Workplace Lust - Chapter 4
Workplace Lust: Chapter 4
Six weeks have gone by and nothing has been said about the day you had to run to the bathroom to cover up a spreading cumspot in your pants. Not by your boss, not by Lennett, and certainly not by you. You do not know why neither has brought it up, though, you suspect your bosses’ motives are genuinely altruistic. She is likely sensitive to the embarrassment of what a moment of prostate incontinence comes with (which is what you told her in order to avoid the more embarrassing truth). You have a passing pang of guilt for lying to her about the details of why you suddenly ran off that fateful day. At least she doesn’t bring it up, so I don’t have to continue lying to her, you think. You are not sure you would be able to stand the test of time and the repeated lying to her face. Your mind wanders to her, as it always does once a thought of her is brought to the surface. You think about her dress today. Not a skirt for once, but a long flowing dress. Almost ethereal in areas. Tastefully though, so as not to arouse comments from senior managers. You don’t mind, not everything needs to be sexy to be sexy. As you pretend to work, face towards your computer screen, but mouth slightly agape and eyes distant, you think about what she is wearing and seamlessly add it to the most recent fantasy taking up space in your head.
As your fantasy starts in your mind, almost automatic when your mind wanders to your boss, in your mind’s eye you hear her say she has chosen you to assist during a large company hiring event. This is not unheard of, and certainly not because she is into you. Your company holds these hiring events multiple times a year, based on the needs of a fluctuating workforce. Sometimes they last one day, and others two or three. The longest you have ever heard of was only 4 days long, and that was due to a company expansion. This hiring event has you, her and a handful of others to work the event. Teams are broken into twos, staged in a hotel suite normally, with kitchenette and bathroom with 1-2 bedrooms usually. As you fantasize about her selecting you to pair with her for an entire day, (an entire day spent trying vainly to catch a glimpse of her panties under her skirt, to use later to stroke my cock to), my budding fantasy was dashed apart by Lennett speaking. “You are definitely going to want to wipe that drool leaking out of your mouth up before someone sees you and thinks you have stroked out”. You quickly snap back to the reality of the present, “I am sorry, what were you saying?”, you asked.
You look over at Lennett and see she is looking at you intently, and you begin to worry about how long she has been watching you fantasize about your boss. At least she can’t see how excited you are under your desk, you think. With your cock straining, seemingly always as of late, against your underwear and pants, you would certainly be more busted than aimlessly daydreaming. As you ask her to repeat what she said, you are distantly aware of precum leaking out of your restrained cock. You chastise yourself for becoming distracted by your boss again. If this continues you will certainly get fired for a drop in productivity, fantasizing instead of actually working. Who would blame your boss for canning you. You think, “I bet she would even be sexy firing me”. She would probably be wearing a skirt with a tight top, cut open over her breasts, so as she leans over her desk, towards you, to soften the blow of being fired, you would at least have one of the most splendid views known to mankind. Thinking of this brings more precum trickling out to soak into your underwear. “Stop it!” you tell yourself; you do not want a repeat of six weeks ago.
Lennett asks again, “Are you excited to work the hiring event next week?”. Along with myself and my boss, Lennett was also chosen. I was more than a little trepidatious about working in such close, personal quarters with Lennett, and not precisely because we ended up in the back seat of my car, each masturbating while watching the other. I trusted her when she said she wouldn’t say anything about that day, years of friendship told me she would keep her word. And so far, she has kept her word, and has not, as I feared she might, tried to get me alone again for an encore. No, my trepidation was precisely because she had not brought it up again. In any way at all. No hints, no references, no innuendos, no double entendres, no flirty smiles, no jokes, no nothing!!! One would think this would be ideal, given the situation, and level of misstep that day, with Lennett in the back seat of your car. However, as many years of knowing Lennett has taught you, silence on something usually means she is thinking about it. In great detail. Playing around with the event. Looking at the angles, seeing all its pieces. This makes you nervous and left feeling like you are waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She asks you again, “Are you? Are you excited to work the event?” These events usually brought perks with it, to compensate for the long hours spent interviewing person after person, all day long. Some of the perks included were the open bar in the hotel room, but only in the interview suite used during the event, personal rooms you had to pay for what you drank or ate in the room. Other perks might include room service, or free passes to local events, concerts, movies, etc. You told her truthfully, “Yes, I am, as the area has multiple museums and theaters!” She laughs, calls you a nerd, and starts to tell you about the local strip club she wants to check out. She can only do this during company events which need a person to travel, as her husband will not allow her to visit any locally, for ‘fear of someone recognizing you’. So, on these work trips, she makes a point of checking out the local talent, as it were.
As she starts to tell you about someplace called the KittyKat Kafe you let her words wash over you as you look at her. You remember the outline of her pussy in her panties when she slipped her pants down so you could stroke your cock while watching her finger fuck herself. You look at her mouth and remember how it was slightly parted as she started breathing slightly faster when her fingers slipped into her pussy. Looking up to her eyes you see them looking at you while she tells you about the KittyKat Kafe’s biggest draw, someone named, of all things, Bannana Man, and you remember how her eyes were only partially open, partially seeing, as her orgasm ran through her. And how, when she came in that way, your cum exploded from your cock, shooting all over the floor and seat of your car. When Lennett saw this her breathing sped up faster, and she started rubbing her clit while fingering herself. She quickly came again, before your orgasm had even subsided. Her second orgasm was harder than the first from the double stimulation, and you see her pussy juice has soaked into your back seat. “She must have squirted a little”, you think to yourself, as you decide it would be a good idea to hit the car detailer on the way home. Afterall, you are leaving work early enough your wife will never be the wiser.
When you were on your way home, after your mutual masturbation in your backseat, you wondered distantly how this would affect the workplace going forward. Hopefully Lennett will keep her word, and this was the end of that. One and done. You think of your wife and feel guilty. You console yourself that you didn’t technically cheat, and it was a one-time thing, under VERY extenuating circumstances. So far this has seemed to be the case. However, every day that passes without Lennett even hinting at something happening was making you more and more certain she was up to something. You harden your resolve not to let your cock make anymore decisions for you going forward. But, oh, it was so hard! Especially when you remember the way Lennett moaned when you came. Again, you refocus your mind from how hard your cock is thinking of Lennett in this way. Best to ignore it and forget it never happened. Now, if you could only forget your boss, and stop fantasizing about what she will be wearing each day at the work event. You are not sure if it would be Gods greatest joke, or Gods greatest gift, to be teamed with her next week. Both will likely be equally tormenting for you. You tell yourself you will just jerk off each morning before work starts, and you should be ok. Should. You hope…
Six weeks have gone by and nothing has been said about the day you had to run to the bathroom to cover up a spreading cumspot in your pants. Not by your boss, not by Lennett, and certainly not by you. You do not know why neither has brought it up, though, you suspect your bosses’ motives are genuinely altruistic. She is likely sensitive to the embarrassment of what a moment of prostate incontinence comes with (which is what you told her in order to avoid the more embarrassing truth). You have a passing pang of guilt for lying to her about the details of why you suddenly ran off that fateful day. At least she doesn’t bring it up, so I don’t have to continue lying to her, you think. You are not sure you would be able to stand the test of time and the repeated lying to her face. Your mind wanders to her, as it always does once a thought of her is brought to the surface. You think about her dress today. Not a skirt for once, but a long flowing dress. Almost ethereal in areas. Tastefully though, so as not to arouse comments from senior managers. You don’t mind, not everything needs to be sexy to be sexy. As you pretend to work, face towards your computer screen, but mouth slightly agape and eyes distant, you think about what she is wearing and seamlessly add it to the most recent fantasy taking up space in your head.
As your fantasy starts in your mind, almost automatic when your mind wanders to your boss, in your mind’s eye you hear her say she has chosen you to assist during a large company hiring event. This is not unheard of, and certainly not because she is into you. Your company holds these hiring events multiple times a year, based on the needs of a fluctuating workforce. Sometimes they last one day, and others two or three. The longest you have ever heard of was only 4 days long, and that was due to a company expansion. This hiring event has you, her and a handful of others to work the event. Teams are broken into twos, staged in a hotel suite normally, with kitchenette and bathroom with 1-2 bedrooms usually. As you fantasize about her selecting you to pair with her for an entire day, (an entire day spent trying vainly to catch a glimpse of her panties under her skirt, to use later to stroke my cock to), my budding fantasy was dashed apart by Lennett speaking. “You are definitely going to want to wipe that drool leaking out of your mouth up before someone sees you and thinks you have stroked out”. You quickly snap back to the reality of the present, “I am sorry, what were you saying?”, you asked.
You look over at Lennett and see she is looking at you intently, and you begin to worry about how long she has been watching you fantasize about your boss. At least she can’t see how excited you are under your desk, you think. With your cock straining, seemingly always as of late, against your underwear and pants, you would certainly be more busted than aimlessly daydreaming. As you ask her to repeat what she said, you are distantly aware of precum leaking out of your restrained cock. You chastise yourself for becoming distracted by your boss again. If this continues you will certainly get fired for a drop in productivity, fantasizing instead of actually working. Who would blame your boss for canning you. You think, “I bet she would even be sexy firing me”. She would probably be wearing a skirt with a tight top, cut open over her breasts, so as she leans over her desk, towards you, to soften the blow of being fired, you would at least have one of the most splendid views known to mankind. Thinking of this brings more precum trickling out to soak into your underwear. “Stop it!” you tell yourself; you do not want a repeat of six weeks ago.
Lennett asks again, “Are you excited to work the hiring event next week?”. Along with myself and my boss, Lennett was also chosen. I was more than a little trepidatious about working in such close, personal quarters with Lennett, and not precisely because we ended up in the back seat of my car, each masturbating while watching the other. I trusted her when she said she wouldn’t say anything about that day, years of friendship told me she would keep her word. And so far, she has kept her word, and has not, as I feared she might, tried to get me alone again for an encore. No, my trepidation was precisely because she had not brought it up again. In any way at all. No hints, no references, no innuendos, no double entendres, no flirty smiles, no jokes, no nothing!!! One would think this would be ideal, given the situation, and level of misstep that day, with Lennett in the back seat of your car. However, as many years of knowing Lennett has taught you, silence on something usually means she is thinking about it. In great detail. Playing around with the event. Looking at the angles, seeing all its pieces. This makes you nervous and left feeling like you are waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She asks you again, “Are you? Are you excited to work the event?” These events usually brought perks with it, to compensate for the long hours spent interviewing person after person, all day long. Some of the perks included were the open bar in the hotel room, but only in the interview suite used during the event, personal rooms you had to pay for what you drank or ate in the room. Other perks might include room service, or free passes to local events, concerts, movies, etc. You told her truthfully, “Yes, I am, as the area has multiple museums and theaters!” She laughs, calls you a nerd, and starts to tell you about the local strip club she wants to check out. She can only do this during company events which need a person to travel, as her husband will not allow her to visit any locally, for ‘fear of someone recognizing you’. So, on these work trips, she makes a point of checking out the local talent, as it were.
As she starts to tell you about someplace called the KittyKat Kafe you let her words wash over you as you look at her. You remember the outline of her pussy in her panties when she slipped her pants down so you could stroke your cock while watching her finger fuck herself. You look at her mouth and remember how it was slightly parted as she started breathing slightly faster when her fingers slipped into her pussy. Looking up to her eyes you see them looking at you while she tells you about the KittyKat Kafe’s biggest draw, someone named, of all things, Bannana Man, and you remember how her eyes were only partially open, partially seeing, as her orgasm ran through her. And how, when she came in that way, your cum exploded from your cock, shooting all over the floor and seat of your car. When Lennett saw this her breathing sped up faster, and she started rubbing her clit while fingering herself. She quickly came again, before your orgasm had even subsided. Her second orgasm was harder than the first from the double stimulation, and you see her pussy juice has soaked into your back seat. “She must have squirted a little”, you think to yourself, as you decide it would be a good idea to hit the car detailer on the way home. Afterall, you are leaving work early enough your wife will never be the wiser.
When you were on your way home, after your mutual masturbation in your backseat, you wondered distantly how this would affect the workplace going forward. Hopefully Lennett will keep her word, and this was the end of that. One and done. You think of your wife and feel guilty. You console yourself that you didn’t technically cheat, and it was a one-time thing, under VERY extenuating circumstances. So far this has seemed to be the case. However, every day that passes without Lennett even hinting at something happening was making you more and more certain she was up to something. You harden your resolve not to let your cock make anymore decisions for you going forward. But, oh, it was so hard! Especially when you remember the way Lennett moaned when you came. Again, you refocus your mind from how hard your cock is thinking of Lennett in this way. Best to ignore it and forget it never happened. Now, if you could only forget your boss, and stop fantasizing about what she will be wearing each day at the work event. You are not sure if it would be Gods greatest joke, or Gods greatest gift, to be teamed with her next week. Both will likely be equally tormenting for you. You tell yourself you will just jerk off each morning before work starts, and you should be ok. Should. You hope…
3ヶ月前
