Rochelle

I am currently sitting at work and have just returned from beating my meat in the restroom.

Rochelle is a woman in her twenties that works in the same open-plan office set-up that I do. She is stunning, even though she carries a bit of excess weight. I had two glimpses of her this morning that forced me to the restroom.

The first one was just after we came in this morning. She's wearing a thin blouse with the two top buttons undone. She was leaning over a neigbouring desk facing mine and I looked down the blouse. I saw her boobs hanging down covered in a cream coloured bra. Bliss... I couldn't make out anything else except her soft and voluptuous boobs spilling over the top. I would guess a 36 or 38 C with a little sag.

The second occasion was when she was squatting at the copier refilling the paper drawer. She's wearing a soft pair of pants and with her legs slightly spread I could see the fabric stretching over her fanny and pushing her labia to one side. I stared without her seeing what I was looking at and took a mental snapshot.

I held a document in front of myself when walking to the restroom to hide the stiffie I got. I locked myself in the cubicle, took out my six-incher and started stroking. Less than a minute and with my eyes closed I shot my load over the toilet. I cleaned up and flushed.

How I wish that Rochelle would read this and know what I did. Even if she did she wouldn't know which of the males working with her I was... Or would she...