Now that I finished rereading this… This story is FUCKING LONG. Again. I notice they tend to get that way. I’m sorry, I’m a rambling old man now. It happens.
Also I have no idea how to tag this one. There’s MF, voyeur maybe? Kind of a little femdom? Hell you’ll figure it out. Not every experience in life is easily categorized.
The second half where we get beyond teasing is linked [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6pe26l/mfgrouplunch_break_ptiisexytimes/)
Not entirely certain the rules on this sort of thing yet, so if I am out of hand by posting a link to give you guys an idea of what the girls looked like is in poor taste let me know.
The video [found here](http://pornve.com/k5ym87laeq7q/GloryholeSwallow_14_09_05_Eden_And_Violet_Second_Visit_XXX_1080p.html) has been one of my favorite for a while because it reminds me a great deal of Jolene and Megan. (names made up to protect the innocent.) Like the girls in the video, Jolene is tall, willowy and slightly aloof. Megan is short, energetic and almost aggressively social. Obviously there’s differences but this video sure makes me think back to them.
This was many long years ago, when I was still a young panda. I was working for a company, testing ad-hoc network creation. Most of the people working there had either been raised with coding in their own time, the others all had gone to school to learn machine languages, coding and all sorts of esoteric wizardry I could barely comprehend.
The four of us that will be starring in this story reminiscing of the good old days were different from most of the other people working in the building for two reasons; One, we had not been part of the tech industry long. Myself and Mike had been EMTs, though for different companies. We had struck a friendly rivalry almost instantly by the fact we both understood the long, bleak hours that went into being an EMT, and of course before that, having to do ride alongs to start earning certifications at a paramedic company, where you faced all the same things as the paramedics… only with much less pay and the knowledge that every time someone vomited or soiled themselves, it would be you cleaning it up.
Mike was a little shorter than me, standing at 5’6”, but we both weighed about the same amount as he was remarkably buff for a network architect. He had sandy blonde hair with a bit of a wave in spite of the fact that he kept it cut short. Aside from the blond hair he looked pretty much like what you would expect to see if you were watching a movie and they wanted to clearly convey to you this man was Italian. Seriously, he looked like a stereotypical movie Italian, complete with swagger in his walk. Which was even more amusing, because he was not in the least bit aware of any relatives from Italy.
I myself was nothing particularly interesting at the time I’d say. 5’9”, socially awkward, covered in freckles. In spite of my family history, if a movie director went “get me a German looking extra” well that’s what you’d find… I looked very much like a stereotype myself. Which Mike was more than happy to give me grief about whenever he was being teased.
Jolene used to work for the state. As a woman that just could not abide lazy dickweeds, she found herself needing to quit for the sake of her own sanity. She never said what she DID for the state. Simply that she worked for it, hated watching people faffing about, and did not do it anymore. She was the tallest of our group, standing at six feet if not a little over, and while not exactly a stick, she had curves that flowed gently, making every motion appear more graceful. Her skin was freckled in most places she tanned, but in a tight enough pattern you could only really notice it if you were very close. Her black hair was perfectly straight and swept down to the small of her back whenever she let it down, which wasn’t often at work anyway. Being mostly asian she had the very obvious almond eyes that she kept behind a pair of glasses that made it even easier to notice, though that may have been more from the calm expression she always wore.
Megan was 5’3”, and about as opposite from Jolene as one can get. While Jolene was a little detached, quiet, and built like a graceful dancer, Megan was energetic, a little crude, and quickly smashed down about any barrier you put between yourself and her. When she met you, you were already best friends ever, you just didn’t know it yet… and it worked. Her skin was also dark from the sun, but evenly toned, and her small size only made her curves that much more noticeable.While she had the same ratio of hip to waist as many other women, it had much less distance to cover, and made her chest almost comically difficult to conceal, though it didn’t stop her from trying most days, as she seemed to prefer wearing baggy men’s clothing. Before working with us, Megan had worked in warehousing… which considering her tiny size must have been hilarious to watch.
The other thing the four of us had in common that caused us to gravitate together, and be mostly avoided by the rest, was that we were much younger than almost everyone else. Having just barely turned of legal drinking age, we had all joined the company during a mass hiring drive, and all this stuff was still new to us, leaving us excited and hopeful for the future. Something our well worn colleagues might have been bothered by, facing the terror of daily repetition of the same tasks down to the minute every day like machines for the past several years. They watched their working conditions go from office, to cubicle… to groups of people jammed into one working “pod” as their humanity slipped slowly from sight, turning them more and more into a machine of listless repetition.
The four of us were working together on ad-hoc network creation and stress testing data loads as opposed to the actual code work, an excuse to banish us to the Faraday Cage, out of sight and out of mind of the others, where our youthful exuberance could not remind them of the feelings they once had as well, but could no longer bring themselves to muster. Also we totally volunteered for it because getting paid to sit in a slightly suspended copper cage no one could see into all day was awesome. Even if it did look like a Silent Hill level.
Jolene stretched her arms over her head and yawned while staring at her screen. Her feet were up on the desk, her device in her lap. She pressed her back more firmly against the back of the chair until she could make it pop, giving a slight groan. With her arms up, shoulders back and her body leaning back so far I became acutely aware of the fact her loose fitting t-shirt draped gently over her small breasts in such a way that it may as well have not been there. The cold air caused her nipples to easily lift the shirt and show them in all their splendor. I was suddenly wondering, if I stared hard enough, if I could see goosebumps along the skin under the shirt.
Then I became acutely aware of just how hard I was staring. Way too hard. Oh shit how long had I been staring? I’m supposed to be working! What is wrong with you man, show some respect for coworker, get your shit done!
I turned my chair back to my computer as smoothly as I could, leaning forward, hoping that I could hide the erection I was painfully aware of under the desk… even though we could all see each other just fine from anywhere in the cage. The high desks hid very little. Something I had also become aware of over the past few days locked in the cage since I had spent far too much time admiring Jolene.
It’s no secret that when you switch to computer work from anything else, you put on some weight, and frankly Jolene had indeed put on a little of the weight (I had myself so it’s not like I could fault her.) However, on Jolene, it looked good. All of it seemed to go to making her hips a little more pronounced, her butt a little more curved, and made her jeans cling to her backside and thighs in all the right places to me for some reason.
I could rarely get the image of Jolene’s legs out of my head, and seeing her draped across her desk and chair was not helping. It was more like a pose you’d see in a magazine of a model lounging rather than how someone would actually relax.
Megan continued her story of what she had been doing over the weekend. At this point in testing, it was quite literally our jobs to sit in a room with no windows, sealed doors, and talk. All day. Every day. Sometimes for over ten hours at a time. It might not be entirely legal, but we were using skype to test our network’s ability to handle data effectively, hearing a stutter in the connection was easier to monitor without spacing out. We talked about everything. Weekend plans, stories from the old jobs… and well I’ll admit occasionally some light, but harmless flirting.
In spite of being the smallest one there she was also the most brodacious. She played in beer league hockey, which I am still of the opinion she mainly got into to have an excuse to hit strangers and grope men she thought were cute without ending up in jail somehow. No one seemed to mind.
“So then they added another two minutes to the penalty for taunting.” she grinned, looking rather proud of herself.
“I didn’t even know that was a penalty… I thought it was just the other thirty percent of the game that wasn’t fighting.” I replied, getting back to my senses.
“Well yeah but apparently if you do it to someone who is bleeding because of you it’s considered a dick move.” she added. I still had no idea how someone her size could do much more in the rink than maybe outrun people, but I guess if you get enough speed built up before smashing into someone it doesn’t matter how big you are.
This time it was Mike that stretched, something I noticed, but did not devote nearly as much attention to as when Jolene had done it for rather obvious reasons.“Okay I think I need coffee if I’m going to get anything done.” he grumbled, rubbing his face. “Anyone else want some.?” he asked as he started to stand up.
I needed coffee… but I was not about to stand up at the moment so I just shook my head.
Megan stood up as well. She was still energetic, happy and bouncing about but she was apparently not going to turn down a chance at more stimulants.
Jolene reached out and took Megan’s hand, pulling her in to say something quietly to her, which put a grin on Megan’s face. Jolene then added. “I can’t get up just yet, but I can give you guys money to go get me some?” her tone was a question, but the grammar was that of a statement. A habit she had picked up it seems from her time in the state. She didn’t ask questions, she stated interrogatives.
Megan took the money and walked out, dragging Mike with her.
I tried to focus on my work, realizing all too well this was maybe the first time we’d been alone together since I had started to take notice of what those pants had been doing for her legs.
After a few moments of silence she pushed off from her desk with her legs to roll back my way and look over my shoulder. I figured she was checking to make sure I was working. I could still hear Megan and Mike talking, barely still connected to the network. Jolene grumbled for a moment and walked over to the door, closing it and sealing it again, locking out the other two, but finally cutting off the signal. Apparently they had made a pretty decent device for connecting!
So now it was just the two of us. Jolene looked back to me and sighed, I could feel the skin on my face starting to redden as my eyes quickly did another scan down her body on their own before I managed to push them back up to her face, I knew I had been caught that time but couldn’t help it.
“Are you feeling okay? You seem a little wobbly.” he stated, trying to make it look like concern that caused me to check her out, not lust.
“I’m fine.” Jolene replied, smiling a little about something before making her way back over to the chair. Her voice stuttered for a moment as a blush spread across her cheeks as well. Great now I had embarrassed her. Stupid eyes.
“Hey, Lingling… I err… don’t know how to say this but… I’ve noticed you’ve been looking at me a lot.” she started.
I winced. Fuck, here comes HR, embarrassing meetings, everyone knowing it’s my fault we went through sensitivity training. Damn perv can’t watch himself, menace to the workplace, etc…
Worse, I did actually like Jolene as a friend, and now I had made her uncomfortable. A friend shouldn’t do that to another friend. We should be comfortable, we should feel free to say whatever crazy thing pops into our head without worry of being judged… well more harshly than maybe deserved. I made her feel vulnerable and used.
“I’m sorry.” I coughed. “I’m really sorry I’m not trying to be disrespectful I know I shouldn’t be doing that. I understand if you’re angry and It’s not anything you did I know that.” I added, trying to put her somewhat at ease before noticing the smile getting bigger on her face.
Jolene put a finger to my lips, I could feel it shaking a little as she did it, the blush spreading further, now down along her neck. “Don’t be sorry… normally I’d be angry.” she replied, her voice remaining calm even though I could feel the nervousness if only from the shaking finger against my lips. My eyes locked on hers as she talked. I tried to remain focused and not get lost in that always serene expression. “But I… well kind of like it.”
My brain paused for a moment. Processed what she said another time… figured I had heard something wrong and did a hard reboot, taking a few more seconds before I realized I wasn’t breathing and took a quick, gasping breath. “Wait… you what?”
Her blush extended all the way down past the collar, extending down out of sight and I found part of my brain imagining the effects it must be having on her skin in places I had only thought very hard about seeing. Her eyes broke contact with mine as she repeated a little more quietly “I like it.”
I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I shook my head. “Oh.. well… uhm that’s… good.” I said haltingly. Yes, I was VERY smooth with the ladies back then. “You’re… sure it’s okay? I mean I’m still trying to stop…”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so obvious about it in the break room.” she admitted. “But in here… you can look all you want.” I could feel she was still shaking a bit from the start of the conversation, but now that the initial hurdle had been jumped we were both starting to calm down a bit. The adrenaline leaving our systems though left us both a little giddy.
We both laughed for a few moments before I shook my head. “I’ll try to be less obvious about it but… it’s hard. You look really good, especially in those pants.”
Jolene bit her lip and looked to the door for a moment before nodding. “I noticed you… really liked them a while back and I stopped wearing them at first. I’ll be honest I thought you were kind of being a perv… but then I noticed you didn’t look at me like that all in a lot of other outfits… and that you never look at Megan that way at all.”
I stammered again, not getting anything out. “Well I mean she’s cute and all but I…”
Jolene put a finger to my lips again and shook her head. “Don’t put your foot in your mouth.” she explained. “It’s a good thing. To me anyway. It makes me feel like I’m not just some replaceable object in some fantasy. It’s not girls that do that to you… it’s me that does it… and I can turn it on and off and… I think that’s kind of hot.” She explained. “I like that I can make you want me that badly one day, and still be treated just like any other friend another day.”
She leaned forward again, eyes locked on mine as she took off her glasses. Her lips were so close to mine I could feel the heat of them, but she didn’t cover that last little bit to make full contact. “Do you want me?”
I broke, she had me wrapped around her finger… which in retrospect she probably wanted. I nodded quickly. “I want you…” I whispered back, feeling something of a growl rising up in my throat. “I want to lift you up onto my desk, pull off those jeans, drag down your panties with my teeth, then wrap your thighs around my head and eat you out until your legs can’t hold on anymore.” I mean if it was time for us to be honest, it seemed I should go ahead and be fully honest.
I could feel her breath fluttering for a moment as I talked, I tried to catch her lips with mine but she veered away, letting me keep talking and keeping that kiss just out of reach.
“You’ve thought about this…” she whispered.
“Every time I look at you like that.” I replied.
“Good…” She said quietly before sliding back again a little. “Keep thinking about it… I want you to think about it all day. Think about that, and what it would feel like if I climbed on top of you. How good it would feel with your dick balls deep inside of me as you make me cum.” She leaned in to whisper the last part into my ear, I could feel the heat of her breath against my skin causing me to shiver. “But only think about it, we can’t do anything until tomorrow.”
I groaned as I felt exactly how bad my blue balls would be from that in a few moments, frustration and hope both fighting for control of my response. “Well not going to be able to think of anything else.” I finally whispered back, my breath already fast and a little ragged.
“Oh and one little problem with your little fantasy.” she added, taking my hand. She stood up before slipping the hand she had taken into the waistband of her pants, the fabric pushing my fingers firmly against her mons. I could feel the soft ticking of some hair, and heat from her skin. “I’m not wearing any panties.” she added before removing my hand quickly and going back to the door.
She opened it again and Megan and Mike stepped back in, the exchange must have gone on a lot longer than I expected. “We were wondering if you guys had somehow slipped out!” Megan beamed as she came in.
I blushed and shook my head. “Oh no sorry just got caught up talking, you know how it happens.”
I could have sworn I saw that smug grin on Megan’s face that she got when she knew I was clueless about something, it was a grin I learned to be nervous of… since I unfortunately saw it often… and she was unfortunately often right.
For the rest of the day I tried not to be as obvious about looking at Jolene… but I still noticed how she draped herself in that pose most of the day, occasionally swaying her hips back and forth to rock the chair as well. Sometimes she would shoot a glance my way and if she caught me looking she would bite her lower lip or arch her back… or make a rather suggestive moan again while cracking her back.
I was suddenly worried which one of us was being obvious.
The next day could not come fast enough. I managed to keep things together for most of the day at least, until we neared lunch. Jolene wasn’t in those jeans again this time… which was good. Instead she was in a skirt, though a somewhat long and loose fitting one. Which managed to keep me from going to crazy most of the day, but as we got closer and closer to midday Jolene started to let the skirt ride a little higher up along her leg. I tried to focus on my works, stiffly avoiding looking at her too hard, knowing what she said we would be up to later.
About fifteen minutes before lunch Megan finally spoke up, partly laughing, but also partly because she always was a bit protective of me. “Okay, I think the poor guy’s had enough, you’re going to break him!” she exclaimed after cutting off our network connection. Blaming it on a fluke I suppose if it should be asked about later.
“But it’s still kind of cute…” Jolene replied, pulling her skirt back to cover her legs.
“He’s hardly said anything all day, and if he gets any more tense he’s going to have a stroke.” she grinned.
I blushed so hard I was pretty sure I HAD burst a blood vessel.
Mike chuckled a little and shook his head. “Dude it’s not like you were subtle before, we know you look. I mean I can’t really blame you…”
“Pig.” Megan chided, though playfully as she swatted Mike’s shoulder. “But seriously Jo, let him have a break.”
“You guys… knew?” I asked… in spite of it being pretty obvious from Mike having just told me that they fucking knew. Like I said I wasn’t too bright back then.
“Yeah man.” Mike replied. “We know you can’t keep your eyes off her, and we know she’s okay with that. Long as it doesn’t get in the way of work.. Well it doesn’t bother us any.”
“I’ll try not to…”
“They just need to get it out of their system.” Megan replied. “They were going to work it out today if you want to come along.” Megan grinned to Jolene. “You don’t mind right?”
Jolene blushed again and bit her lip looking from me to Mike. “Well I mean I don’t mind if no one else does. You don’t mind LingLing?”
I will admit to not knowing at all what they were talking about and just wanted things to go smoothly so I nodded dumbly. “Sure?”
Mike then looked between Megan and Jolene. “Sure! Aren’t you married though?” he asked, making me sort of realize what was going on.
Megan nodded. “Well yeah, but it’s not cheating if I just watch right? Plus it’s not like it’s Jolene’s first time at my house.” she added teasingly, removing some of the confidence Jolene had built up teasing me and replacing it with a blush of her own again.
“Wait… uhhh what?” I replied eloquently.
“Oh she didn’t say it?” Megan said, looking a little surprised before shaking her head to Jolene. “Were you really going to surprise him with it? That’s not very nice!” she added, swatting Jolene in the shoulder as well. “Well if you’re still okay with it, you know my place is right across the street, we’re all going to hang out there.” she explains. “Just… you know do NOT do anything until we’re out of sight.” she added.
I lost track of the rest of the day after that honestly, my mind was completely somewhere else, but I was at least able to focus enough to work.
When we got near lunch we packed up our devices a little early, and were out the door almost in an instant. We darted through the hallway, skipped the elevator because it would take too long… and well the last place you want to be when horny and trying not to show it is packed in an overfull elevator.
It also wasn’t uncommon for people to dash out quickly when lunch started, some places formed a line quickly and you never know if you have enough time.
I was pretty sure running out of time wouldn’t be a problem at this point, I’d been turned on for most of the day already.
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