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"The Towel"

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"The Towel" by Blurunner@hotmail.com (Blurunner@hotmail.com)I had been working at a Photo Agency in Boston for about a year. We did news, sports and PR assignments around the city and it was my vehicle to break into the working world of photography. As well as doing photo assignments I was also in charge of assigning other photographers to jobs and making sure darkroom work was getting done. She was hired as assistant to the owner and receptionist. She was almost as tall as I (about 6' 2") in her heels and she had intense green eyes that were startling in their beauty and the directness of their gaze. The heat built slowly between us. I was married at the time and she actually started dating one of the other Photographers. Glances lingered and conversations became more intimate. My blue jeans got tighter and the number of buttons left undone on the slits of her skirts increased.We started casually brushing against each other as we passed in the halls, innocently at first but over time the contact became more definite and more erotic. My arm would brush against her breast and she would look into my eyes and push her soft breast harder into my arm. As we passed in the office her hand would accidentally brush against my crotch. She would let her skirt ride up her thigh and smile at my appreciative gaze.Being a completely healthy young man these encounters usually engendered an immediate erection. The outline of my hard cock would be immediately obvious under the tight jeans stylish at the time. She would always notice and her beautiful green eyes would light up and a smile would cross her lips, and my cock would get even harder. I was not however so enthusiastic about showing off my excitement to the rest of the staff. Fortunately the darkroom was stocked with white hand towels to dry our hands after taking prints from the wash. I took to always carrying a towel on my shoulder to quickly dry my hands or casually cover the bulge in my pants which ever was necessary. As time passed the towel was spending more time hiding my erect cock than drying my hands. The lingering contact became more frequent and bold until I could hardly stand it. But there were lines we did not cross... Until about 3:00PM one Friday afternoon. I felt like I had been hiding my hard cock behind the towel for hours when she slid up next to me took my hand in hers, slid it inside the slit of her skirt and said, "touch me". I slowly moved my hand across her thigh, I could feel the heat of her pussy before I even touched her. I have never felt wetness like that before. Her panties were soaked, her juices had even started to run down her leg. I thought I would faint. Of course the phone rang or a photographer entered the studio,... we separated.I was shaking like a leaf, as the next two hours dragged by I could concentrate on nothing but that incredible wetness. To know that she was as turned on as I made me crazy with desire. 5:00 PM arrived and everyone had left for the weekend except she and I. I approached her desk and once again felt that incredible wetness. She moaned with pleasure at my touch, smiled but pushed my hand away and said that she had to go home. Her eyes dropped to the aching bulge in my pants she lightly ran her hand over my hard cock and smiled and once again said she had to leave. My eyes bulged as much as my erection, she just smiled.I simply said, "I have to do something about this, now", and ran my hand over my hard swollen cock.I didn't look back I just walked down the hall to the lunch room, leaned back against the table and with shaking fingers undid the button of my jeans and slowly lowered the zipper and eased out that hard throbbing cock that had been crying for attention all day. I just closed my eyes and started stroking it sending waves of pleasure through my body. I opened my eyes and she was standing in the doorway, those bright green eyes staring and a smile on her lips.I had never been in this situation before, I was embarrassed, but way to aroused to turn back, and I felt like I had never been so hard or so big in my life. I motioned for her to come closer, she shock her head no and her eyes dropped to my cock and I knew she wanted me to finish. I wet my hand with saliva and worked the wetness over my cock thinking of her wetness. I was so near orgasm but I tried to prolong the moment moving my wet hand with teasing slowness, my cock standing out and throbbing like never before. In a minute I could take it no longer and let the orgasm ripped through my cock and my whole body. Cum spurted from the swollen head covering my fist with pearly white wetness, it shot again and again. I kept staring into her eyes as the cum dripped down my hand. She walked over holding my gaze and with one finger touched the wetness on the head of my cock and and brought it to her lips. " You're wonderful ", she said, turned around and this time really went home.That was the start of a strange and wonderful affair that went on and off and on for years and years.I hope you enjoyed this tale, if you did send me a note. I'd love to share more. Blurunner@hotmail.com