In The Office, Late One Night

Being self-employed is a wonderful thing at times, but a downside is the sheer amount of working hours that are required when you least expect them, my business was like this and I often had to go to the office at night to catch up. Its funny that when you are alone in your office at night a strange but calming arousal sets in, a bit like a solo trip to a hotel, additionally I was often drawn to masturbating on occasions like this - I suppose it was daring and exciting.

My work is varied and my clients are diverse, this particular night a woman rang me who I only knew slightly, she had asked me to do some work for her and I assumed she was simply checking on progress. After the usual pleasantries she asked me why was I working late, when I replied that I needed to to keep up with the volume of work she said 'poor boy, its not fair', it was then that I suspected that she was drinking and feeling very relaxed. Sure enough her conversation quickly veered off work and focussed on how tired I must be and how these late hours must play havoc with my private time, it was around now that she started to use some French phrases! 

She told me that she had lived in France for a couple of years and that she loved the way the language is so expressive, at this I asked her to say a few things that were funny, by now we were openly flirting on the phone. She told me she was in her bedroom at home drinking wine and that she was relaxed and happy, then she whispered quietly 'je t'aime bien', at this my already swollen cock became rock hard. As she continued in French I couldn't really figure out what she was saying entirely, but by now she was in full flow and I got the sense she was working herself up to something. Now at my desk, I had my jeans and underwear down round my ankles and was gently pumping my cock to her words, then she suddenly stopped speaking and asked, "What are you doing now?", I replied, "You know what I'm doing"'.

After a short silence I could hear her moving and assumed she was taking her clothes off, I was right, she spoke only to tell me to keep going. As I stroked harder and faster she spoke totally in French as she was obviously now playing with her pussy. Our breath was now quickening on the phone and I could hear how she was moaning as she spoke, then she whispered, "I'm so wet, I'm so wet". It didn't take long for her orgasm to take hold, she took a deep breath and cried out, "I'm coming", this was the trigger for me and I stroked faster until my cock literally exploded with a massive flow of cum. As I covered my hand and the desk with strings of semen and sperm I could hear her cry out as she dropped the phone, I could hear the noises her fingers made as she rubbed her obviously soaking wet clit and her cum was long and powerful. With the beautiful sounds of her orgasm ringing in my ears I spoke first and with a trembling voice I asked if she was OK?, to which she replied, " I want you to come to my house now and fuck me"...

What a night that was.....if you want to know whether we fucked or not, just ask?