After the craziness of Sunday night and Monday, my Tuesday seemed to have fallen a little flat. That was, until Francesca caught me doing something she wasn’t expecting.
***
After my morning shower at work, I got dressed into my blazer and pants, tied my tie and sat at my desk. As my colleagues filtered into the office, we ended up being one member of staff short. Francesca. With no general manager to oversee us, Dennis designated himself with Francesca’s role, and we started the working day as usual.
9.30 am rolled by, and Francesca still hadn’t turned up. Had she gone to see a client and not tell anyone? If she had, that would have been out of character for her (although, who was I to judge what Francesca’s character was?) Office rules dictate that phones are to remain on silent, unless it was work-related, and Dennis was being particular anal about keeping up this rule. The small piece of power he had gained had gone completely to his head; it was a wonder he hadn’t self-combusted with delight.
9.50 am arrived, and so did a message on my phone. From Francesca. Of course it was. Her short message simply read ‘Missing me?’, but the following photo she sent made me shift in my pants. She looked to be in a clothes store changing room, wearing a red dress that wouldn’t look out of place on Jessica Rabbit. It was tight around her waist, and complimented her figure fantastically. I felt my cock growing, and messaged her back saying ‘Fuck yes.’ She sent me back a winking emojii, and told me that she would be in after lunch. I didn’t hear else from her, and tried to hide the growing bulge in my boxers.
***
Lunch was pretty uneventful; I bought a simple sandwich and Pepsi from the cafeteria; and returned to my desk. There was only me in the office, and so I decided to type up yesterday’s events and post it here. I was about halfway through when Francesca came into the office, wearing the same dress I had seen earlier. She looked even better in person, and it took all of my restraint to not come there and then. She gave me a wave, and came over to my desk and sat down.
“What you up to? Anything interesting?”
I minimzed the window, and told her that I was just looking at stuff on Amazon. She asked what exactly I was looking for, and said nothing in particular. She looked at me dead in the eyes, and saw past my lies. She reopened the internet browser with my mouse, and said that I had better not been watching porn.
I mean, at least it wasn’t that, right?
She saw what I had been typing up, and asked me what this was, and I told her it was nothing. She carried on reading, and parted her legs so I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I didn’t know you were writing about this, Chris. Wanking in the shower, and telling the internet about it; you really are a barrel of surprises, aren’t you?”
I started to blush out of embarrassment, and tried to close the window.
“What are you doing? You can’t delete it now. Finish it.”
I was taken aback by this.
“Really?”
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s hot as fuck. David never did anything like this. And besides, I need something new to read.”
I looked at her, to see if she was joking, but when she ordered me to continue, I finished my post under her supervision.
“You really know how to get a girl wet with just words, huh?”
I leant in to kiss her, but she pulled back. “Not here. I’ll text you to come into my office later.”
She held her hand over mine, and pressed the submit button. She walked to her office, and my colleagues reentered the room.
Dennis wolf-whistled in Francesca’s direction. “Hey Francesca, nice dress. Who’s the lucky guy?”
She didn’t answer his question, but both she and I knew the correct response.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4gq4bx/my_boss_wanked_me_off_in_the_showers_at_work
These stories are great bro
Now we’ve got to see the dress, find a link to where she bought it!
Amazing stories man. Now that she seen it she can read them and she can chime in some of her stories along with yours.