Masturbating With a Colleague

I'd worked with Clare for around 5 years when this happened.  I was in my mid fifties and Clare was 10 years younger. She was an attractive woman, full figured and quite timid. We got on very well. We had a similar sense of humour and had a couple of common interests. Books and TV shows which we'd chat about when the office was quiet. It was a small office and more often than not Clare and I were the only people there. One Monday she seemed quieter than usual. I made us a cup of tea and asked her if there was anything wrong.

She burst into tears. Not knowing quite what to do I passed her a handkerchief, luckily I put a clean one in my pocket every morning. She composed herself and after a while said that she and her husband Tony had been arguing  over the weekend. She'd found his collection of porn mags. She asked him why he had them and he said that he preferred wanking to fucking her. This revelation brought on more tears. I asked why he preferred masturbating and she said that it was because she'd put on some weight. This was true, but she was not fat. Curvy maybe, a little plump if you insist, but a fine looking, very sexy and desirable woman.

It seemed that she didn't know that he masturbated at all. They'd never done it together and she had not masturbated since they got married. She had before the marriage but had always felt guilty about it. He was her first sexual  partner. I said most men did it and a lot of women too. She asked if I did and I said of course. Several times a week. Often with my wife but alone too. I blurted out that I sometimes did it in the toilet at work. It was a building of small offices with shared washrooms. In one of the cubicles hidden amongst the various trade magazines were a few soft porn mags. 

A few days later she came into the office and said to me "I did it". For a moment or two I wasn't sure what she meant. Then I realized . "Tell me about it please", I begged her. Tony had gone out and she'd been thinking about our conversation and started to feel horny. She went upstairs lay on the bed and began playing with herself. She said it felt odd and she wasn't sure that she'd continue. She decided to undress and lay on the bed facing the mirrored door on the wardrobe. The sight of he spread legs and open vagina excited her. Her talking about her body excited me and I soon had a bulging erection and was fidgeting in my chair trying to get comfortable. She told me more about how she rubbed her clitty and used the handle of a hairbrush in her vagina. She'd not done that since she was a teenager. By now my cock was oozing pre cum and I needed to do something before it stained my trousers.  I said to her I just needed to pop to the loo for a moment and she asked if I was going to look at the magazines. I might, I replied and she said wouldn't I prefer to look at a real woman. Always, was my one word answer. It felt like I'd lost the power of speech. We looked at each other for a few moments and she eased back in her chair and parted her legs. I watched her hands run down her thighs and gather the hem of her dress and slowly draw it up. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing.  I'd often fantasized about Clare, masturbating many times while thinking about her, but to see her before me, about to expose herself gave me a huge thrill and an even bigger erection. She pulled her panties to one side and I saw her freshly shaven labia, still slightly red from the razor. I commented on her shave and she said that the women in Tony's mags were all shaved and she wondered what it felt like,. I asked her what Tony thought about it and she said he didn't know. He never looked at her.

I was looking and couldn't take my eyes off her. I rubbed my cock through my trousers and began to undo them. I got up and locked the office door. As I sat back down I dropped my trousers. On seeing me do so, Clare removed her panties and we sat there exposing ourselves to each other. I wanted to kneel between her legs and taste her.  I didn't want to ruin the moment so instead I  started to rub my penis. She continued rubbing her clitoris and for a while neither of us spoke. The pre cum was pouring from the tip of my cock and I ran a finger through it and licked it. She was surprised by this, so I took some more and brushed it across her lips. She put her tongue out and licked my pre cum from them.  That proved too much for me and I shot my load.  As I squeezed the last few drops of cum from my cock  Clare's orgasm came. It seemed to last a long time.  I sat there, my limp cock in my hand watching her regain her composure. Her breathing settled and the flushing of her skin faded.  She  looked like she was about to cry and I asked her why. It was a combination of guilt and the knowledge that although her husband didn't find her attractive others did. Before I could reply the phone rang and we had to get back to work.

We played together many more times when in the office and even though we no longer work together we still meet up and enjoy each other. That's another story and as the pleasure goes beyond masturbation perhaps not for Solotouch.......