It’s impossible to turn down a request of a topless woman when you are standing in front of her with an erection. Caught in the heat of the moment, I did as she asked, pulling them down from the sides, again getting caught, and then at the last minute, releasing it from the waistband. It sprang to attention, sticking straight out, appearing to point up over the top of her head.
She looked at me, up and down, for a long moment. “These need to come down further.”, reaching for my underwear, tugging them to mid-thigh, along with my jeans.
She sat back in her chair, flipped her hair over her back, and pulled her shoulders against the chair, exposing her tits for my viewing pleasure. Her nipples seemed to get harder as she watched me throb, and I certainly felt myself get even stiffer in response to her attention.
“Oh, I want to touch! Is that ok?” She said, more rhetorically than anything else, as she reached for the shaft with her hand. Slowly caressing it. “Mmmmm’, it’s been such a long time since I’ve done this, I forgot how wonderful it is.”
She continued to trace her fingers on the shaft, purring as it moved in response to her touch. “It’s so exciting that you’re reacting to me like this!”
She reached out and ran a finger up and down the shaft, then wrapped her fingers around it, and suddenly began stroking, pumping up and down, watching the head appear from inside her hand with each downstroke.
Oh my god, you’re really hard!” she exclaimed. I looked down her and said “I wonder why?” with that, she leaned back so I had a full view of her chest as she stroked me. “I do not think of myself as being sexy anymore. Nobody looks at me, but now…”
She stopped pumping me for a moment, letting her hand slowly run down me as if she were tracing a delicate sculpture. I quivered in front of her. She reached forward again, one hand around the shaft, and the other reaching around my balls. “I could do that all night!” she sighed. “OK, I’ve got nowhere to be,” I answered. We both laughed wistfully.
Snapping out of our reviriere, she said, “But I can’t.” And sighed again. With that she looked at her hand then looked up, as she showed me her sticky palm, and then licked it clean. “You are really excited!” she pumped faster, paying attention to my moans. Quickly I realized I was at the edge. “I’m about to come!” I whispered.
“Would you like to come on my boobs?” She whispered back. “Guys like that, right?” I thought to myself, “They also like coming in your mouth” but I didn’t say it. I nodded wordlessly.
She scooted toward me, then pulled my cock down, pointing at her collarbones. I started groaning, then realized I should be quiet, I didn’t know how far my voice would carry in the empty office. It didn’t take long for her to pull me to climax. we looked at each other in delight as my cock stiffened in anticipation of the first blast.
Letting go of my balls, she stuck her chest out under me, to catch each shot, right down her breastbone. She pumped faster and faster, encouraging the last couple of spurts, then milked the remaining drops. “Oh my god did we just do that?” I was dazed, trying to retain my composure.
She tugged a couple more times, then reached for a kleenex to get those few remaining drops on the knob. Then she sat back and looked at me, still almost complete erect, while I stared at her tits, rivulets of cum dripping down between them. She grabbed another Kleenex, to start wiping herself off, and I stopped her, “Let me look just another minute longer. What a work of art! And with frosting!” She laughed. “Well, ok…”
“You are still completely hard! she murmered. And you are leaking more! Your balls must have been very full!” “Yeah, it’d been a long time for me, too. ”
She picked up the kleenex again, and I fake whined, “Already?” She giggled, “Maybe you should take a picture…” I wiggled my eyebrows, knowing she was kidding, and then she said, “No really, if you want to, that is.”
I wouldn’t turn that offer down, I’d never see this sight again, so I quickly fished out my phone. I grabbed a couple of pics, and she vamped for me a bit, thrusting her tits out, holding one arm above her head, then turning a bit.
“Could I take one of your cock while it’s still standing up for me?” She asked. At that, I perked up a bit, that was hot. “OK!” She grabbed her phone off her desk and did the same, one from straight on and another from an angle. “You are still leaking, I like seeing your semen drip down the head, it reminds me of you cumming. That is very sexy to me.”
She leaned forward with a kleenex and wiped me clean, then as she pulled my underwear up, just before pulling the waist band over the knob, she craned her neck and gave it a quick kiss. Giggling, she pulled my jeans up and zipped me again, being sure to touch me repeatedly through my pants.
“I think I’ll just go home like this, with your sticky semen on me.” She pulled her top on. “It’s not like my husband would ever notice.”
She stood up. “But I do need to get home. My family is waiting for dinner, thank goodness these reports worked or they would be eating pizza again”
We walked down the hall and she turned to head to the exit. She leaned toward me. “You have a nice dick. Thank you for letting me see it. And touch it. And thank you for getting so hard, that’s the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. I’ll remember this forever!
With that she disappeared through the door. I went to my desk and sat down, just now beginning to shrink, and suddenly remembered, She threw her bra behind those boxes. What was I going to do with it?
The End
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/np95ah/we_mf_did_a_bad_thing_at_the_office_pt_33