[MF] Staci gave me the best going away present

The first time I met my soon-to-be new boss, Staci, I was in a pissy mood…see my employer was making some layoffs and reorganizing some departments. I had been holding down a really sweet, laid-back position for a couple of years, and they were pulling me off that to work with this new woman who sounded like an uptight stick in the mud. We did not really embrace a traditionally “corporate” culture around the company, and Staci just exuded corporate…ness. I figured this transition was really going to suck.

All that being said, the first time I actually met Staci in person, I was surprised by how attractive she was. She was in her early 30s, and looked like she was in pretty good shape. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a milky white pale skin tone that, over time, I found myself very attracted to. Throughout our time working together, whenever I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her breasts it always seemed like they were deceptively big. Maybe it was just the general professionalism of her attire…I really don’t know how she hid them so well. I didn’t get a peek very often, but over time I began to savor it whenever I did. She had this cute little freckle on the inside curvature of one of them that I would always try and spot on those lucky days.

Over time, working for Staci ended up not being as bad as I feared it would be. Despite maintaining a high level of professionalism, she was actually very down to earth and easy to talk to. We were just a two-person team, trying to build a new department from the ground up. We spent a lot of time working in close proximity to one another, which led to a lot of personal conversations. They were never about anything inappropriate…just getting to know one another. We shared quite a few interests & ideals, and I quickly realized that we meshed really well.

For the next two years, it stayed just like that…Working together as professionals, very platonic ya know? All the while, however, I began to develop quite a crush on Staci. I found myself falling for her as a person, not just as the object of any sexual desire I had for her. I let myself fantasize about her a ton…replacing actors in porn with mental images of her, chasing down any erotica about fucking your boss that I could find, and even sometimes just straight up masturbating to regular old pictures of her from her Facebook. I knew it was getting a tad out of hand, and that I never had any kind of shot with this woman…but I couldn’t help myself.

Interlude: concurrently, around this time of my life I was developing with some pretty interesting sexual proclivites. One of which was I started jacking off at work a *lot*. It started off innocently enough…one day I just needed to let off some steam, and a smoke wasn’t going to cut it. I ducked into a rarely-used bathroom and hurriedly pulled up the first video on YouPorn that my phone would load, jacked off into some rolled up paper towel, and spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if anyone else could feel the shame exuding off of me. The habit didn’t take long to spiral out of control, and it got to the point where I couldn’t get through most work days without getting off. I began to be more and more “bold” with how I jerk off at work. I would sneak in to empty offices, intentionally leave bathroom doors/stalls unlocked, and even got to the point where I wouldn’t cum into anything…I’d just shoot it onto the floor and clean up afterwards. The whole thing was really quite thrilling, despite how shameful I sometimes felt it was, and I kept pushing the boundaries further and further as time went on.

Anyways…a couple of years had passed, and much had stayed the same with my employer, my relationship with Staci, and my masturbation habits. Then one day, out of the blue, Staci was let go. I hadn’t been involved in any of the discussions when this decision was made, and I actually wasn’t even at work the day that she was told…I was at home, sick. I remember our Operations Director called and told me, it felt like a kick in the gut. From a professional standpoint, moving on without Staci was going to suck…but I was more so just really sad that I wouldn’t get to continue to indulge all of my fantasies that I had related to her. He told me that they gave her two weeks to prep her exit.

Most of the following two weeks passed in surprisingly normal fashion. There were some somber conversations and some emotionally charged moments, but mostly the focus was on prepping me to run the department by myself. That all changed the afternoon before Staci’s last day…

The early afternoon was dragging on, and the urge to masturbate hit me like a ton of bricks. I stole away to my favorite bathroom, which was kinda private-ish, but it was unfortunately occupied. I made the decision to go use the more public bathroom, which was closer to the break room. I was feeling particularly brazen that day, and decided not only was I going to leave the door unlocked, but I was going to just cum naturally, on to the floor of the bathroom. The excitement from such a dangerous session had me nearly fully rock hard before I had even shimmied my jeans down. I opened Reddit, and started scrolling through all of my favorite NSFW subs, trying to find something solid. Eventually, I landed on a gif of Mia Malkova, one of my favorite pornstars, doing some of her trademark insane acrobatic positions. They highlighted her ass wonderfully, and I was really getting into it. I felt that familiar tingle coming on, and rather than try and finish as quickly as possible I decided to edge a little bit, savoring the thrill of what I was doing. At this point I switched to long and slow strokes, paying every inch of my cock equal attention, trying to resist the urge to cum. I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer. After another couple minutes of bringing myself to the brink of release and teasing myself back down, I finally decided it was time. It only took a couple of swift strokes before a glorious shot of semen erupted from the head of my cock, splattering the floor. I shoved my hips forward, trying to prevent any of it from landing on my boxers or jeans, and just kinda held that position for a bit, milking the last bit of ejaculate out. It was definitely one of the hardest orgasms I’d ever had at work.

While I was in that position, I heard three quick raps on the door. I jolted, freaking out, and before I could even say a word, the door started to open. *I’m done for* was the sole thought that passed through my mind before I saw who it was…Staci! What the fuck! I shouted in surprise around the same time that she saw what was going on. Her eyes passed from my face to my quickly deflating dick in my hand, to the large puddle and droplets of semen covering the bathroom floor. A look of shock registered on her face, and she quickly scrambled back out the door. Didn’t say a word. I was shaking…mostly just angry at myself for being so stupid. I had been tempting fate for so long and loving every minute of it…how could I not have expected this to happen? With those thoughts swirling around in my head, I hurriedly cleaned up and got out of there.

An hour passed of my just hiding in my office. Kristi’s was down the hall, and we were supposed to have one final wrap-up meeting…I had agreed to stay late that day so she could focus on packing up and saying goodbyes and whatnot on her actual last day. I thought about skipping out, and just blowing her off. I honestly just thought about leaving work and never coming back, unsure of who she would tell (if anyone). Eventually, though, I realized something…I wanted to try and keep Staci as a professional contact. I figured all chances of her agreeing to be a reference for me were blown, but I at the very least didn’t want this to be her last memory of me after years of doing solid work together.

The time for our meeting came, and I gingerly knocked on her door. “Come in!” she said, in her usual cheery tone. Maybe we’d be able to just ignore it, I thought hopefully, the familiarity of her voice making me forget that she had literally just seen me cumming on the bathroom floor. Fat chance.

I walked in to her office, and I immediately knew how wrong I was. We weren’t gonna ignore this shit. She had this stern look about her that said “We need to talk.” I took a seat, hesitant to say anything. After a moment of awkward silence, she kicked things off.
“Look, I’m sorry about what just happened in the bathroom…” Woah…an apology? That was not where I expected this to go…she proceeded to explain that the women’s restroom was occupied, and she didn’t want to walk to the other side of the build, so she just tried the men’s room and figured it was safe when the door was unlocked.

Interesting. *SHE* was the one doing the explaining. This definitely helped me relax a little bit. After she finished talking, she looked at me expectantly. My turn to apologize, I gathered. Definitely a fair expectation. I started mumbling some incoherent string of words…something about how I was really embarrassed, and thought I had locked the door. It might have been the worst apology known to man. When I couldn’t think of anything else to say, I looked up and noticed that she was staring me down pretty intensely. I knew Staci, and I knew that my apology hadn’t done the job. I took a deep breath, reminded myself that I was probably never going to see this woman again, and figured I’d just explain myself.

“Look…sometimes when I’m work, I feel like I can’t get through the day without getting a little bit of a release. Yea, I’ll have a cigarette now and then, but lately I’ve been feeling more and more like…what you saw…is the only way I can get back to concentrating on what I need to do. You never should have had to see something like that, and I’m really sorry you did.”

“Who said I was upset about seeing it?” came her reply. I stopped cold. What the fuck did she just say? Was I going crazy? Did she just imply that she had no problem with literally walking in on the tail end of me jerking off? I began to stammer again, not really knowing what to say in response. Fight or Flight kicked in, and I decided it was just time to get the fuck out of there. Fast. In fact, I wasn’t even going to explain myself, I just stood up and started to exit her office.

I swear it felt like I only had my back turned to her for a second…how what happened next was even humanly possible, I’ll never know. The chair I was sitting in was only 1 or 2 feet from the door, but somehow she got up from her desk and managed to beat me to it. I had turned the handle and was about to pull it open when I see her hand fly past my shoulder and plant firmly on the door, clearly preventing me from opening it. I turned around, shocked and barely registering what was happening, to see her glaring crossly at me.
“Sit back down. We’re not done talking about this.” I immediately took a seat again. I was flummoxed, and really kinda freaking out at this point. “Zaul…do you think that I’m an idiot?” she asked me. This seemed like the beginning to an odd line of questioning, but at least I had my wits about me to know the automatic answer to that question…”No. Of course not.” “Really?” she replied, “That’s interesting. I get the feeling that you think that I have no idea how often I catch you checking me out.”

Gulp. Silence. Blank stare. She continued, knowing she’d caught me off guard, “Zaul…you’re pretty bad at hiding it.” By now, I still didn’t know if I was in trouble. This conversation had gone completely off the rails, but I still didn’t have any indication that she wasn’t still extremely upset over what had happened. Turns out I’d get my answer sooner rather than later.

As I was sitting there trying to compose some type of reasonable response to Staci revealing that she’d been catching me checking her out for the better part of our time working together, she slowly rolled her desk chair back a bit, and raised her legs up on to the desk. She crossed them at her ankles, and assumed an extremely casual pose, like she was reclining. Figuring that the cat was out of the bag, I decided to take one last look. I drank up every inch of her, starting with her toes. Her toenails were always perfectly manicured, and today was no exception. They were peeking out of some kind of high-heel sandals she had on, and her bright red nail polish contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. My gaze followed slowly up her perfectly shaped calves, noticing for the final time how meticulously she must have shaved her legs every day. Staci really was a hell of a woman; always perfectly primped and groomed.

This whole exchange lasted maybe 10 seconds. Staci cleared her throat, drawing my attention back up to her face. She was wearing a wicked little smile…and while I was surprised, it made me feel comfortable. Whatever the fuck was going on, at least she was smiling. That must be a good thing, right? Whatever it meant, I figured the ball was clearly out of my court at this point. My nerves steeled for the moment, I just met her eye contact and waited for her to speak. I was content to wait as long as necessary…her emerald green eyes really were one of her best features. Finally, she spoke. “Look, I’m not here to help you act out some clichéd fantasy you may have about fucking your boss. I’ve always respected you as a colleague, zaul, but have never really thought about you that way…”

My heart leapt up into my throat. This was a roller coaster ride that I just never thought I’d be on. Hell, just five minutes ago I thought my entire world was going to crash down around me, and now my soon-to-be ex-boss is acknowledging the fact that I wanted to fuck her brains out? My head was swimming. “That being said, what I just saw has me thinking that I don’t know you as well as I thought. Plus, I never suspected that you would be have such an impressive…umm…” she nodded towards my crotch.

Boom. Done. There was no hiding the shock in my eyes. If everything up until that point had been a roller coaster ride, the cart had now officially jumped off the rails. I figured I had a split second to make my mind up…I could shy away from this, pretend it wasn’t heading where it seemed to be heading, and get the hell out of there. Or…I could grab the bull by the horns and just say “fuck it,” and see what happens. In all honesty, I seriously considered option #1 for a bit…I really was a little uncomfortable with all of this, and truthfully had NO idea how to proceed. Mentally, I flipped a coin. Heads and I would bounce, tails and I would see this out. Mental coin flips are bullshit, though…that thing had a 100% chance of landing on tails. I took a deep breath, tried to compose myself, and answered.

“I guess getting caught wasn’t as bad as I’d thought” As I said this, I leaned forward across her desk, and reached out towards her legs, which were still resting up on the desk. I lightly let a couple of my fingertips rest upon one of her ankles, and gently started to trace patterns across her creamy skin. I’ve been with a lot of women who were plenty concerned about their appearance from head to toe…and maybe it was just the adrenaline pumping and pheromones flying around, but Staci really had some of the smoothest skin I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. I figured it was probably a cheesy move and line, but whatever…I couldn’t come up with anything better.

“Ah, ah” I heard, like from a scolding teacher. I withdrew my hand immediately, scared I had misinterpreted her signal. I looked up, and that devilish smile had returned. “Here’s the deal. I got to see you, and it’s only fair that you see me do the same. That’s all I’m offering…a 1 for 1 trade.” As she said this, she uncrossed her ankles, and spread her legs across the corner of her desk. She had a knee-length flowy kind of skirt on that parted like the heavens and bunched up around her thighs as she leaned farther back in her chair. As she did this, my dick went from 6 to 12 nearly instantly, especially once it was revealed that she was not wearing any panties.

She wasted no time moving her hands down to her pussy. With one hand, she spread her lips open using two fingers. With her other hand, she gently started massaging her clit with her pointer and middle fingers. I marveled at Staci’s pussy as she played with herself. Once again impressing me, she had a perfectly shaved thin patch of golden blonde pubic hair. Every other inch of her looked like it had been waxed. As she continued to play with herself, she scooted as far forward in her chair as she could, which made a little bit of her ass peek out between her legs, which nearly had me literally drooling.

Instinctively, my hand immediately went to my dick, pawing at it through the fabric of my jeans and boxers. I was so focused on watching Staci that I really wasn’t able to pay attention to much else. She began to let out low, breathy moans. Her eyes were closed, and I almost got the feeling that she was no longer even registering my presence in the room. Her chest was heaving, and every third or fourth time she would massage her clit, I could see her entire lower half twitch with pleasure. Her pussy was sopping wet at this point, as a tiny little trail of pussy juice was slowly meandering its way down towards her asshole. Once she was that wet, she would stop focusing on her clit every once in a while, sliding her fingers down the length of her mound and into that glorious gaping hole. Once inside, it was clear she was tickling her g-spot, as she would thrust her hips forward towards her hand a little bit, and her spasms would get more intense.

After a while, her low moans turned into more pronounced expressions of pleasure. They were jarring, as if they were desperate to get out of her as fast as possible. As her cries began to echo off the walls of her office, I instinctively looked over my shoulder. The door was closed, so I wasn’t seeing anything anyways, but the thought struck that I wasn’t 100% sure that we were alone. 99% of the time our co-workers cleared out RIGHT at quitting time, but I obviously didn’t know for sure. At that point though, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t pulling myself away from this for anything.

This caused me to snap out of the trance that Staci had put me in, and I realized that rubbing myself through my jeans just wasn’t cutting it. I wasn’t going to be able to get in to my jeans and still lean forward to enjoy as much of the show as I could, so I decided I needed to rearrange. I rotated the chair ninety degrees, so I could stick my legs out without hitting the back of the desk, and scooched it as close as possible, so I could still see. Then, I undid my jeans, pulled them down a bit, and sprang my dick out of my boxer shorts. I had had more than enough time to recharge the batteries, so I knew I would need to pace myself.

None of what I was doing seemed to affect Staci. In fact, I still got no indication that she even knew I was in the room anymore. By the time I was situated and stroking myself, she’d stopped parting her pussy lips and had moved that hand up to her breasts. Rather than go over her shirt, she’d actually gone up through the bottom of it, and pushed her hand up and under her bra, grasping at her breast desperately. While it didn’t give me a view of everything, I did get a great view of her perfectly toned tummy, and every once in a while would catch the slightest glimpse of one of her tits as she moved her hand around. With her other hand, she was full-on fucking herself at this point. She had three fingers up inside of her, and they made this incredible *schluk schluk schluk* sound as she started fingering herself faster and faster.

Finally, I saw Staci’s toes start to curl against the pads of her sandals. She threw her head nearly completely back, mouth agape, and let out literally a guttural *cry*, howling with pleasure. As she fucked herself even harder, I began to try and match her stroke for stroke. I was getting close, and definitely was trying to time our orgasms to happen together. As I saw her legs start to buckle in, and her fingering begin to reach a fever pitch, I finished myself off and let a thick stream of cum shoot up and over my hand, landing all over my jeans. Staci came about thirty seconds later, screaming with pleasure and twitching spasmodically in her desk chair. I don’t even know how she was sitting on it anymore, her ass had scooted so far forward, the chair slick with her cum. My eyes were glued to her as she pulled her fingers out of her snatch. They were soaked in her semi-clear pussy juices, and I felt like I could cum again just watching her cool down from what was obviously a very intense orgasm.

Finally, she straightened herself up a bit, and opened her eyes, flashing me a gorgeous look of satisfaction. Her eyes widened as she saw me sitting there, cock in my hand, semen plastered all over my jeans. If she was surprised to see my member again, she only let it show for a split second. Barely even acknowledging me, she said she was going to clean herself up and walked out of the office. Just like that. I sat there in stunned silence for maybe five minutes. I found some tissues and wiped my hand off, but there was really no progress to be made on my jeans without water and something heavier. I started wondering where Staci was…it certainly didn’t seem like it should take this long to wash her hands and wipe down. Then, a thought struck…Was she…waiting for me? Trying to turn it around and prompt me to walk in on *her* in the bathroom now?

I poked my head out of the office and hollered out to see if anyone was there. No response. Feeling *very* confident at this point, I headed to the bathrooms and tried the women’s handle. Unlocked. I opened the door, and…empty. No one home. Puzzled, I was about to turn around and just go back to her office when I noticed the soft strip of light coming from under the men’s bathroom door. I smiled, and went and tried the handle. Unlocked. Jackpot!

I peeked my head into the bathroom, and Staci was sitting on the sink counter, completely nude. What a sight to behold. She had her palms resting backwards with her shoulders thrust slightly forward, pushing her breasts together. They were perfect. She was certainly at least a D cup, possibly larger. They hung low, and heavy…picture-perfect huge naturals. She had these pale, puffy nipples that looked like they would be a joy to suckle on.

The time for talk was clearly over. There was no more coyness, no more bargains and, frankly, no more limits. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the pile of her clothes already in the corner. Not even bothering to kick my shoes off, I sidled over to her, undid my jeans and let them fall to the ground. She grabbed me around my back, pulling her in close to her, and grabbed ahold of the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them all the way down to my ankles in one swift motion. As she did this, she had to lean forward into me slightly. I felt the weight of her tits brush up against my stomach, and my cock began to stiffen.

This drew all of her attention to my member, which she proceeded to caress gently with her perfectly manicured hands. I closed in to kiss her, catching a hint of a scent that I had never before noticed on her. Whether it was from all of her sexual arousal from earlier or a perfume I’d just never noticed, I had no idea where it was coming from. All I knew was that it was intoxicating as I moved in to kiss her. We stayed like that for quite a while, actually…just passionately making out while she stroked and caressed me. It was clear that her intent was not to make me cum yet, but at one point I came pretty close when she reached one hand in between her legs, wetting her fingers with her pussy juices. She smeared her hand all over my cock, causing me to give a shudder of ecstasy of my own as her slippery hand ran the length of my shaft.

Finally, I couldn’t stand not fucking her any longer. Using both hands, I pried her legs open, causing her to gasp in surprise and flash me a smile. I scooted her ass forward a little. It was impossible not to notice how easily she slid forward; she must have literally been sitting in a pool of her own wetness. I tried to toy with her for a bit, rubbing the head of penis against the opening of her pussy. Almost instantly, the tip of my cock was soaked. She must not have been in the mood for games, though, as she quickly grabbed the base of my erection and guided me inside of her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Taking her hint that this was no time to fuck around, I started thrusting as deep as I could inside of her. She collapsed into me a little bit, burying her head in my shoulder and wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her fingernails dig into the flesh of my back, which only spurred me on to fuck her even harder.

Despite having cum only minutes beforehand, I quickly realized that I wasn’t going to last very long. I tried to slow down, pace myself…I wanted this to last as long as possible. Sensing what I was doing, Staci playfully slapped my ass, and told me not to slow down. “I don’t care how long you last, just fuck me as hard as you can” she breathed heavily in to my ear, which was all the urging I needed to keep pounding as deep into her as I could. She pushed herself up and off of me, leaning back on the vanity. She guided one of my hands down to her clit, silently begging me to stimulate her clit while I fucked her sweet little pussy.

When I complied, she began to shudder and shake, just like when she was fingering herself. With each shudder, I could feel the walls of her snatch contract around my cock, seemingly trying to milk the cum out of me. After about another minute before I could tell that that time was fast approaching. When I said out loud that I was close to cumming, she slapped my hand away and began to take care of rubbing her clit herself. “Wait for me, I want to cum together…” Easier said than done. I was surprised I’d made it as long as I had. Without stopping, I tried distracting myself by exploring her body with my hands. I started by massaging her firm thighs. I let my hands explore and massage every inch of her…her perfectly toned stomach, her heavy natural tits, and her puffy little nipples. I leaned down and gently started flicking my tongue across the surface of them, then circling around them.

Alternating between breasts, I began to pinch and bite her nipples gently, twisting them between my teeth and flitting my tongue across them. As I did this, the contractions of her pussy started to come harder and faster, and before she could even say anything I knew she was close. I figured I had about ten or fifteen good pumps left in me, so I gave her everything I had, fucking her as deep and as hard as I could muster. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back any longer…I gave a short grunt, and my knees started to buckle a bit. She could feel it.

“No more wasting it, fill me with your cum this time…”

I grabbed as much of her ass as I could, surprised by how petite it felt in my hands, and pulled her in to me as close as I could. My cock erupted inside of her, simultaneously feeling her contract and shake violently around me. Neither of us was able to control the moans and gasps that were coming out of our mouths as we climaxed at the same time. She had her head buried in my shoulder again, breathing heavily. I kind of collapsed on top her, still standing up. After about a minute of just resting like that, I pulled my now flaccid penis out of her. As I did, I couldn’t believe the river of semen that was leaking out of her pussy and pooling around the crack of her ass. I just didn’t think I had it in me after having already cum twice that afternoon. We kissed a little more, and cleaned ourselves up. She actually asked me to leave the bathroom part way through, so she could attend to some things.

I made my way back to her office and waited for her there. Once she finally came back, she looked like she’d just finished getting ready for work in the morning…perfectly coiffed, not even a hair out of place. What a woman. She leaned down as she passed my chair, gave me a long and passionate kiss, and smiled at me.

“I think I’ll definitely miss you a little more now…” she said, smiling sadly. I tried to stammer something out about how we could see one another again, that she wasn’t moving away or anything. She looked at me like I was a puppy who just didn’t know any better. At this point, it seemed clear…this was likely a one-time thing. Hard not to say that that hurt a little bit. There wasn’t much small-talk after that as she politely gave me the boot by saying she needed to pack up and head home.

She did come in the next day, but was only around for about an hour. Instead of having a big good-bye party that some of the staff had planned, she sent a mass e-mail out thanking us, but apologizing for leaving early. Something about it being too emotional to face everyone.

That was three weeks ago. As luck would have it, though, that afternoon was actually *not* the last time that Staci and I would see one another. But that’s a story for another day.

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