There was a spark between us even from the first moment of meeting. By all logic and conventions there shouldn’t have been any spark at all, but logic and convention always takes a back seat to falling in lust.
There’s also plenty of good advice about not getting involved in office romances, but when you’re confronted with a dream babe with tanned thighs and a short white mini skirt, who in their wildest jerk off dreams is going listen to good advice. Have you ever let good advice get in the way of a damned good jerk off fantasy?
The fact that we also happened to be married to other people and from vastly different religions didn’t enter into the equation either. The fact was we just wanted each other badly, and this was made blatantly obvious one morning alone in the lift when we just happened to arrive at for work at the same time. When you work on the 32nd floor of the building, there’s time for the tension to build. Somewhere around the 19th floor she threw her arms around me and we started kissing passionately. I allowed my hands to wander under her short skirt and felt her soft cool thighs and squeezed her lovely butt cheeks. All too soon the lift doors slid open on the 32nd floor destroying the intimacy of our love nest. I reluctantly released my grip, tried my best to hide my raging hard on and spent the rest of the morning in a jerking off dream.
Nothing further happened for a few days, save my frequent jack off sessions as I yearned once again for the soft sweet touch of her pouting lips and imagined that delicious mouth gliding up and down my cock.
On the Friday afternoon I ventured into the reception where she worked and after another unbearable tension she asked if I’d like to take a smoke break with her. I was dumb enough to tell her that I don’t smoke. She looked at me despairingly and said ‘Neither do I’.
The office smokers were banished to the real Marlboro country of the non air-conditioned concrete fire exit stairs, and within moments there we were, picking up from where we had left off in the lift. It’s as if she had read my mind. After a moment or two of passionate kissing she walked down a couple of steps and unzipped my fly. Her head was now level with the aching bulge in my trousers. This was a high risk strategy. A worker in need of emergency cigarette refreshment could head for the stairs at any moment. But before I could protest her small hands were gripped round my cock and her lips were going to work on me up and down, up and down, sucking me in whole as I laid my hands on her head and gave her encouragement. I really had no idea what was going to come first, me or someone’s smoke break. Eventually I blew my wad over the stair rail and watched in ecstasy as it plummeted 32 floors. My legs were trembling and I desperately wanted to fuck her there and then, but it was just too risky.
We walked back into the office and felt the refreshing breeze of the air conditioning I was just about to return to my desk with a stupid grin when my boss walked up behind me.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I explained that I was just taking a quick break. “You weren’t fooling around with her were you? he said, jerking a thumb in the receptionist’s direction. “Because I won’t stand for it.” I was tempted to say that I did stand for it and very nice it was too, but the pissed off jealous look on his angry little face made me decide to try and keep my job a little longer.
There was only one thing for it, we were going to have to get a room. And a few days later we did, following our usual high risk strategy we did it in her bedroom while her husband worked the night shift.
A few months after that we took it all the way to the Indian Ocean for a week’s holiday, but although the holiday was relaxing and romantic and the sex was sufficiently satisfying to fuel my masturbation memories for a good many years, we realised unspoken that we had taken it as far as we could go. I often wonder where she is now.
