jerking off in the bathrooms!). You rush out of the office, not bothering to go back to your cubicle for your jacket or lunch, in case Lennett is still there, though, you will text her on the way home, so she isn’t concerned at your absence (as well as try to explain away everything that transpired without too much ridicule, you think). You are thinking these things as you quickly walk to your car, though not too quickly, you don’t want to draw attention the wet spot on his crotch (though you had snagged a random folder on the way out to try and conceal that, and your still present, and still hard cock. Once you are next to your car, fishing your keys out of your pocket, you think to yourself, “At least the upside to this shitshow is a half day off work”. As you finish your thought, your heart sinks because you realize you left your keys in your jacket pocket. “Shitballs”, you think.
As you are pulling your phone out to call an uber you hear Lennett’s voice behind you, “Yeah, I thought you might sneak out after that. Once I realized your keys were in your jacket, I decided to be nice and help you out. So, I brought them to you. I told our innocent and naïve boss I knew all about the issue, and I was going to come help you, which she let me do, on company time, no less, she said, “and I won’t even hold it over your head…for too long”, she continued with what sounded like a shit eating grin. You don’t turn around but reach your hand back a bit to pretend like you are doing something and can’t turn at the moment, but she doesn’t buy it. She says with a laugh, “What’s the matter, embarrassed of a little wet spot?”. As she walks quickly around you, to the front, she starts saying something about a few wet spots are no big deal, she sees your pants bulging out. Which, your erection, though once hard, had started to go away now that your panic was subsiding, but was still somewhat hard, and therefore obvious, as it pressed against your pants. As Lennett’s voice trailed off, her eyes locked onto the now, once again, growing bulge in your pants, you fruitlessly try to cover it with your hands, to little avail.
As the silence grows longer, so does your cock, now straining almost painfully against your zipper. As your hands try to conceal your growing cock, the rubbing and pressure is having an additional unwanted affect, it was arousing you even more. You try to say you need to go, and try to get into your car, but Lennett stops the door from opening, coming closer, into your personal space. Breathlessly she says, “You don’t need to be embarrassed with me, we are friends. You and I have helped each other over the years in many different, and other types of ways, this is no different. Let me help you, climb into the back seat, quickly! Before anyone from work can see us”.
We are far from the building, but as I well knew from my time gazing out my window longingly at my boss as she walked in, that doesn’t mean people still can’t see you. I hesitate only briefly, climbing into the backseat without thinking in that moment why the back, and not the front? As the thought does come it is immediately followed by the next, why is Lennett getting into my car? As she shuts the door behind her, I realize she had something else in mind now, no matter what her first plan or intentions might have been. Everything had happened so quickly (had it only been 10 minutes since your boss came into your cubicle!), you hadn’t really had time to think, and now you were in the back seat of your vehicle with your coworker. Your FEMALE coworker, and partner in crime. Though, now it seemed the crime she had in mind was adultery.
You didn’t know how you would be able to say no, but you had to. “You are married”, you think sternly to yourself, “you will just have to be strong”. As you say in a rush, trying not to meet her eye, that you were flattered and that it was nice of her to want to help you out, you realize she hasn’t said anything further. You trail off and look at her, no longer trying so much to conceal your erection. You see lust in her eyes. You notice the tiny beads of sweat on her lip, her forehead, trickling down her neck. You can feel her heart beating, there in the backseat with you. “Oh god”, you think, “how will I be able to say no?” At that moment, your desire for Lennett, there, in the back seat of your vehicle was as strong as it had ever been for your boss. As you realize, and accept, you will do anything she says, what she does say to you is this; “Don’t worry, I won’t let you be unfaithful to your wife, I know how important that is to you. But I wasn’t k**ding, I AM your friend and I DO want to help. And even though I may not be able to give YOU a helping hand, that doesn’t mean I can’t give myself one”, she says with a devilish grin. “Are you going to stop me from touching myself in your car?”, she asks me innocently, “I don’t think you will”. She continued, “And I won’t tell anyone about today, or about your stroking your cock in the backseat of your car, watching me get off”. I stuttered, “Wait, you can’t do that, I am not stroking my cock, that would be lying!” I said indignantly. She smiled and said, “then I guess you better pull your cock out, so you don’t have to lie”.
She slides her hand into her work khakis, not even bothering to unbutton them. As your eyes go to her crotch, you can see the outline of her hand working her clit, rubbing it just out of sight, speeding up, and then going slowly, speeding up, then slow. Suddenly, Lennett let out a moan as she starts to shake ever so slightly. As her orgasm rolled through her body, her eyes shut, and her face transformed into something beautiful and angelic. As her orgasm subsides, her eyes open, and the angel is gone. “Now it’s your turn. I want to see you stroke your cock for me. I have wanted it ever since last year, when your cock got slightly hard at your wife’s pool party. You had just gotten out of the pool, your swimsuit was plastered to your cock, your penis wonderfully outlined, and then you adjusted, and it was gone. But I dreamed and fantasized about seeing it again, without clothes blocking my view. Pull it out, show me, and I will keep everything to myself, and you won’t owe me anything for keeping silent”. You hesitate, fighting your desire to do the right thing, and losing the battle to her hand in her pants, now slowly stroking her pussy. “Do it”, she says, “pull your cock out and stroke it for me, cum for me”. Her voice becomes harsh and jagged at the end of her sentence as she rubs her pussy to another orgasm, gasping.
Your resolve crumbles, you give in. You look her in the eye and tell her no touching, but you will stroke your cock for her if it keeps her quiet. “But”, you say, “If I am going to pull my cock out, then you need to show me your pussy while I do. I want to see you finger yourself for me, while I stroke my cock”. She smiles and quickly unbuttons and slides her pants down, leaving just her panties on, but pulling them to the slide so she can finger herself again. You slowly unbutton, unzip your pants and pull your hard cock free and slowly begin to stroke it.
You immediately stop stroking your cock, still slick from your cum when you prematurely ejaculated in your slacks only seconds ago, but it’s too late. You only make things worse as you uselessly try to stop the cum from spurting out of your throbbing cock. Your cum goes everywhere, on your hands, it drips down your pants, and incredibly, some hits the wall from the force of your orgasm rushing through your cock, as well as the rest of your body. Your breath is heavy, gasping to get more oxygen from the force of your orgasm. Your legs start to shake, your knees begin to wobble, and you are not sure if you are going to black out with the force of your orgasm, combined with your bosses heavy breathing herself, having obviously rushed after him to check on him. “She must have paused at the door first”, you think crazily, didn’t dare to come into the men’s room, you almost laughed out loud with the random errant thoughts as they flew through your head, your cock still dribbling the last of its cum out of your hand as you continue to try and stop it from getting more on your work pants.
As she asks you again if you are alright, you realized she was knocking on the bathroom stall door, inches from the cum bath you just gave yourself, and the work toilet stall. As you manage to gasp for a response, she knocks again. “You need to say something”, you think, “you need to tell her something that explains the off-kilter behavior in a way that satisfies her questions and concerns but doesn’t necessitate any face-to-face contact till you can clean up”. You realize there is only one thing for it, you are going to have to confess to something almost as damning as the truth…as you speak, you try to steady your breath, and for a wonder, are successful.
“Hey, sorry, that probably seemed very alarming”, you say, “I thought I was going to end up peeing my pants. I haven’t mentioned it, but I am having some issues with my, ah…my prostrate”. You add a touch of embarrassment to your voice and continue, “I was embarrassed and didn’t want to mention it out of fear you might think it would interfere with my work, and I assure you it won’t – it’s just I was about to go to the bathroom when you stopped by my cubicle and I couldn’t wait any longer for fear of peeing myself in front of you. As it is, I didn’t quit make it”, you finished with a hint of shame in your voice now. Positive this will force her to leave out of embarrassment, or fear of reprisal from HR. Instead, she asks you if you need anything to help, a towel, clothes from somewhere, your desk or car. Hot and sweet, you think wildly as you thank her and again say you are ok, you just need to go home. Thankfully she buys it and leaves.
You slump onto the toilet seat, headless of the cum everywhere, taking deep breathes. Once you feel composed you get up, clean your pants off the best you can (and the wall and the toilet seat, don’t forget to clean that off, can you imagine the next HR meeting and the talk about not jerking off in the bathrooms!). You rush out of the office, not bothering to go back to your cubicle for your jacket or lunch, in case Lennett is still there, though, you will text her on the way home, so she isn’t concerned at your absence (as well as try to explain away everything that transpired without too much ridicule, you think). You are thinking these things as you quickly walk to your car, though not too quickly, you don’t want to draw attention the wet spot on his crotch (though you had snagged a random folder on the way out to try and conceal that, and your still present, and still hard cock. Once you are next to your car, fishing your keys out of your pocket, you think to yourself, “At least the upside to this shitshow is a half day off work”. As you finish your thought, your heart sinks because you realize you left your keys in your jacket pocket. “Shitballs”, you think.
As you are pulling your phone out to call an uber you hear Lennett’s voice behind you, “Yeah, I thought you might sneak out after that. Once I realized your keys were in your jacket, I decided to be nice and help you out. So, I brought them to you. I told our innocent and naïve boss I knew all about the issue, and I was going to come help you, which she let me do, on company time, no less, she said, “and I won’t even hold it over your head…for too long”, she continued with what sounded like a shit eating grin. You don’t turn around but reach your hand back a bit to pretend like you are doing something and can’t turn at the moment, but she doesn’t buy it. She says with a laugh, “What’s the matter, embarrassed of a little wet spot?”. As she walks quickly around you, to the front, she starts saying something about a few wet spots are no big deal, she sees your pants bulging out. Which, your erection, though once hard, had started to go away now that your panic was subsiding, but was still somewhat hard, and therefore obvious, as it pressed against your pants. As Lennett’s voice trailed off, her eyes locked onto the now, once again, growing bulge in your pants, you fruitlessly try to cover it with your hands, to little avail.
As the silence grows longer, so does your cock, now straining almost painfully against your zipper. As your hands try to conceal your growing cock, the rubbing and pressure is having an additional unwanted affect, it was arousing you even more. You try to say you need to go, and try to get into your car, but Lennett stops the door from opening, coming closer, into your personal space. Breathlessly she says, “You don’t need to be embarrassed with me, we are friends. You and I have helped each other over the years in many different, and other types of ways, this is no different. Let me help you, climb into the back seat, quickly! Before anyone from work can see us”.
We are far from the building, but as I well knew from my time gazing out my window longingly at my boss as she walked in, that doesn’t mean people still can’t see you. I hesitate only briefly, climbing into the backseat without thinking in that moment why the back, and not the front? As the thought does come it is immediately followed by the next, why is Lennett getting into my car? As she shuts the door behind her, I realize she had something else in mind now, no matter what her first plan or intentions might have been. Everything had happened so quickly (had it only been 10 minutes since your boss came into your cubicle!), you hadn’t really had time to think, and now you were in the back seat of your vehicle with your coworker. Your FEMALE coworker, and partner in crime. Though, now it seemed the crime she had in mind was adultery.
You didn’t know how you would be able to say no, but you had to. “You are married”, you think sternly to yourself, “you will just have to be strong”. As you say in a rush, trying not to meet her eye, that you were flattered and that it was nice of her to want to help you out, you realize she hasn’t said anything further. You trail off and look at her, no longer trying so much to conceal your erection. You see lust in her eyes. You notice the tiny beads of sweat on her lip, her forehead, trickling down her neck. You can feel her heart beating, there in the backseat with you. “Oh god”, you think, “how will I be able to say no?” At that moment, your desire for Lennett, there, in the back seat of your vehicle was as strong as it had ever been for your boss. As you realize, and accept, you will do anything she says, what she does say to you is this; “Don’t worry, I won’t let you be unfaithful to your wife, I know how important that is to you. But I wasn’t k**ding, I AM your friend and I DO want to help. And even though I may not be able to give YOU a helping hand, that doesn’t mean I can’t give myself one”, she says with a devilish grin. “Are you going to stop me from touching myself in your car?”, she asks me innocently, “I don’t think you will”. She continued, “And I won’t tell anyone about today, or about your stroking your cock in the backseat of your car, watching me get off”. I stuttered, “Wait, you can’t do that, I am not stroking my cock, that would be lying!” I said indignantly. She smiled and said, “then I guess you better pull your cock out, so you don’t have to lie”.
She slides her hand into her work khakis, not even bothering to unbutton them. As your eyes go to her crotch, you can see the outline of her hand working her clit, rubbing it just out of sight, speeding up, and then going slowly, speeding up, then slow. Suddenly, Lennett let out a moan as she starts to shake ever so slightly. As her orgasm rolled through her body, her eyes shut, and her face transformed into something beautiful and angelic. As her orgasm subsides, her eyes open, and the angel is gone. “Now it’s your turn. I want to see you stroke your cock for me. I have wanted it ever since last year, when your cock got slightly hard at your wife’s pool party. You had just gotten out of the pool, your swimsuit was plastered to your cock, your penis wonderfully outlined, and then you adjusted, and it was gone. But I dreamed and fantasized about seeing it again, without clothes blocking my view. Pull it out, show me, and I will keep everything to myself, and you won’t owe me anything for keeping silent”. You hesitate, fighting your desire to do the right thing, and losing the battle to her hand in her pants, now slowly stroking her pussy. “Do it”, she says, “pull your cock out and stroke it for me, cum for me”. Her voice becomes harsh and jagged at the end of her sentence as she rubs her pussy to another orgasm, gasping.
Your resolve crumbles, you give in. You look her in the eye and tell her no touching, but you will stroke your cock for her if it keeps her quiet. “But”, you say, “If I am going to pull my cock out, then you need to show me your pussy while I do. I want to see you finger yourself for me, while I stroke my cock”. She smiles and quickly unbuttons and slides her pants down, leaving just her panties on, but pulling them to the slide so she can finger herself again. You slowly unbutton, unzip your pants and pull your hard cock free and slowly begin to stroke it.
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