Her text to him said, “Come over now, I could use some help.” it was followed by a generic plain old smiley face emoji. He tried very hard to decipher any hidden meaning in the selection of this dull but friendly “Have a nice day” icon from the seventies. They worked in the same department of a mid size company in New York. He was 27 and she was 38. They were good friends at work. He flirted with her whenever he could. He was never sure how the flirting was received. She didn’t seem to object to it. Did this older woman not recognize it as flirting. He was hoping the banter was making her desire him, he was screaming as politely as he could, “I am lusting after you very hard and in every way, your small tits arouse me to the point that it is difficult to sleep at night” In a subsequent text a minute later she gave him her address. And another text moments later read, “Bring me a coffee.” Then a “Please!” which was followed by again the same bland dullard of an emoji. It couldn’t be the winking one or the one with the tongue wiping it’s chin.
It was a Saturday morning at about 9:00 when the four texts arrived, six total if you count the emojis. If you take a six and then put another six after it and turn that second six upside down you get sixty-nine. It was a stretch. But it was all he had to go on with respect to the ambiguous request for help. Such is a guy as 5 billion years of evolution has honed him.
It was raining very hard this morning. Some people would say “Cats and dogs.” He was reminded of a day at work last March – cold – wet and rainy, she came in from lunch, her small breasts had a white blouse pasted to them mostly by what a scientist would call the adhesive forces in water and what a layman would call a tight fitting wet shirt. Yes, you can bet her nipples telegraphed through. Her attempt at holding closed a light spring sweater was pallid at best.
While we are talking about being at work, she always wore sexy heels, black stockings and short skirts. The skirts were usually an inch higher than the height of a standard office desk, his desk was a standard office desk. What she didn’t wear ever was a bra. She had very small boobs which for the 27 year old guy in this story was probably the attribute that coaxed him into having erections while sitting behind that standard height desk of his. He loved small breasted women. When they didn’t give a flying fuck about their barely perceptible chest undulations he often found himself awed by their self confidence.
She lets this 27 year old work friend guy into her apartment. He hands her the coffee and she puts it where? That’s right, on the coffee table. He says, “So … … “ and she puts her finger to her mouth and tells him,”No talking please, stand against that window,” and then she sits in a recliner and puts her legs over the arms like a really wild cowgirl type would. Nine am on a Saturday and there they are before him, the heels, the desk height skirt, a half buttoned white blouse with nipples telegraphing through and the stockings, thigh highs, he always suspected but could never be sure. She pulled her panties aside by the crotch and started to manipulate her vulva. “You are helping me just by watching me. Thank you!” After she got herself really comfortable she invited him to kneel before her for a better looksie at the mechanics, dynamics and physiology of the whole pudendum, labia, clitoris apparatus as impacted by the action of rubbing and probing fingers.. *Note: Run on sentences get two periods.* She held her wet finger to his nose and went back to masturbating. When she was done she thanked him for the coffee she never touched and for watching her. She said, “I’ll see you Monday, and have a nice day!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/axktmv/better_than_a_day_at_work
Excellent masturbation m/F story.