Memorable Bus Ride To The Office With My Crush
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At my office the week leading to Christmas and through New Years is rather sparse. There’s plenty of work still but the staffing is always greatly reduced. People save up their vacation time and take it before they lose it on Jan 1. My tale begins just days before Christmas. It was a Friday and there were just three of us still at work by 2 pm. the receptionist, clerk/typist and myself. I walked up from the copy machine and looked in the large office on the hall. There are multiple workstations there and of the six, only one was occupied. I spoke to Bonnie and commented how quiet the office is during the holidays and how I don’t know if I should feel stupid for being there or resentful. We talked a little and I returned to my office.
I’m in middle management so I get the work from Bonnie’s side and basically once I do what I have to do I make an abstract so the higher ups will know what is going on but not necessarily all the minute details. That gives them the ability to walk around with their hands in their pockets. I looked up from my computer screen and noticed Bonnie standing in the door. I invited her in to have a seat. I motioned for her to take the seat on the wall beside my desk facing me rather than across the desk. We made small talk about the lack of staff and how no one wanted to be there.
For the male readers I suppose I should describe Bonnie. At that time I think she must have been early 50s. She was tall about 5”10 in flats. Her legs and other limbs were long and slender. Her hair and eyes dark brown. An attractive woman in her youth but her deepening facial lines and slight sagging betrayed her age. Hips were narrow and breasts were nearly nonexistent. I often wondered why she bothered to wear a bra. Her demeanor on first meeting struck most as cold and indifferent, stern even. I sometimes teased her that she missed her “calling” as a librarian
I didn’t read too much into the visit. She had caught up her work with the others out. I welcomed the distraction. We talked a little and she asked about what I was working on. I guess I went on too much about all I dumped on me and she got up and walked behind me as if to look at the screen. When she came around a turn back facing my desk think she wanted me to explain something to her on the screen. Instead, I felt her hands on each side of my neck. I froze. I hadn’t expected anything like a neck a neck massage. While kneading my neck she said, “maybe this will help.” It was the best feeling. I could feel the warmth of her touch and the kneading of my tissues. I could smell her perfume, we were for the most part alone. She was the first woman to touch me in years other than my wife with the exception of the nurse that takes my blood pressure at doctors visits. The sensation was just too much. While frozen, enjoying the sensation, my mind racing and my body seemingly paralyzed, my penis betrayed me and began to swell. I don’t know if she noticed it at first. If she did she never stopped squeezing my neck and shoulders. I’m trying to will my cock to deflate but to no avail. When I moved in an attempt to adjust myself discretely, I leaned to a side and pinched and tugged my pants at the fold above my thigh, Bonnie asked, “should I stop?”
“Oh no, it feels wonderful, please don’t stop now.” was my reply. She kept on as before and I closed my eyes. To be honest, I thought I had successfully played off my readjustment. Then I felt enveloped by her arms. Her face was beside mine. My right cheek to her left. Her hands glided down the front of my shirt to my waist and when she brushed my cock with her hand, it was like an electric current swept through me. Its hard to believe how good it felt even with the two layers of cloth between her hand and my cock. She heard me sigh under my breath. In a very quiet whisper she said, “why don’t you take that out, you’ll be more comfortable”.
I quickly freed my cock by unfastening my belt, opening the front of my pants and pulling my underwear waist band under my nuts. Her warm right hand curled its long fingers around my shaft. My cock’s head stuck out of her fist as she slowly pumped it. My balls being pushed up where pushed downward on her down stroke and the remains of my foreskin were pushed up to my cockhead on her upstroke. I was so aroused it felt as if the skin on my glans would tear. The little bit of precum that had been rubbed off in my underwear before was nothing compared to the bead of precum that was now beading on my slit and running down my shaft. She had my 30 something year old cock in heaven. I didn’t even think once about the office door being open but at that point I was too far gone to care.
We never kissed the entire time. We stayed cheek to cheek. Her left hand was making circles on my stomach and her right hand pumping my cock. All I heard was our combined breaths. In a low whisper I said, “I’m about to cum”. I was hoping she would walk around or turn my swivel chair, squat down and finish me in her mouth. Bonnie whispered in my ear to hand her a Kleenex, which I did. She took it in her left hand and covered the head of my cock. About that instant she milked my cock into that feeble tissue. It slowed the mess but she had a cum ring on the top of her right hand around her thumb and index finger and cum soaked tissue stuck to her left palm.
She then stood up, taking several tissues and began wiping her hand as she stepped to the door. “I better go wash up, Merry Christmas,” was all she said as she blew me a kiss and then entered the hallway. I sat there with my cock deflating with an occasional pulse laying on my stomach leaking cum on my shirt tail. I tucked myself away and a few minutes later she returned to her desk as if nothing ever happened. At five at stepped down the hall to tell the receptionist I was closing up, As we walked up the hall, Bonnie was coming out sliding her coat on. We all wished each other a Merry Christmas as we reached our cars.
I’m in middle management so I get the work from Bonnie’s side and basically once I do what I have to do I make an abstract so the higher ups will know what is going on but not necessarily all the minute details. That gives them the ability to walk around with their hands in their pockets. I looked up from my computer screen and noticed Bonnie standing in the door. I invited her in to have a seat. I motioned for her to take the seat on the wall beside my desk facing me rather than across the desk. We made small talk about the lack of staff and how no one wanted to be there.
For the male readers I suppose I should describe Bonnie. At that time I think she must have been early 50s. She was tall about 5”10 in flats. Her legs and other limbs were long and slender. Her hair and eyes dark brown. An attractive woman in her youth but her deepening facial lines and slight sagging betrayed her age. Hips were narrow and breasts were nearly nonexistent. I often wondered why she bothered to wear a bra. Her demeanor on first meeting struck most as cold and indifferent, stern even. I sometimes teased her that she missed her “calling” as a librarian
I didn’t read too much into the visit. She had caught up her work with the others out. I welcomed the distraction. We talked a little and she asked about what I was working on. I guess I went on too much about all I dumped on me and she got up and walked behind me as if to look at the screen. When she came around a turn back facing my desk think she wanted me to explain something to her on the screen. Instead, I felt her hands on each side of my neck. I froze. I hadn’t expected anything like a neck a neck massage. While kneading my neck she said, “maybe this will help.” It was the best feeling. I could feel the warmth of her touch and the kneading of my tissues. I could smell her perfume, we were for the most part alone. She was the first woman to touch me in years other than my wife with the exception of the nurse that takes my blood pressure at doctors visits. The sensation was just too much. While frozen, enjoying the sensation, my mind racing and my body seemingly paralyzed, my penis betrayed me and began to swell. I don’t know if she noticed it at first. If she did she never stopped squeezing my neck and shoulders. I’m trying to will my cock to deflate but to no avail. When I moved in an attempt to adjust myself discretely, I leaned to a side and pinched and tugged my pants at the fold above my thigh, Bonnie asked, “should I stop?”
“Oh no, it feels wonderful, please don’t stop now.” was my reply. She kept on as before and I closed my eyes. To be honest, I thought I had successfully played off my readjustment. Then I felt enveloped by her arms. Her face was beside mine. My right cheek to her left. Her hands glided down the front of my shirt to my waist and when she brushed my cock with her hand, it was like an electric current swept through me. Its hard to believe how good it felt even with the two layers of cloth between her hand and my cock. She heard me sigh under my breath. In a very quiet whisper she said, “why don’t you take that out, you’ll be more comfortable”.
I quickly freed my cock by unfastening my belt, opening the front of my pants and pulling my underwear waist band under my nuts. Her warm right hand curled its long fingers around my shaft. My cock’s head stuck out of her fist as she slowly pumped it. My balls being pushed up where pushed downward on her down stroke and the remains of my foreskin were pushed up to my cockhead on her upstroke. I was so aroused it felt as if the skin on my glans would tear. The little bit of precum that had been rubbed off in my underwear before was nothing compared to the bead of precum that was now beading on my slit and running down my shaft. She had my 30 something year old cock in heaven. I didn’t even think once about the office door being open but at that point I was too far gone to care.
We never kissed the entire time. We stayed cheek to cheek. Her left hand was making circles on my stomach and her right hand pumping my cock. All I heard was our combined breaths. In a low whisper I said, “I’m about to cum”. I was hoping she would walk around or turn my swivel chair, squat down and finish me in her mouth. Bonnie whispered in my ear to hand her a Kleenex, which I did. She took it in her left hand and covered the head of my cock. About that instant she milked my cock into that feeble tissue. It slowed the mess but she had a cum ring on the top of her right hand around her thumb and index finger and cum soaked tissue stuck to her left palm.
She then stood up, taking several tissues and began wiping her hand as she stepped to the door. “I better go wash up, Merry Christmas,” was all she said as she blew me a kiss and then entered the hallway. I sat there with my cock deflating with an occasional pulse laying on my stomach leaking cum on my shirt tail. I tucked myself away and a few minutes later she returned to her desk as if nothing ever happened. At five at stepped down the hall to tell the receptionist I was closing up, As we walked up the hall, Bonnie was coming out sliding her coat on. We all wished each other a Merry Christmas as we reached our cars.
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