The time my office colleague and I stayed late at work [MF]

This recollection is *not* about a student. It’s about one of my colleagues. I know people like to hear about my experiences with students, but this was something that blew my mind. It happened just this past weekend and I’ve been thinking about it so much that I needed to write it out ASAP. Maybe people will like it.

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So, one thing that sucks about universities is that there is a ton of administrative work to be done. There’s so much that we hire people specifically for these tasks, and we generally refer to them as “office staff”. These people are underpaid and overworked. They make very little money compared to professors and they do so much work. Seriously, they do *everything* in our department. Want to reserve a conference room? Staff handles that. Need to purchase a new item for your research lab? Staff handles that. Want to allocate some of YOUR OWN RESEARCH FUNDS to pay a student, travel to a conference, etc.? Staff handles that. They are the hidden engine behind every university academic department.

I always try to befriend the office staff. I’ll stop and chat with them if I see their office door open, and I always try to thank them profusely any time they do something for me. I try to be an ally, since a lot of other people are constantly getting angry at them. And…well, when you’re nice to people you depend on, they tend to be a lot more eager to help you out. I almost never have issues working with them, and I think a lot of that is simply because I’m nice to them. On the rare occasion that they are late on something related to me, I try to shrug it off.

One of our office staff is named Jenn. We get along great. Being friendly towards her has no ulterior motives – I genuinely like talking to her. We’re about the same age and we seem to have similar interests. We sit next to each other in meetings whenever we can, and we got lunch together quite often before COVID. One weekend back before COVID we spent a Saturday afternoon playing board games with a couple other colleagues – it was awesome. I’m closer with her than any other office staff that’s ever worked here.

Honestly I’m not 100% sure what all Jenn does (that applies to all office staff), but in general I know she is like a middleman between our graduate students and the university’s graduate school office. She’s a master of the paperwork that grad students have to complete, and she holds student’s hands through all the administrative stuff involved in grad school. Jenn is also a part of their pay process, but I’m not entirely sure what her role is. I do know, though, that she is incredibly efficient at everything she does. Any time students ask me about administrative stuff I can’t answer, I go straight to Jenn. Sometimes I even ask her stuff that’s not really under her job responsibilities simply because she usually knows the answer. She’s very, very good at her job.

And…Jenn is hot. She’s short with long brown hair and big brown eyes. I feel bad objectifying her this way, but it can’t be left out – her breasts are enormous. They’re like Angela White status, but on a normal non-porn-star person. She doesn’t flaunt them – we’re in a university office after all. She always wears professional looking clothes, and a lot of her tops are baggier to have less of a /r/bustypetite figure showing. But there’s no hiding them. They’re there, and everyone can see them regardless of what she wears. They jiggle when she walks, they practically sit on her desk when you go to her office, and her shirt buttons always look like they’ll bust any moment. It’s impossible to not sneak glances. Sorry Jenn.

So anyway, onto what happened last weekend…

 

I was working late last weekend to finish a research paper submission. I finished the last experiments during the week, so I only had to write them up and then do some final passes over the whole paper to catch any mistakes. This is a very time consuming process. The paper submission was due Saturday morning so I planned to spend Friday night in the office.

As soon as my last class was over on Friday, I went back to my office and did nothing but work on this paper. I went to the school dining hall for dinner, and eventually watched the sun set from my office window. I heard doors shut and people say goodbye to each other at least a dozen times. I kept working, finishing all the new writing that I needed to do, and then moving on to rereading it over and over to fix any mistakes.

Once you read something enough times your brain starts to skip over any imperfections, so eventually I decided that I needed a break. I like to take walks around the building to clear my head. We have lots of research posters on the walls that I like to read over, even though I’ve read them at least 20 times each. Sometimes professors will print out recent papers they published and pin them to their bulletin boards, so I like to go read through those too.

I started by going down to the second floor (the 1st floor is all classrooms) and walking around it, stopping to read things on the walls. I made my way back up to my floor (4th and top one), and walked around it aimlessly. To my surprise, I saw a door open and some light shining onto the hallway floor. As I got closer I realized it was Jenn’s door. I pulled out my phone to check the time – nearly 11pm. *Wow, she’s here extremely late.*

I gave her door a slight knock and asked incredulously, “Jenn??”

She jumped a little, startled, and looked towards her door.

“****??” she responded. She knows my real first name obviously so I *** it out.

“Why are you still here?” I asked her.

She shrugged, “Eh, kinda my own fault. I was supposed to convert all these forms into the new format for the graduate school by Monday morning. I honestly just forgot about them until they sent us a reminder email this morning. Sooo, here I am!” She gave a thumbs up and sarcastic smile as she finished her sentence.

“Well you have like a thousand things to do every day. I have no idea how you can remember to do everything.” I sympathized.

She took a moment to smile, her cheeks scrunching up her eyes, and responded, “Yeah, well, I guess that’s the job. So what are *you* still doing here?”

“Oh you know, paper deadline in the morning so I’m putting in some extra time to polish it up. I…might be here all night.”

“Classic professor story.” she joked.

“I’m used to it.”

“Well, good luck! Thanks for stopping by, I didn’t realize it could get so lonely here at night…”

I nodded and sighed, “Yeah, that part does kinda suck. Good luck to you too!”

 

I walked back to my office feeling reinvigorated. I did not expect anyone to be here still, and I was shocked that Jenn of all people was still here. That was a nice surprise.

I went back to reading over my paper, and soonafter an idea popped into my head – I should ask Jenn if she wants to come work with me. I figured I could break out the Scotch I had on my office, and we could let loose a little while we worked.

I message her on GChat (yes our office still uses this quite a bit actually) to ask if she was still here. She was, so I told her she can bring her laptop to my office if she wanted some company, and that I had a special something to make working more fun. “Sounds good, on my way soon!” she messaged back, and in ten minutes she was at my door.

“Heyyyy!” she greeted me with a huge smile. “Thanks for inviting me over!”

“How was the drive?”

She sat down at my desk but pulled the chair over to the side so we were kind of next to each other instead of being like a student and teacher talking to each other across a big intimidating desk.

“Sooo what’s this special something?” she inquired excitedly. “It’s cocaine isn’t it? *Isn’t it?* I knew it!”

“Oh my god…” I said between laughs. “No, it’s Lagavulin you damn junky.”

“Ah damn, imma head out then,” she sighed, putting her hands on the desk to get up.

“Take your fucking glass.” I said, nearly snorting.

She raised the glass and toasted, “To…all nighters and procrastination!”

“Cheers.”

We clinked and initiated the fun night that was before us. We chatted for a bit through the first glass. She told me about this new form format and I told her a little about my paper. We talked about how certain workflows at the school were inefficient, mostly in how she works with the grad school, and we switched to working a bit during the second glass.

Apparently she broke the silence by saying, “Hey I poured you another,” but I was too focused on what I was doing to hear her. She told me she said it a couple more times until finally I felt *tap tap tap!* on my shoulder.

“Ah!” I yelled, swinging my chair around.

She was cracking up. “Dude, good god, *I poured you another glass,* sorry to break your zen mode!”

I hadn’t even realized my glass went empty. “Oh shit, thanks.” I said, and clinked her glass before taking a swig. “How’s your stuff going?”

“Surprisingly well. I’m almost done actually. Maybe I should Mad Men it up more often.” she joked.

“Or just work at night more! It’s amazing what you can do when you don’t have constant interruptions.”

“Right?! People are ALWAYS interrupting me. I can’t stand it!”

We complained a while about people always coming into our offices, knocking on our closed doors, etc. This turned into straight gossip about people in the office. She knew a lot more than I did. I learned all about how a couple people were probably quitting soon, which administrative people hated each other, who was on the dean’s shit list, etc. I told her all about faculty drama – so and so blowing up in meetings, another professor planning to move schools soon, etc. We spent the third drink like this, just talking about workplace stuff.

And then the fourth drink went by. We were scooching closer to each other whenever we laughed or got really into whatever we were saying. I remember at one point she grabbed my arm before starting a new story, “oh my god, did you hear about ***???” Honestly I don’t even remember what she told me about – I just remember that she grabbed my arm then. Like I mentioned before, she and I were always really friendly with each other – this was the moment where I realized our friendliness was turning into flirtiness.

I poured us another drink and suggested we try to finish work before we got too drunk. Our chairs were right next to each other at this point. Occasionally I would swivel slightly in my chair to brush my arm up against hers. She returned the gesture a few times.

“Boom, done.” I declared, shutting my laptop.

“What?! Damn, can you help me finish this?”

“Pour me another and you got it.”

She showed me what to do and somehow I got through it, although honestly I probably fucked up more than a few of them.

“Holy shit I can’t believe it’s done…” she said, and suddenly her arms were around my neck, “Thank you!” I remember feeling her breasts pressed against me so I tried to move even closer into her.

“Yeah no problem, working all night sucks. The least we can do is help each other with it.” I said.

“Well uhh, I definitely can’t drive right now…” she admitted.

“Yeah me neither. I just sleep on my floor whenever this happens.”

“You do not. *Seriously?* Are you really here all night that much??”

I shrugged, “Yeah, maybe like once a month or so.” She was laughing hard enough she couldn’t talk. “Dudeeee, *come on!*”

We shot the shit for a while longer…laughed a lot, touched hands and arms a lot, and stared in each other’s eyes a lot. Eventually a lull came on. It was probably about 2 or 3am, and this building that’s usually bustling with hundreds of students, professors, and office staff was totally dead. The silence was the kind you could *hear.*

“Wow, it’s so quiet in here…” she noted.

“Yeah…”

“Let’s go walk around! I want to see the hallway when it’s this quiet!”

“Sure!” I agreed.

Each upper floor of the building is essentially two long hallways. It’s like a rectangle with connector hallways at the ends and in the middle. My office is near one of the corners, so when we left we started down the long hallway. We kept the silence as we walked out the door, but the sound of my door shutting echoed down the hallway. Jenn’s giggle echoed in response.

Off we went. She grabbed my hand as soon as we started walking. We were like a couple teenagers – holding in laughs, nearly skipping, and holding hands as we went. At first I was a little worried someone would be there and see us, but that faded away once it seemed clear no one else was there. At first we only looked around – all the lights were off in the conference rooms and even in the student labs. Around midnight the hallway lights go into an eco mode where only about half of them are on. She noted how spooky it felt walking around the ghosttown of our building.

She whispered, “I wonder if anyone else is working in their office…”

“I doubt it, it’s so late.” I whispered back.

“Let’s check.”

When I asked her how we could do that, she said we should listen for any typing. She put her face up close to a closed office door and waited, listening.

“This one’s empty.”

I laughed, and couldn’t believe that she went to the next one.

“…All clear!”

I thought it was really silly, but I indulged her. We went door to door, listening. I noted that they could be sleeping in their office. “Only a professor would think that,” she retorted as she kept going. We had gone to all the doors on this hallway, and heard no one else. “Wow!” she whispered after we were almost at the end.

A storage room was the last room on the hallway. We pressed our ears up to the door, and waited.

“Sounds…clear..?” I began, wondering why she would even go to that one.

“You don’t know that. There are no desks to hear people working on!” she argued.

I had only been in this room a few times. Professors don’t even have a key to this room – only office staff do. I remembered it being a skinny room, but with a lot of depth to it. It was full of a shocking amount of printer paper, dry-erase markers, and pretty much any other office supply you could think of. There were a bunch of other miscellaneous items in there for professors – carts to bring stuff down to classes, boxes of computer parts that were ordered, etc. There was only enough walking space for one lane so multiple people could only go in single file, if you even *wanted* to go in with multiple people since it was kind of a hassle.

She argued further, “Maybe someone is sleeping on the boxes of paper.”

I laughed and suggested, “Hmm, maybe we need to inspect it further.”

“Yeah I think we’ll have to go in.”

Our eyes met for a second before she pulled her keys out. I think we both knew what was going to happen if we went into that room. She fumbled with the keys for a few moments, blaming the whiskey, and then we were in. I went in first. The room was exactly how I remembered it – busy, messy, one lane. Printer paper boxes were stacked up above my head.

I turned around when I heard the door shut behind me. We stared at each other, probably thinking the same thing. *Here we are, just me and you, in this tiny cramped room, middle of night, alone in this giant building, drunk.* I took a step forward. She did the same. Our eyes never looked away from each other. She opened her mouth to say something – but she was too slow. My mouth was on hers, and my hands grasped her body desperately.

I put her back to the door, and pushed a hand over one of her tits. Our tongues were out immediately, and our faces moved in an enthusiastic rhythm. I was mindful that *someone* might still be in the building, despite not seeing anyone, and we shouldn’t echo our sounds throughout the building. She must have been thinking the same. Every sound that came out of us was muffled as best we could.

I reached down to pull her shirt up, but she beat me to it. Her hands were already there, and then they were reaching around to let her bra down. *Good god they’re huge.* She grabbed at my belt while I admired her breasts. When my pants hit the floor, I pushed my face into her tits. She pressed them onto my face while my hands worked on getting her pants off.

“*Fuck me.*” she whispered, before turning around and bending over.

It was completely quiet around us. Two grunts were the only sounds we made when I went in. We started slow, and I tried hard to keep from moaning every time I felt my cock slide inside her. I wanted to slap her ass, but I knew it would be too loud (and I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about it). I compromised by feeling her up. My hands palmed her ass and reached down her thighs while we moved. I couldn’t reach her tits comfortably, sadly. *I wanted them so bad.* But just thinking of them made me thrust harder.

“*Oh!*” she moaned loudly. I stopped immediately, and we stood there for a few seconds without moving. The silence was overwhelming when we were still.

“Sorry!” she whispered. “I’m good, keep going!”

I resumed, harder, faster, and she forced all of her moans to be strong exhales. Occasionally a grunt would come out. I could see part of her tits swinging by her sides, and I had to grab onto some boxes of printer paper to me to stay balanced. Eventually a new noise came on – *wet slap noises.* I knew there was nothing I could do about that – we were fucked if someone walked by. Then, my mind went to places it’s never been before…

*What if someone does walk by? Will they stop and listen? Will they know what that sound is? Will they get aroused listening? Will they get hard, wet? Will they want to masturbate? If they have a key will they open the door? Will they join us? Would Jenn be okay with that? Who would I want to walk through the door…?*

Suddenly it was a lot easier to push into her. She got more and more wet until there was no resistance at all. I kept the same pace, knowing she was about to cum. I felt her quiver on my cock, and she couldn’t stay quiet.

“*Oh, oh, oh, oh!*” she said with every exhale. Her voice was about a normal speaking volume – which was super fucking loud for this moment! Her whole body shook, and she stopped pushing back onto me. I stopped moving to give her a break. Her breaths were loud enough to fill the room with noise.

I moved slightly – shifting my cock inside her. She got the message and pushed back onto me. “Mmm!” I tried to contain myself but I couldn’t. We went slow but hard, and every thrust was a test of our silence. We were doing good until I lost my balance. I started falling to the side and I flung my arm out to grab onto whatever I could find. What I found was a bunch of fucking printer cartridges (for *big* printers, not home printers) sitting on the top of a box. *Why were they there?* Because no one comes in to fucking clean or organize this room. Well, when my hand found *something* to grab and pull on to keep myself up, that’s what I did. And as you can imagine, they all came tumbling down, close to 6 feet off the ground. The first of them hit the ground and made a huge thump. The remaining ones smacked against each other as they hit the ground and made that awful plastic on plastic smacking sound. There were probably 6 of them in there, but it sounded like 100. It was a ruckus.

We stood like statues after the noise ended. There was no doubt that anyone on the floor could have heard that. I was trying not to panic. I assumed Jenn was doing the same, but then…

“Bahahahahaha!” she started laughing, cackling, loud as hell. I jumped, startled. *What the fuck is she doing? Shut up!*

“Oh my god…” she quieted, eventually. She pushed back onto me and moaned loudly. My thoughts again went to someone hearing us, but at some point I stopped caring.

*Who cares? If someone wants to come in they can. If they want to be fucking weird and listen to us then they are welcome.*

“Mmm, *fuck.*” I moaned at a normal volume. Jenn moaned immediately after and told me to fuck her harder. Admittedly I started getting turned on by the thought of someone hearing us. We both kept moaning with nothing held back – she must have felt the same as me about people hearing us. I watched her tits fling to the side of her chest as we fucked. Everything at once overwhelmed me and I knew I couldn’t go any longer.

“I’m gonna cum!” I yelled quickly, wondering if someone would hear me.

When I said that, she spun around and got on her knees in front of me. Her hands pushed her huge tits together.

“Cum on them,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

*Oh my fucking god!* I stroked my cock as hard as I could, trying to get there, trying so hard to cum all over her tits. She kept eye contact with me the whole time while wiggling her tits and sticking her tongue out.

“Go ahead, cum for me. I want it. Cum on my tits…and in my mouth too if you want. You can cum all over me, wherever you want.”

“Oooh *fuck, fuck, ffffuckkkk!*”

The first shot lobbed out and fell heavily onto her tits. I kept moaning as if no one else was around. She moved closer to me and the next stream hit her in the chin, dripping down, crawling towards her tits. My hand slowed down, eventually stopping. I blinked, standing there bent over, taking in the image with my chest heaving.

“*Fuck!*” I yelled, startled, when she took my cock in her mouth. I twitched and shivered while her tongue swirled over my head.

“*Ahh, fuck, ahh, god, stop stop stop!” I moaned – she stayed on long enough for it to start hurting.

She smiled, “*Mmm, finally I get to taste your cum,*” pulling her tits up to lick everything off of them.

“Finally I get to cum on your tits.”

By the time we got dressed, the silence was extremely loud again. I poked my head out to look around, and Jenn’s hand pushed me aside before she walked out.

“Wow, you really don’t care about someone seeing us?” I whispered.

“Dude, they don’t pay me enough to fuck quietly.”

I chuckled, and we made our way back to my office quietly after that. We had another drink and talked about how long we had both been waiting for *that.* Eventually we turned the lights off and laid down on the floor. Our clothes didn’t last long – we had sex again almost immediately after laying down. And afterwards, all I remember is throwing my underwear back on and falling asleep.

She was gone when I woke up the next morning. I went to text her and realized I didn’t even have her number. We only talked on GChat, email, and in person. Even when we met up a couple years ago for board games it was a “meet you all here at this time” thing.

I went by her office on Monday when I got in.

“Hey”

“Hey!” she said, excitedly.

I took a step in and closed her door to a crack. “You make it home okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. Sorry for just bailing on you, but you were out. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“No problem,” I smiled, “that was uhh, fun.”

“Oh yeah,” she returned the smile, “we should do it again sometime.”

*Knock knock.*

“Oh my goddd…” she said softly while rolling her eyes. I opened the door and saw a group of students.

“Hi, is uhh-is Jenn-?” one of them started.

“Yeah! I can talk.” she yelled.

I looked at her again, “I’ll see you around then.”

“Can’t wait.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rlji99/the_time_my_office_colleague_and_i_stayed_late_at