Part 1:
A month had gone by since my first sexual encounter with Rebecca. The night after it first happened I was a nervous wreck. I thought our friendship had been ruined and that work would become awkward and uncomfortable, but it seems I was wrong. Work wasn’t awkward at all. In fact, it was better. Rebecca and I had become even closer friends than we were before and for the most part things hadn’t changed otherwise. Except for the fact that on occasion Rebecca was a bit more flirty with me and more often than not she didn’t wear a bra to work anymore. You won’t catch me complaining.
On one particular day Rebecca was acting a bit stranger than usual. Everything had been normal all morning until a little after lunch time I noticed that she was being rather quiet. I didn’t think much of it as I was more focused on getting a little work done after slacking off most of the morning. She was sitting on the floor on the opposite end of the room from me looking at her phone, or at least pretending to look at her phone. After the silence caught my attention I realized that as I carried around heavy boxes every so often she would look up and eye me, usually right as I flexed my arms to lift. This peaked my interest.
As I worked I discreetly paid her more attention. The glances up at my body were becoming more frequent and lingering. The longer it went on, the more obvious it was that Rebbeca was staring at me. No, not just staring, she was checking me out. Nice!
I continued to pretend not to notice that I was being blatantly objectified and decided to put on a little show. Listen, I’m no body builder, and I’m definitely not winning any beauty pageants, but I’d like to think I have some resemblance of a rugged good looks in my own way. I have a fair bit of lean muscle too, just enough to see, but not enough to be completely shredded.
With that in mind, I started to do bicep curls and flex my arms as much as possible while I carried heavy boxes to absolutely nowhere because I was carrying them for no reason. Then I stopped and pulled the bottom of my shirt up to my forehead to feign wiping away sweat that wasn’t there. While I did so I flexed my abs as much as I could and stood in my best attempt at a statue of David impersonation.
When I pulled the shirt down from my eyes I turned to Rebecca and saw that she was not only still staring at me but she now had a hand placed discreetly between her legs and she was ever so slightly rubbing herself through her leggings. My eyes met her needful gaze, which quickly snapped into a look of surprised embarrassment. She pulled her hand away and apparently decided that the tops of her shoes suddenly became very interesting and needed to be stared at.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.
What is that? Oh! It’s my heart. It’s pounding because one of the most beautiful women I had ever met was just masturbating to me. Me! That doesn’t happen to me. It just doesn’t. I started to feel my jeans shrink in the crotch area.
I looked at Rebbeca and gave her a toothy grin. She met my eyes for only a second and replied with an awkward smirk. Then she broke the silence.
“So, uh, you been working out or something?”
“Oh, you noticed?” I replied with a sarcastic tone.
“Oh, yeah, you know, you look… leaner.” Her voice trailed off as I lifted another box.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.
I tried to keep any sort of shakiness out of my voice and instead played oblivious.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to work on my abs a bit. I think they’ve got a bit more definition now. What do you think?”
I pulled up my shirt again and flexed as much as I could. Like I said, I’m no body builder so it hurt a bit to force my stomach to do an impression of a washboard, but I got close enough.
“Oh! Um… yeah.” Said Rebecca, eyes widened, “They look very, uh, abdominal…”
Her voice trailed off again, but this time I saw her face snap back to its natural, ungawking, state and it looked as though she had forced herself to regain some semblance of composure. She shot straight up from where she sat and she got that look in her eye again. The one she kept giving me on that day a month ago.
“Alright, big guy.” She said, “My turn.”
“Your turn?” I asked, confused.
She hitched a thumb back towards the closet door.
“My turn.”
My tiny, little, brain pieced all the information together and I worked it out.
“Oh… your turn. Really?”
“Hey,” she said sternly, “you’re not the only one who’s allowed to walk around here undressing everyone with your eyes. I know I seem like a goddess who looks down on all of you puny mortals, but I assure you, I’m only human. I helped you out last time so you owe me.”
I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender.
“Okay, sure. I guess I can help you out. You’re sure your husband’s still okay with this right?”
“Ugh, is this really gonna be a problem again? Should I call him so that we can make fun of you some more?”
“No,” I said impatiently, “let’s get this done as quick as possible so that we don’t get fired.”
“Great!” She said.
Rebbeca shoved a clipboard into my chest that held a few pages of nondescript paperwork. She usually handled stuff like this so I had no clue what any of it was. I didn’t think it would matter, however, since I wouldn’t actually be filling any of it out.
“Remember,” said Rebecca, “just stand by the door and pretend to do the paperwork. If anyone comes in just discreetly knock twice on the door and DO NOT let anyone in there until I come out.”
“Right,” I said, and then I gulped.
“Good, I’m trusting you,” She responded, “I’ve got to get this done right now.”
Then she turned and all but ran through the door, slamming it behind her. I turned away from the door and leaned on the wall next to it and began pretending like I cared about getting any of this paperwork done. Less than a second later I heard the closet door open again.
“Oh, by the way, I don’t think I’ll be needing these anymore,” I heard Rebbecca say.
I began to turn to see what in the world she was talking about but my vision was immediately impeded by something flying across the space between me and the girl and hitting me in the face. I flinched out of reflex and groped for what had just attached itself to my nose. I looked at what was in my hand; a cute little pair of pink panties with white polka dots, the matching panties to the bra she had left me with a month ago. The bra that I DEFINITELY didn’t have hidden away in my closet at home because that would be really creepy.
Rebecca slammed the door shut again with a maniacal giggle. The more ape-like part of my brain was demanding that I stuff my face into those warm panties and take in all of Rebbeca’s scent. However the human part of me was still stronger at the moment. Besides, I was very aware that I was a weird guy standing in an empty room with a pair of women’s underwear grasped tightly in my hand. Not the best scenario to be caught in. So I stuffed the panties into my pocket. Not because I wanted to keep them or anything. I just didn’t want someone else to find a pair of panties laying around back here. Honest. Come on, would I lie to you?
“Are you sniffing them?” Rebbeca called through the door.
“Uh, no,” I called back.
“Oh, come on, why are you holding back on me all the sudden? Where’s that wild cave man I saw you turn into last time you were on this side of the door?”
“I’m not gonna lie to you,” I said, “he’s trying pretty hard to get out. I’m keeping him behind bars right now so that the she-ape in the closet doesn’t lose her job.”
“That’s a good, ah, soldier.”
My cock twitched a little when I heard that Rebecca was speaking through muted moans. It occurred to me that privacy wasn’t exactly a rule that Rebbeca valued when I was on the other side of that door. I considered that maybe it was my turn to get a little peek at her, but then again a gentleman would leave her be. Although, I’m not so sure I want to consider myself a gentleman.
My internal debate was cut short as my worst nightmare was realized. I fumbled for the clipboard and tried my best to look casual as the big door on the other side of the room swung open. I leaned back ever so quickly and sharply wrapped on the closet door two times. I look up to see none other than the woman who you can thank for me ever being in this situation. Her name is Ashley.
I’m the kind of guy who mostly keeps to himself at work. I stick to my department and I take breaks in my car. As a result of that, more often than not, Rebbeca and the occasional manager are the only people I really see while I’m here. So it just so happened that the last time I saw Ashley she was in photograph form, wearing very revealing lingerie and I was furiously masturbating to her in the closet right behind me.
Ashley is a tall woman. Still shorter than me but she has more than a few inches on Rebecca. Her hair is a dark brunette that hangs straight and neat right above her shoulders. Her pretty face has a milky white complexion and is usually accented with red lipstick. She has a slender hourglass figure, a perfect ass, and large double D breasts, the kind that manage to look good in any kind of top.
My eyes just so happened to land on those breasts for a short moment as she walked in the room. I mentally kicked myself. Even in the face of mortal danger my little pea brain was still fixated on boobs. So much so that I almost missed what she said as she walked in.
“Hey, do you know where Rebbeca is?”
“No! Uh, I’m not sure,” I said suspiciously, “what do you need her for?”
“Management wanted to talk to her about the product coming in tomorrow,” said Ashley.
“What product?”
“Uh, I’m not sure,” she answered, “the author of this story was really vague about what kind of store this is so that the reader could fill things in with their own mental image, sort of like how he hasn’t given you a name and only an indistinct description of your physical features.”
“What?” I asked.
“Look, I just need to tell Rebecca, have you seen her?”
I discreetly reached over and knocked on the door again.
“I think she’s getting something out of the supply closet, but she should be out any minute,” I said loudly, more to the closet door than to Ashley.
She walked forward a bit and said, “I’ll just tell her in there.”
I jumped in front of the door a little too abruptly and Ashley jumped back a bit. My caveman complex noted that her breasts moved excellently as she did so.
“You can’t go in there!” I yelled.
“What!? Why?” Ashley asked impatiently.
“There’s been a, um, hazardous mop incident. Uh, yeah. That’s why. Authorized personnel only.”
“Hazardous mop incident?” The tone and expression she used made me feel as though I had been wearing a dunce cap.
“Yeah! Uh, hazardous mop. We had to use them to clean up a, um, toxic biohazard in the bathroom. No one can go in there until the mops have been disposed of properly.”
“Toxic biohazard in the ba-, oh, gross!” Ashley’s nose scrunched up as if she could already smell the horrors that weren’t actually in the closet, “look, just make sure you tell Rebecca that management wants to talk to her whenever she’s done doing whatever the hell she’s doing in there. I don’t want anyone bitching at me because you forgot to tell her.”
“You got it, boss,” I said to her perfectly round ass as she walked out the door.
When I was sure she was gone I heaved a sigh of relief that she hadn’t just burst through the door and caught Rebecca. A moment later my face heated up as I remembered that Rebecca was the one who didn’t follow the plan.
I marched up to the closet and swung the door open as I said, “Becca, what the fuck!? You were supposed to come out when I kno- … guh.
I forgot how to use words when I saw the scene in the closet. Rebecca was sitting on the floor with her back to the wall and her knees up to her chest. Her tight yoga pants had been cast to the side and she had two fingers deep inside her pussy. She rubbed at her clitoris with her other hand. Her vagina was was clean shaven except for some neat hair at the top, it was bright pink, and looked very tight and wet.
“Sorry, ah, big guy. Couldn’t stop. Felt too good,” she said through hushed gasps and an expression of ecstasy.
Wow, strangely enough any anger I had been feeling before was mysteriously gone. Rebecca began to rise to her feet slowly, using her legs to push back against the wall and rise up, all the while still working on her clit. She stared into my eyes when she spoke.
“It’s about time you got in here. I think I’m gonna need a little peep show too.”
“P-peep show?” I asked
“You heard me. Let’s get your little friend out to play, big guy.”
I reached down very slowly, never taking my eyes from hers. When I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor my cock shot out like a switch blade and wobbled a bit as it stood erect about three or four inches away from Rebecca. I shut the door behind me.
She giggled and said, “I guess he’s not that little.”
She leaned back up against the wall and really started to go at herself. I followed suit, firmly grabbing my cock and stroking hard. We stared at each other, each of us taking in the other’s whole body. Every so often she would let out a small moan.
“Come closer,” said Rebecca as she stuck out one beautifully painted finger and beckoned me over.
I approached her.
“Let me see all of you,” she said as she reached down and pulled my shirt over my head and I did the same to her. Her breasts were unrestricted by a bra.
She touched around my pecks and abs as she masturbated. When she moaned I could feel her breath on my neck.
I softly settled my hand on her shoulder and she twitched at my touch. I slowly traced down her neckline and landed my hand on her breast. As I lightly squeezed them and played with her nipples she closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. I could hear her softly muting several gasps of pleasure.
She looked back up from my body to once again meet my eyes and said, “Why don’t we REALLY help each other out?”
Before I could ask another stupid question she lowered herself down to her knees and staired back up at me with an opened mouth smile as she took my cock into her hand and began to stroke it. I let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Her smile got even bigger. She turned her head back to my throbbing erection and opened her mouth in its direction. I could feel the heat of her breath on it. My cock twitched with every exhalation. She pursed her lips together and spit on my penis. Her hands felt amazing already, but with the lubrication it was even better.
Rebecca rose back to her feet and resumed staring into me as she stroked my cock down by her waist. I put one hand softly on her cheek, pushing a lock of her long red hair out of her face as I did, and held her. With the other hand I traced down from her chest to her pussy, feeling all of her as I did. I slid my finger back and forth between her lips. She was incredibly wet. I felt around and explored every inch of her. Slowing I began to slip my middle finger inside. She was incredibly tight, but so wet that my finger felt little resistance. As I slid in to the first knuckle Rebbeca jolted with pleasure and grabbed my arms for support, leaning her head against my chest as she did so.
I paused there for a moment until she, through heavy breaths, said, “Don’t stop.”
She continued to hold me and shake in the same pleasure driven way until I let my finger slide all the way into her. When I began to move my finger back and forth more quickly she let out another muted whimper.
After another moment she leaned back against the wall again, my finger thrusting inside her. She took my cock back into her hand and resumed stroking it, much to my liking. Her vagina was even more wet now. I could feel her fluids flow past my finger and drip onto the floor.
I put my thumb and forefinger from my free hand upon her chin and pulled her face up to mine. Looking into her eyes made my entire body jolt in pleasure. I knew, right then, that I had to have her, all of her. I couldn’t let her get away.
“You know that we’ve gone too far now, right?” I said as we both continued to please each other.
“Y-yes,” she moaned.
“You know I won’t be able to stop now, don’t you?”
“I don’t… don’t want you to.”
As she said those words I felt her entire body melt into mine. She once again grasped my arm with one hand, but this time she continued to stroke my cock as it was pressed between our bodies. We were grinding on each other as we both reached climax. I felt a strong flow of silky wet fluid spray past my fingers, while simultaneously, I erupted ropes of cum up onto Rebecca’s bare stomach and my own. We embraced one another as we came down from our orgasms. I held her with her back pressed against the wall, our arms wrapped around one another. We were both panting heavily, and we were a mess, mostly on my behalf, but neither of us cared.
Rebecca got up on her tip toes and softly placed her warm lips on my cheek. After enjoying that for a split second I saw her head whip back and an expression of surprised horror twist onto her face.
“Oh fuck!” She said.
“What’s the ma-,” I began to say as I released Rebecca from my arms and turned around.
I saw none other than Ashley standing in the doorway of the supply closet wearing a similar horrified expression to Rebecca’s
“Oh fuck!” I said.
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