“I wish that maintenance guy would hurry back and change that thermostat,” Alicia said, sitting up straight in her chair. “This heat is brutal.”
Cary looked up as Alicia took her hands and ran them slowly up over her shoulders and beneath her shimmering chestnut locks. She tilted her head back slightly as she lifted her hair off her long regal neck, cooling herself. With her hands holding her hair up, she closed her eyes and slowly rolled her head in circle, a look of blissful contentment on her face. Since her eyes were closed, Cary lowered his gaze and stared blatantly at her chest, the movement of her arms rising to her neck causing her perfectly-shaped tits to tilt up and wonderfully fill out the already tight camisole.
“Oh fuck,” he thought to himself as he looked at the round full shape of her breasts, gorgeously displayed by the alluringly tight piece of lingerie she was wearing. He could clearly see her long nipples through the tightly stretched fabric, the thick bullets pointed directly towards him. His cock felt like an iron bar in his pants, the thick shaft pressing up forcefully against his confining boxers.
“Ummm, that feels better,” Alicia purred, keeping her hands at the back of her head as she rolled her head provocatively in a slow teasing circle. Although it looked to Cary like her eyes were closed, she’d been watching him the whole time through narrow slits, her long eyelashes masking what she was doing. She knew that by bringing her hands up the way she did, it would cause her lush breasts to swell upwards and strain against the camisole. As her hands slipped beneath her hair and her elbows came up, she could feel the cool satin stretching tightly across her chest, just as she’d hoped. She could see Cary staring at her, his eyes shifting from her pretty face to her thrusting breasts, perspiration running down his sweaty brow.
“Uh…yeah. I think that’s good for today. Let’s pick it up Monday,” Cary said hurriedly as he quickly gathered up his files and jacket. In no time flat, he was moving towards the door.
“Uh…okay,” Alicia said in surprise, unsure if Cary even heard her as he darted from her office.
Cary was beside himself. He had never felt this fucking horny in his entire life. He rushed from Alicia’s office and into the closest men’s room. Dropping his stuff on the counter, her hurried into a stall and locked the door behind him. He shoved his pants and underwear down, his throbbing erection snapping up forcefully against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his pulsing boner and within seconds he was spewing thick wads of cum into the toilet bowl.
“Oh…fuck me,” he groaned quietly as he held onto the top of one side of the stall with his free hand while he jacked away at his spitting tool with the other. Glistening gobs of sperm-laden semen shot forth, landing in milky clumps on the surface of the water. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited and came so hard. The exquisite sensations of his climax went on for a long time before finally diminishing. He slumped against the wall as his hand slowed, milking out the last few drops. They fell on the toilet seat that he’d been in too much of a hurry to lift up out of the way, the pearly fluid looking wickedly exciting against the black of the commercial toilet seat. He thought about Alicia, and wondered…he wondered if she could do this to him by just being in the same room with him, what it would be like to really be with her—to have his hard thick cock going off inside her spectacular body rather that in the grip of his own hand. He sighed, praying some day he might have the chance to find out.