My first time at work

My first time at work There had been layoffs, and subsequent attrition at my company, thoughI was still employed. However, the halls had gotten quiet and therewere far too many empty cubes. However, this provided opportunityI hadn't before had to ... well, read on and you'll find out. I have always enjoyed looking at pictures of nude and partially nudewomen, even back when I was seven years old. I was in the unusualposition to have the permission of my parents, even at that youngage, to "read" my dad's Playboy magazines. Later in life, I discoveredmore explicit magazines, and later still, adult movies. I have alwaysbeen quite visually-oriented as far as sexual stimulation goes. A common fantasy of mine has always been to watch a woman masturbate.In fact, some of my favourite scenes in adult movies feature a womanpleasing herself. There is one scene in particular in a movie titled"Me, Myself, and I" which nearly had me come without any physicalstimulation whatsoever the first time I watched it. In it, the womanuses a vibrator and talks to the viewer the whole time about what sheis doing and what it is doing to her. Needless to say, I have oftenmasturbated while watching this scene. One day, bored with work, I was surfing the 'net, and was reading theMasturbation Home Page. I was reading the "Stories From Women" section- I no longer remember what stories in partucular I was reading.Given my affinity for the idea of a woman masturbating it should comeas no surprise that reading about this activity was getting me quiteexcited. I had never had the nerve to masturbate at work, though the idea hadoften crossed my mind. I didn't have the nerve to unzip my pants inmy cube, but the attrition that had recently occurred resulted in themen's room being much less busy than previously. I had in the past,as long ago as my undergraduate days, masturbated in a men's room,(sharing a room with three other guys didn't afford enough privacyto do so in my dorm room) but always in a stall. I decided to takesome risk, and head into the men's room and start stroking myselfat the urinal. I also had a need to urinate, which made myexcitement level even higher. As I walked past the receptionist, there was a female coworker leaningover her desk, wearing fairly tight white cotton trousers - the kindthat aren't quite spandex, but tend to follow the shape of the bodyfairly well. It was about all I could do to keep my hands off myselfbefore I got into the men's room. I was fortunate enough to have entered the men's room when there wasnobody inside. The two stall doors were open, and it was easy to seethe room was empty. I walked up to one of the two urinals and unzippedmy trousers. I had some trouble getting my cock out, as it was *extremely*hard. Once I managed to free it, I began stroking. I clenched mybuttocks together as I stroked, and fantasized about the woman in thereception area, a scant fifteen yards or so away (though throughtwo sets of closed doors). All the time I listened carefully forany hint that there was anybody in the hallway outside the door. The combination of the possibility of getting caught, the storiesabout women masturbating, and the image of the woman bending overthe desk made for a short, but immensely powerful session. In amere dozen or two strokes, I was climaxing, spraying the urinalwith my come. I came quite hard, and for a fairly long time,before starting to come down from my orgasm-induced euphoria.I am sure I was quite flushed (no pun intended) for a littlewhile afterward. I have changed jobs since then, and will be changing again quitesoon. In the meantime, writing this has gotten me going, andthere are a few quite attractive women here at the current employto provide fantasy fodder, so ... Well, maybe I'll have anotherstory to write soon...