I am married and very much in love with my wife, but I have had a growing attraction to Sheila, a woman I work with, for more than three years now. Sheila is tall and slender with coal-black hair, bright green eyes and chiseled features that etch her girlish smile. She also has one of the best bodies I've ever seen-a dancer's lithe frame but a shapely curve to her hips and ass. We are friends and get along well and, last week, she asked me if I wanted to see pictures from her beach trip to another country.
I sat at her desk to view them on the computer, admittedly hoping that I would see her in a bikini. No such luck. Picture after picture showed her smiling beautifully before splendid ruins and breathtaking vistas, but always in a skirt or demurely clad in pants. Then I saw the last picture: Sheila bent over at the waist, photographed in diaphanous white pants by her boyfriend.
I forgot about Sheila standing behind me and zoomed with the mouse to get a closer look. I felt myself stiffen quickly to a full erection in my pants when I saw that she had no panty line of any kind, just that hot, womanly, sexy ass.
'Are you commando?' I asked her.
She smiled at me and said, 'Oh, yes.'
I literally shuddered as my cock rose in my pants to an unmistakable tent; I imagined she must be shaved, too, if she was going to walk around with pants like that on. I was writhing involuntarily, beads of precum dotted my pants-all within less than a minute.
'Is that typical?' I asked.
'It is,' she confirmed, smiling at my obvious distress. 'It looks like you might need a minute to get it together.'
I blushed. 'I'm sorry,' I started to say...
'Don't be,' she said, putting her hand convivially on my arm as my hand sweatily clung to the mouse. 'Why don't you go to the bathroom and take care of things?'
Omigod. She was asking me to masturbate. I started pulsing with anticipation. I would be risking a lot to walk down the hallway bulging like this, but the bathroom was a one-seater, well insulated by an outer door. I rose slowly to my feet, enjoying her eyes on my sticky, hard, throbbing package.
'Oh,' she said, 'call me from your cell phone when you get there.'
I did-and she talked so dirty to me while I was in the bathroom yanking myself off that I grunted and groaned and shot seven or eight times into the bowl, my balls slapping loudly, all the while telling her how much I wanted her and craved her...
'Good boy,' she told me, and hung up the phone.
We have had some discussions since then and decided that we both could benefit by traveling together on business...