Work, Rest and Play

I am often very busy at work, and at times like that I really enjoy what I do. Other times, however, the office is quiet, I get through most of my workload too quickly and I get bored. I like to look around the office, to people-watch. I'm a friendly guy, I talk to anyone and everyone but obviously, people don't disclose everything to mere work colleagues. I like to drift into my fantasy world, and create a 'secret life' for some of my colleagues. Prim Annie is secretly a swinging dominatrix, cuckolding her bank manager husband. Geoff is a fetishist, into piss and other bodily functions. Nice guy Steve is a serial philanderer, a string of affairs to his name. What really gets me hot though is imagining the female contingent of the workforce, naked. I surreptitiously study their figure, their bodies, their style of dress and their general manner and create an image of them, naked, in my head. I often create entire fantasies based on these images. Jessica is around the same age as I am. We have flirted a little, but we are good friends and neither of us would push to take anything any further. She is a little over average height, with short, dark hair, a slender, athletic figure which she keeps in shape through martial arts and cycling, just like me. I have noticed her looking at her mobile 'phone a lot today. She sits opposite me at her desk, and her 'phone is in her left hand, her right below the desk. I cannot see what she is looking at, though her nervous manner tells me that it may be something quite naughty. I imagine that she is studying a porn website, browsing through short videos that are exciting her, or even reading the stories on SoloTouch. I begin to grow in my jeans. My fantasy of Jessica being naughty like this begins to send blood to my groin. I swell as I imagine her own arousal at the delicious things she is doing in my fantasy, being so horny in public, watching porn in work. In real life she looks over at me. She appears flushed and flashes me a grin, or is that my imagination? I'm pushing against the material of my jeans now, tingling at the slight friction. Pretending to be busy I adjust myself, allow my cock a bit more freedom to continue it's expansion. My fingers brush against the tip and I feel my stomach tense, the delicious feeling shoot through my body. I continue to stroke myself, slowly, carefully beneath my desk through my jeans. I'm fully engorged now, the denim moulding itself to my rod. I need to release it, to touch the hard flesh, to stroke myself. I check myself and carefully stand. Making my way to the bathroom. Jessica looks straight at me, her eyes level with my crotch. "Fuck she knows! She can see I have a hard on!" I think to myself, I feel panic rise, but she just smiles, raises her hand from her lap and also stands, walking alongside me toward the bathroom. She walks in silence, but I notice her nipples, standing out through her blouse from her small breasts, the material of her bra and blouse doing little to hide their standing. I glance down and notice the material of her trousers pulled extraordinarily tight at her crotch, the grey wool significantly darker between her legs. My cock pulsates within my jeans. She winks at me as she moves backwards into the ladies room. "Don't forget to wash your hands. Your turn to make the coffee." I hurry to a stall, my hands fumbling with the lock. I imagine Jessica doing the same as I practically tear my jeans down my legs. My prick stands proud from my crotch. Thick and hard, crude as it boorishly thrusts from my body. I sit down, allow my knees to part as I circle my fingers around my shaft. I slowly move my tight skin along the length, up to the crown, then pulling it down tight at the base of my cock. My other hand cradles my bollocks, manipulating them, pulling the scrotum intensifying the burning pleasure now engulfing my manhood. I quicken my pace, in my mind I picture Jessica, just the other side of the wall, in the reflection of my position - knees parted, hands between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit. I feel the first flutters of my oncoming orgasm begin in my belly. I grip harder, stroke faster as the heat builds in my shaft. My balls tense as the first wave of orgasm hits. I continue pumping myself as a thick white stream of semen erupts from me. I amaze myself at how much spurts forth as I continue to pump my cock, pulling on my sac, trying hard to stifle the groan within. Cum continues to bubble from the opening in my crown, pouring down over my fingers. I can't help but grunt, but as I do I'm sure that I hear a moan from the other side of the wall. Finally I'm spent. I clean my still hard cock, as well as the puddle of goo on the tiled floor before redressing myself and washing my hands. I return to my desk, Jessica is still evidently in the bathroom. I grab our mugs and head to the kitchen to make coffee. She passes me on the way, looking decidedly more calm. She looks into my eyes and smiles.