Un-Aware, or Was She?

It was a Friday afternoon in the office, so work was winding down toward the weekend. Office chatter was beginning to grow as the bosses had left for the weekend.

I, however, was focused on the HR manager as she talked on the phone. I could see her through a picture window on a common wall between our offices. She would laugh at times in her conversation. Her laugh was contagious and to be rather sensual. She was an attractive woman but married, which provoked me to be professional with her. I was very flirtatious with most other girls in the office. Sexually flirtatious!

I wasn’t flirtatious with Chris. She went by Chris, short for Christine. I wanted to flirt with her more than any of the other gals but was afraid it wouldn’t be a well-received flirtation. She may even take it to the bosses.

She finished her phone call with another round of laughter, stood up, and headed down the hall. Most likely to the copy machine. It was my opportunity to take my now-aroused cock out to play with it under my desk when she returned.

She set her copies on her desk and strode into the doorway of my office. There I was, pants and underwear bunched to my knees under the desk. My hand over my cock as if to protect myself from embarrassment. She said, “Hellooooooooo” snapping me out of a spell.

OMG, I was staring at her crotch, and for how long? Her denims were fitted and hugged her in all the right places. Was she going to ask me to follow her somewhere or in some way need me to stand up? I’m sure I was flushed, looking for an excuse for not standing up.

“How long are you staying here today?” she asked.

I answered, “Probably 5:30–6:00ish. Need something?”

She explained that she needed to finish a project and was working late. She didn’t want to be alone. “I’ll stay until your work is completed”, I reassured her.

She returned to her desk and I to my cock stroking. Exhilarated by the near exposure. My cock was now hard as a fucking rock, and I spied it leaking cum. I was going to cum for her, though she was unaware of my activities.

She stood up and walked down the hall again, so I slowed my masturbation. I wanted to orgasm while she sat on the other side of the window. A mere 15 feet away. She was away for a while, and I wondered where she had gone. I was pushed away from my desk enough to see my cock rigid and pooling cum on its tip.

“Just what is going on here?” her voice was right over my shoulder! I twisted to see her standing there, hip cocked with a sly grin. She had silently entered my office through the warehouse door. “It wasn’t locked”, I scolded myself. Her eyes surveyed the scene, from my bunched pants to my glistening cock’s head peeking from my lightly clasped hand. My eyes glanced at my groin and then darted to the hallway. “Everybody has left” she laughed. “I thought you might be playing when I stood in your doorway”. “Your face was beet red and you had a hand under your desk”.

“So, who is your object of fantasy?”, she wanted to know, “And please continue” looking again at my cock. I watched her as she slipped into a chair as if in a movie theatre. “It’s you”. “It’s always been you”, as I found the courage to stroke my cock in front of her. She was shocked. I guess she thought I was going to give up another name.

Now a bit uncomfortable watching knowing she was the subject of desire. “Since when” she demanded, glancing at my cock again. “The first day you strolled into the office”. “I’m pretty sure I jacked off that day too”, I explained with a smile.

“O … M … G…”!!, as she crossed her legs. Maybe she felt violated but continued to watch. My breathing was rapid, and my stroking matched the pace. My eyes found hers in an unspoken proclamation that I was going to have an orgasm for her. My hips began to thrust into my hand as a sign that climax was imminent. She interrupted, “WAIT!”

She uncrossed her legs and scooted the chair closer to me. “I want to know what fantasies you conjure about me in the office. And I want one that you think about the most.”

“OMG”, I blurted out, slowing my thrusting cock to an easy slide. “Those are my secret fantasies!” “I can’t share those with you, especially because they’re about you.”

“I guess I’ll go to the bosses with this office exposure situation.

‘Blackmail,’ I love it.

“Okay, Okay. Hold on. I kind of have this thing for feet. I peeped yours the first time you had open shoes on. A pink manicure on your sexy toes. The second thing I noticed was your toe ring”.

“That sent me over the edge”. “I fantasized about profusely cumming all over that toe and ring while you watched”. She looked down at her foot with the toe ring and back to my cock. Reaching for my cock she said, “I’ll do that.”

In an instant, her soft hand was caressing my throbbing cock. “Stand up”, she said, taking her hand from me. She placed her shoeless, toe-ringed foot on my desktop. She began stroking my ready cock, rubbing it’s tip across her ring and toe. I moaned in ecstasy as her hand slipped more rapidly on my shaft.

Thrusting my hips into her foot, toes, and ring while her fingertip found my cock’s hole. My orgasm was imminent, and she knew it, matching her hand with my thrusts. her hips were thrusting in synchronicity, and I chanced a cupping hand on her ass cheek.

Feeling her thrusting hips in my hand sent me over the edge, and I exploded on her foot. She kept thrusting and stroking at the sight of my climaxing cock.

I wanted the clean-up to take days. Enjoying that my cum was on the foot that I fantasized over for quite a while now. Her hand was gripping my cock as I cleaned, and the thought of it driving into her pussy overtook me.

“I know what you’re thinking”, she said, slipping her sandal back on. “This won’t happen again”, as she fingered my cock’s hole again.

I pulled my pants back on as she strode back out the door that she came in. “My project is complete, so I’m going home to play with my pussy”. she said with a sly, teasing grin.

I saw her return to her desk, gather her things, and leave. I sat there wondering what had just happened. She could still go to the bosses.

She never did.