I was standing at the opening of her cube, half in, half out. I looked down the hallway, and though I didn’t see anyone, I thought it would be safer if I moved into her cube a bit. I could still see over the wall, in order to spot someone approaching, but I thought I better to keep the bottom half of my body completely out of view. As I stepped in, I inadvertently pressed against her hand such that her whole hand spread itself over my zipper, palm squarely over the ridge in my jeans.
She gave me a firm squeeze, saying, “You are SO hard! We always wondered what you would be packing (the distinctly American phrase rolling off her Russian accent in a starkly erotic way) but never thought one of us would find out.”
She giggled, then let go, leaning back, she glanced at her screen. “Those reports still are not done! I wonder if you could slow them down even more?” And began tracing her finger tips along the bulge, toward my hip. Arriving at the knob, she began playing with the ridge, “I can see – and feel – a lot of detail! Are you not wearing underwear?”
With that I instinctively cleaned, causing her to squeal. “It moved! Please do that again!” I clenched again on purpose, causing my cock to move under her fingertips. She ran her finger tip around the outline of the knob. “Mmmmm” then she went back down the shaft to the base of my zipper and began to caress my balls, one, then the other, the both, using all her fingers. reaching underneath with all four fingers, slowly moving up and over, then squeezing the base of the shaft, and then starting to stroke it. “Do you like that? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I mean, yes, I mean…” we both laughted as I thrust my hips toward her. “You did not answer my questions, it feels like you do not have anything on underneath. Maybe I should find out myself!”
She turned her chair to face me, exposing her vneck straight on to my view. And then without warning she unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, pulling the sides apart and tugging my jeans down a bit. “Oh, you are!” as she stretches her fingers out over the taut nylon.
“It is getting warm in here, they turn the air off after 5. ” I hadn’t noticed until she mentioned, but she was right, I was quite flushed. “Do you think anyone is here?” “I haven’t seen anyone.” “Can you check? Do you not have a program to see if anyone is still logged on?”
“Yeah, sure, let me go look.” I looked down, and she said, “Oops” laughed, and zipped me up quickly. I started walking down the hall, to feel her coming up behind me. “My reports are done, I can go get them.”
Walking a half step behind me, she suddenly grabbed my ass, and whispered loudly, “Mmmm, nice and firm. I have wanted to do that for a long time! All the women here have. And probably a one or two of the men!!!” She squeezed again, harder, and added, “And I get to be the one. If they only knew!”
She turned a corner to the printing room and I continued to my cube. “Am I really doing this?” I thought to myself. “WHAT am I doing?” But inertia kept me moving, and I popped open an admin console and checked workstation status. There were three logged in, us 2 and Pat, a supervisor of another department, at almost the other side of the office.
I felt her presence behind me. “Who is that?” she pointed at the entry in the list that clearly was neither of us. “Oh, that’s Pat. The the guy in the office next to the kitchen. “Oh, him, he never comes down here! With that, she put her papers on her desk, cupped my balls with her fingers and squeezed. “It is warm over here too!”
And then she suddenly pulled her blouse up over her head. She looked amazing, bright red bra and substantial firm tits wanting to burst out. She smiled as I did a double take, squeezing my balls at the same time.
“We should still go back to my cube.” She turned away, and picked up her reports and her blouse, and walked out. Then she stopped for a moment, shrugged, and suddenly her bra straps fell off her shoulders. She looked back at me, tossing her bra over the cube wall to the far end, landing behind a stack of boxes. “Better hurry!” and she disappeared.
I quickly secured my screen and then followed. I could see her a couple workstations ahead of me, bare back and silver hair down past her shoulders. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and what a tease she was, this demure, mature woman I never would have suspected had a serious naughty side. By the time I caught up, she was in her cube, facing away. She was sitting with her her back turned to me. “Rebekah?” I asked, invitingly. She spun around, hands on the arms of her chair, legs crossed, silver hair pulled behind her shoulder, exposing for the first time her bare breasts. And they were just as perfect as I imagined from the view of her bra.
Larger than expected, firm, with a bit of expected sag, made her look more natural and very much more desirable Large dark aerola, hard nipples in the center. Absolutely perfect.
“It’s a shame you have to keep covered up. You are a work of art!” She blushed, holding her shoulder back. “Do you really think so?”
I looked at her questionally, as if so say are you kidding me?
She dropped her eyes to my pants and said, “Come here, I have to continue.” Before I could move, she roller her chair to me and unzipped me again, tugging my jeans down to mid thigh.
She rubbed her hands over the smooth nylon covering my still meaty dick, tracing the outline of the contours. “You really like my boobs, do you not? It’s been a long time since I have had the effect on anyone. My husband does not even look at me, he does not get aroused either.”
“I’m sorry! That’s like having a classic restored ‘Vette in the garage and driving around an old minivan. Who would do that?”
She kept running her fingertips over the bulges, the shaft, knob, balls, all tucked tightly in my snug briefs.
After stroking me several times and squeezing my balls, she asked “Is it ok if I look? I want to see it.” in her sexy Russian accent. Without waiting for me to answer, she slipped her fingertips in the sides by my hips. She slowly pulled them down, letting the waistband catch on my cock, pulling it down like a spring loaded lever.
As it was about to spring out, she looked up at me, and said, “I cannot wait to see it!” She kept tugging, but couldn’t get it to spring out on its own. “Does that hurt? It looks like it hurts. Maye you should do it for me.” She looked up at my eyes and then back down, and raised her eyebrows, as if to say, “Go on, I’m waiting…”
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