This happened about five years ago. A young woman named Jenny came to work at our office, and I became obsessed with her. She was small, with a beautiful figure. Her waist was tiny and her ass was like a young boy. Her tits would normally be considered average or even small, but on her slight frame, they looked big. I am a married, balding 50 year old man, and Jenny wasn't even 30, so there would never be anything between us. We became friends, but she never knew the filthy desires I had. She became my jackoff princess. Anytime we had any kind of company function, I was always the one who brought a camera to record the event. I took pictures of everyone of course, but my real purpose was to record Jenny. Over the course of the year and a half she worked there I had taken dozens of pictures of her - bending over, dancing, laughing. Someone told me that at a particularly wide company party she had flashed a boob to someone. God! I wish I had gotten a picture.
Almost every night, after my wife had gone to bed, I would go to the downstairs bathroom and jerk off to pictures of Jenny. I fantasized making love with her. I imagined licking her ass and probing her shit chute with my tongue.
I was in heaven, looking at her pictures and beating my dick.
One day, as suddenly as she arrived, she left the company. She said goodby to me (and everyone else) and was gone. That night I went home to my photos and actually cried. I collected them all up and destroyed them. Time I got a life, I thought.
About six months later I ran into Jenny as we both entered a sandwich shop to have lunch. She invited me to join her and I did. It was all very pleasant, she talked about her new job and asked about her former co-workers. Just as we were about get up and part, I had a sudden urge. I blurted out, 'I used to jerk off thinking about you every night.' She looked at me and said, 'That's disgusting!' Before I could say anything else she turned and walked away. I couldn't believe I had done that. What was I thinking?
That night, the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a familiar voice. 'Frank, what did you think about me when you jerked off?' she asked.
Jenny is now married. But, except for the first five months after her wedding, we have been having consistent (hot!) phone sex for over three years.