In the last day, I've been "interrupted" in my masturbation by two sexy visitors to our office...
The woman who runs the office next door is a wet dream of mine...short blonde hair, athletic, firm, well-shaped breasts, and pleasantly dominant for all the young interns in her office. Her private office shares a wall with mine, and I'm masturbated many times while listening to her voice in private conversation with a young woman or man. I was masturbating at about 6:30 pm last evening, thinking I was alone in the building, when there was a knock on the door. It could only have been her. I quickly pulled up my pants, thinking that any delay would be suspicious, and opened the door with a full tent. She glanced down (I think) and I immediately wrapped myself around the jamb with the door ajar to hide my erection. She wanted to talk about some small maintenance issues, and I suddenly had a rush feeling between my loins, aroused and suddenly able to feast my eyes on the object of my arousal--to not just hear her voice, but gaze in her blue eyes, enjoy her cleavage, and know that she was watching me. I lost the extreme hard-on, but my body flooded with blood, embarrassed and emboldened, both.
We finished and she left, and I locked the door and pulled down my pants. I had some pictures saved of naked women like her, and for the next two hours I hovered on the brink of orgasm, remembering our encounter. Finally, when I wanted to cum so, so badly, I opened the door, stood in the vestibule, and pumped my sperm onto her door. I left it there for a while, while I relaxed and ate something, and then cleaned it up. Perhaps the smell lingers, just slightly.
This afternoon, I returned to an empty office and had just begun to masturbate when there was another knock on the door. Again I quickly pulled up my pants, and it was a sales rep who frequently drops by. She's an attractive big, breasted woman, slightly plump with beautiful curls and ample cleavage. My boner was not as obvious as the night before, but present and feeling good, and I immediately invited her in and we sat, not at my desk, but in easy chairs next to each other. For half an hour we talked while I felt my cock swelling and relaxing over and over as my mood shifted between business and the pleasure between my legs. When she left, I immediately pulled down my pants and this time, instead of edging, I was so aroused by her long presence next to me, that I stroked harder and harder until I shot sperm, drenching without thinking of it, the catalog she had left. Now, an hour or so later, I am masturbating again...and plan on having a great evening!