I sit here writing this at my desk in an empty office. All other cubicles are unoccupied. The sign in sheet at security tells me that everyone who has come in today has already left. I’m here at an unusual time too, which gives me confidence that no one else will be coming in.
The production floor looks beautiful as it sits still. I’m starting to feel aroused, to be honest… I could walk straight down there, strip naked and lay on the cold cement floor – feeling it all over my body. What I normally do is pull my pants off and put porn (usually gifs) on fullscreen while I stroke myself until I cum. But today I feel like doing something a little more risky. Maybe risky isn’t the right word, though. I am careful, but I really love the danger of doing it. I only do this kind of stuff when I’m fairly positive I won’t get caught. And today seems like a great day to step it up.
Option 1 is to do something down on the production floor. But the possibility of cameras or security noticing is too much to risk my career over. A walk through the building would be nice, though. Feeling the sense of danger build up…
Option 2 is a variation of the above where I instead strip down somewhere in my department. Somewhere unknown and normally visible. Like one of the meeting rooms. But I am thinking I want to see my computer screen while I play with myself…
Option 3 is to play with myself discreetly in different spots then ultimately finish back at my desk. Like a perv marathon.
But these options are either too risky or not exciting enough. Instead I’m sitting here reading through this sub looking for some ideas.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3dvuko/m_at_work_alone
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I nervously stripped naked in my cubicle, and listened out one last time for any activity on the floor. Just the hum of the air conditioner. I’d mapped out my route earlier to avoid any security cameras, so I was good to go. I took a deep breath, then stepped out! Walking down the office corridor stark naked was exhilarating! With each step I felt less nervous and more turned-on. By the time I reached the corner I was sporting a semi, though the sudden paranoia of someone in the next corridor gripped me. I walked on regardless, the blood pumping to my cock fueling my bravado. No-one there. Only half a corridor to go, turn left, and a few more cubicles. Here goes… Jenny’s cubicle! I stood at the doorway as I normally did, imagining her sitting in the chair, her soft long golden brown hair flowing over the back of her chair. "Hi Jenny" I’d nervously splutter out, not at all confident that she wouldn’t realise most of my visits were completely unnecessary and only an excuse to see her again. Never-the-less, she would seem genuinely friendly and spin around in her chair, her long legs usually covered in black sheer stockings under her short skirt, and her blouse usually stretched taught over her ample breasts. She’d peer at me over her glasses and smile. As I imagined that I wondered how she’d react to me standing there, naked. I dreamt that she’d reel in shock, and then rush to me, fall to her knees, and take me in her mouth. My cock stiffened appreciably at this thought, and as I played out the fantasy in my mind, I started jerking off. As I pumped on my own cock, I imagined reaching down and caressing her breasts, only to have her rip open her blouse and unclasp her bra, releasing her DD tits to my appreciative hands. As I played with her breasts in my imagination, I could feel my orgasm building to conclusion. I took in the sight of her cubicle, her chair, her photos on her desk, her little certificate on the wall as my legs weakened and my whole body spasmed. I caught the thick ropes of cum in my free hand as I struggled to remain standing; I could almost feel her lips around me at the height of my pleasure. As I wrung the last few drops from my cock, I was brought back to the reality of the situation. Looking down at the cum pooled in my left hand, I realised I hadn’t thought this out. And then looking around, I noticed a spurt that had landed on the black plastic back of her chair, near the top of the cushion. I started to panic, then remembered that it would dry out, and there’d be no way she could know what it was. I took a few tissues from her desk, cleaned up my hand, and half-ran back to my own cubicle. ‘Safe’ in my cubicle I noticed my heart racing for the first time! I’d done it! What a buzz! I was almost reluctant to get dressed again, but decided that I’d taken enough risk for one night, and didn’t want to push my luck. I dressed and went to the bathroom to clean up. — The next day I walked over to Jenny’s cubicle. This time my heart raced more than usual, but for an altogether different reason, as I remembered what I’d done merely hours before. I stood at her doorway, exactly as I had done, and smiled to myself. There she sat in her chair, and as I admired her hair once again, I noticed the small drop of dried cum, only millimeters from her hair! She turned to greet me, and my wits threatened to abandoned me once again. Was her smile more friendly than usual, or was I imagining it? She uncharacteristically leaned back in her chair and eyed me up and down, regarding me with some amusement. It was like she knew something. But she couldn’t. Right?