Author: toyingwithyou2

(part 2)

This is a continuation of the Friday night story.
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You had a long weekend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and all you could think about was coming back to the office on Tuesday morning. Friday afternoon’s scene kept playing in your head, driving you wild. You had a permanent hard-on all weekend which scored you extra points with your wife, but what you were really thinking about was your boss’s sweet pussy, what it felt like to kneel on the floor in front of her wide open legs. 

Distracted, you park the car and make your way into the elevator in your building. Your cock is already straining against your pants and your heart is beating faster, as the elevator climbs up towards the 7th floor and you wonder what’s in store this morning. Should you say hi first? Should you stop by her office at all, or go straight to yours? You stop in the kitchen to put your lunch in the fridge and sigh with relief when you’re the only one there. You round the corner and are relieved, if somewhat disappointed to see her door is closed. That’s nothing new, though, she’s usually in her first meeting by the time you get in.  Read more »

I wrote this a couple years back and wanted to share it again. Let me know how much you like it.

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You’re in the kitchen at work, waiting for your lunch to finish heating up so you can go back to your desk. You’re leaning against the counter, trying to be discreet about hiding your erection but you can feel your cock straining against your pants and you wonder silently how you’re going to make it back to your office like this. You clasp your hands in front of you, watching the seconds tick by on the microwave screen. Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… she rounds the corner and gives you a smile as she walks into the kitchen. It’s your boss. She opens the fridge and pulls out her lunch bag, takes a glass container out and pops the lid off, setting it on the counter next to the microwave. 

“Any big plans this weekend?” She asks you, turning to the sink and flipping the faucet on, waiting for the water to turn cold. She’s got a water bottle in her left hand and she turns to look at you, waiting for you answer. You shift ever so slightly. You’re uncomfortable as fuck, self conscious and your cheeks are getting warm. You shift your weight from one leg to the other and glance at the microwave again. Ten seconds left. Nine. Read more »