Mistakes at Work, (Getting Caught)

Mistakes At Work, (Getting Caught) This is a true story that happened some years ago when I worked  for a small Not for Profit Society in a northern community. I was managing an emergency shelter for youth in crisis. Typically the youth were in their mid teens but it was not unusual for them to be with us past their 18th birthday.   The other staff members were women, ranging in age from their early twenties to mid forties. Although very much in love with my then wife and a committed  father, I found that I was developing feelings for a young woman that worked there, I will call her Deena, she was very attractive and slightly taller than average, I found her figure very arousing, full breasts, slim waist with long legs with a round bottom. Always smiling and pleasant to be with, her  most mesmerizing feature were her eyes which held you captive and wanting more.   Over time we grew very close spending a lot of time in tight quarters "parenting" emotionally charged youth  and often doing physical activities with them, such as swimming, going to the gym, hiking etc. We were always wearing gym clothes or swim wear and not much was left to either of  our imaginations, this was the mid eighties and the fashion then was “less is best”. My shift was designed to overlap with the her sleepover shift either in the evenings or early mornings, on those days I would arrive to work at 7:00 a.m. helping to get the youth up and ready for the day. Quite often Deena was still in her night clothes, normally pyjamas and a linen robe with no underwear. After the rush of the morning routine was over she would spend time with me in the office reviewing the previous evenings charts and the current day’s schedule. I found this time with her intoxicating and extremely arousing. Both of us initially would try to hide the visible signs of our arousal, I was often fully erect, leaving tell tale wet spots in my underwear from precum, She always had engorged nipples pushing against the fabric of her clothing.    As our attraction grew we would find excuses to be in close proximity, each initiating back rubs, or brushing engorged body parts against each other, cuddling on the couch while watching TV with the youth, in short we had slipped into a flirtatious courtship that was going to end in heart ache for someone.   It all came to a head one morning while we were reviewing progress charts.  She was standing behind me, leaning over occasionally to point out something on the charts, soon the feel of her nipple repeatedly brushing my shoulder and her smell, a heady fragrance of soaps,  sleep and a hint of nighttime arousal had me erect and thinking only of how her naked body would feel against mine. She noticed I was distracted and stopped trying to explain the previous days events, she leaned into me to held me from behind, pressing her breasts against my upper back and crossing her arms over my chest, I recall reaching up with my hand and placing it over her crossed forearms, We held each other like that for some time until she whispered in my ear, asking me to have an affair.    While this was everything I had thought I had wanted, I felt my face drain and my stomach fall, I was experiencing fight or flight, sheer panic actually, all I could think about was the wife I loved dearly and losing her and the children.  I managed to stammer "that I couldn’t do that to my wife”. Deena said “she wouldn’t ever find out”, but I knew my guilt would give me away. With all kinds of regret, I again explained  i could not and assured her that I found her extremely attractive and despite intense feelings for her and  wanting her desperately, was committed to my wife and  our marriage, i knew i was being unfair, running away from a situation I had encouraged. She was embarrassed and angry and left the room while I finished reviewing the charts. I knew I had messed up and couldn’t quit thinking about Deena, the mistakes I had made and how much I had upset her.  This was shortly after 9:00 a.m., she found an excuse to leave the house, still upset by my clumsy attempt to handle her offering. I was left in a mostly empty building regretting much.  I busied myself with the routine and daily chores, all the while thinking about her invitation, how much I wanted her and the dozens of times I had masturbated thinking about her naked and how easy we slipped into an intimate closeness when we were together. To say I was conflicted was an understatement, feeling both guilty and excited at the same time, in no time I was aroused again, uncomfortably so, and being young it wasn’t going to go away. Knowing that I would have to take care of it, I waited for the activity worker to arrive  at 11:30 and made an excuse about needing the washroom so I could take care of things before the rest of the youth returned for lunch.     I locked myself in the staff washroom,  turned on the overhead fan and lifted the toilet seat for effect. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror unbuttoning the bottom few buttons of my shirt, undid my fly and slid my briefs and pants down, stepping out of them with one foot. I pulled my shirt bottom open exposing not only my erect shaft but pubic hair and balls as well. My cock is definitely not a monster, at the time, depending on my state of arousal I could achieve 6 and a half inches or a little more on special occasions, I do remember being extremely aroused while I watched myself slowly stroking in the mirror, thinking alternately about my beautiful wife and how Deena excited me as well, wondering if I had made a mistake, realizing I had made many.   I was soon lost in the moment though, working towards a great orgasm, watching myself in the mirror, thrusting into my hand, each time I did my foreskin pulled back exposing my engorged swollen pink head dripping with precum, I could hear myself panting and grunting as I got closer, feeling my climax start to build mid way on the underside of my shaft,    I honestly don’t remember if I was thinking of Deena, my wife or was just caught up in the orgasm that I knew was beginning to peak, I could hear the youth starting to arrive but felt I was safe to finish in the locked staff washroom. My heart was hammering as I raced towards climax, my hand moving faster as it slid up and down my shaft, tightly gripping it, I felt it swell as I neared release. I was past any possibility of stopping.  My ass tightened, and I rose on my toes as my body clenched, preparing to push every last drop of cum through the tip of my penis,   Clenching and building, I started to climax just as i heard hurried footsteps approaching the door, I couldn’t stop if I tried, one last stroke as someone pushed against the door hard enough to pop the lock as the handle was twisted. There she was, standing in the door, my hand covering the head of my penis trying to hide it and the jets of ejaculate as it explodes past  my fingers. I am grunting and moaning as I release, my face contorted both in horror and ecstasy.    I saw her looking at me in the mirror, well not me exactly, she was looking at my cum covered hand, the rest of the erection that I am not able to hide and my scrotum that has tightened into a hard little sack with the intense orgasm. I don’t know how long she took to put it all together, but I do recall when it clicked. Her eyes snapped to my face and she grinned, no not a smile, but a grin, then she stepped back and pulled the door shut behind herself.    I cleaned myself up and stepped out to face the music, she was sitting at the table, I approached her, my face red with embarrassment. I wish it had been Deena, it was an 18 year old girl that had timed out from care and was staying with us as she  transitioned into an independent living program. legally an adult but at the same time, still a client,   I think in one respect I was very fortunate, she had grown up fast and  probably had more experience sexually than I did. I don’t think what she saw shocked her in the least, when I tried to apalogize she just smiled and put her finger to her lips. She was a beautiful young woman, with dark red hair and the ivory complexion that goes with it,  Unfortunately she had been exposed to sex at an early  age but as a result had very matter of fact attitude about it, understanding that sometimes people just need to take care of things. Thankfully nothing was ever said, i did worry about my job and  agonized over the possibility that I may have to explain how and why I was caught masturbating at work to my wife.   As for Deena and I, we had to work hard to save our friendship and work relationship, sadly, we did lose touch after I changed jobs.  I would very much like to catch up with her someday to hear how life treated her. No regrets but maybe a few wistful what ifs.