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Lunch Specials!
Having just completed a chat with You on line, I have an assignment. I
welcome these assignments and hope more are given to me. The assignment
is to purchase a tuna sandwich and add some special sauce. Sounds simple
right? Its not!
Well let me start from the beginning to explain. During our chat You had
me rubbing myself while at work a mere few feet of co-workers. Anyone
walking by my cubicle could see if they looked close enough that I was
wanking in the cubicle.
We all know what happens to men wearing pink panties and a pink dress
shirt at work when the start gently rubbing them selves as You chated
seductively online. Yes I was instructed to cum into my panties - here at
my desk.
And just what I did as I bit down on a pencil so I would not make any
sound louder than a church mouse during noon mass. I rubbed harder and a
bit faster and soon I was shooting streams of fluid into my pink panties
as I noticed a woman not more than six feet away busy on the phone making
dinner arrangements with her husband.
It was intense! Feeling that I had just done what I was told to do by
You, so close to another person and as far as I can tell they did not
know what had occurred. I was in the glow of the afterthought when once
again You shocked me to the core of my inner spine.
She wanted me not to waste any of those special juices now staining my
panties and to get lunch. Did she mean what I thought? I needed to ask
and was told why yes - get a sandwich and add your special sauce and
enjoy your lunch!
Could I do this? Than again until just 30 minutes ago I did not think I
could jerk off at work with others around. How could I not do this - You
told me too. I had to do it and after a deep breath rose to take the
short walk to get my sandwich - tuna sandwich to be more accurate.
As I started to move toward the door the woman who was on the phone
earlier asked, "Hey Charlie - you going to get lunch, let me walk with
you."
What could I say - I was speechless as we walked on.
"I like your pink shirt, not all men will wear that color. My husband
won't because he thinks it's a sissy color," she remarked.
Wonder what she would think if she knew I am also wearing pink panties
now with a stain that only Monica Lewinsky's dress would rival.
We talked a bit more mostly about the project we are working on and
eventually returned to our individual cubicle to eat lunch. I was ready
except - how do I get my special sauce from where it is onto my tuna
sandwich? I could not see myself undoing my belt and reaching down into
my panties here at the cube - but can I take a sandwich into the
restroom?
I decided that taking the sandwich in the plastic bag was the best choice
and walked toward the restroom. My heart was beating fast and I was in a
hurry to get this done. Not that I was hungry - the thought of what I
would be eating did cause me not to want to eat anything. My stomach was
turning as I walked faster toward the restroom.
I was almost hit as I reached for the door-knob as the door opened
inward. I stood there in a semi-shock as WOMAN was leaving the restroom.
What was she doing there! Oh no - in my zeal to get this assignment
completed I nearly walked into the women's rest room!
Blushing and making an apology I skirted toward the next door - the men's
room. Although it's getting to point I am not sure which one I should be
using. Anyone wearing pink panties should not be in the men's room -
should they?
Moving into the last stall in the room I drop my trousers and panties and
notice at once. The pretty pink color now has a blood-red stain on it.
This cum stain also has some white streaks of fluid glisten toward me.
Moving a shaking hand I scoop this fluid up and place in into my tuna
sandwich. In the next stall a man in grunting in an attempt to relive his
bowels and soon he provides a disgusting aroma to the room. I nearly
choke - not from the smell but from the work I am doing in preparing my
Lunch Special.
After placing the sandwich back in the plastic bag and flushing the
toilet to disguise what I have done I quickly wash my hands and return to
my work cube - Now with the Lunch Special.
The sandwich is cut diagonally into halves and I take one in hand and
look at it. Only a trained eye would notice that the tuna salad has a
slightly different color in places and perhaps only You and I know why!
I take but the smallest possible bite of the sandwich in hopes of not
getting any special sauce and feel fortunate as it taste like a normal
tuna sandwich. Looking at the size of the bite I feel a bit overwhelmed
if I continue to eat lunch like this it will take me a week.
I open the diet pepsi I also bought and take a large drink as I gain the
courage to take another bite - one big bite I tell myself as I raise the
sandwich toward my mouth. And I do - I bite down a good size portion and
it sits on my tongue - I really can't detect a taste to the sauce but
just knowing its there causes me to gag a bit.
Slamming my mouth shut before I could expel the sandwich I force it down
my throat, now tasting what can best be described as a salty fish taste,
somewhat like anchovies without the pizza.
Another quick drink and I am now done with ? the sandwich as another co-
worker, Ron walks by and stops. He talks about work and notices the
sandwich. Ron is one of those quirky guys - he never buys his own lunch
but often steals fries or parts of others meals. He asks "hey need help
with the tuna man?"
Oh no! "Ron you don't want any of that tuna sandwich - I just started a
special diet (how true) and you won't like it". I remark as Ron moves
onward on his search for food a bit offended I kept him from my special
lunch.
Another bite followed by another drink as the salty taste is not going
away, but I am now gagging less but feeling so much more confusion. What
am I becoming - or perhaps what have I become?
More sandwich and more drinks until I have finished all but the last bite
of the sandwich when I realize there is no more soda to wash it down! I
could go get another soda, but I also fear leaving the tuna remains with
Ron lurking.
Can I eat the last bit without the drink? Of course I can and I must -
You would want me to complete this task. With my eyes close I but the
last bit of tuna sandwich into my mouth and swallow tasting the salty
fish and feeling both proud I have done it yet also ashamed that I have.
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