This happened quite a while ago but I still think about Anita to this day. I was fresh out of uni and took a job at an IT startup near my home. It was convenient, quiet and paid pretty well. It meant I could walk to work in about 5 minutes, which also meant I was able to go home for lunch which I did quite regularly.
The company only housed 5 staff including myself. Anita was our receptionist/office assistant. She was quite stern, short, little bit dumpy, quite large breasts and also from a small town in America which made her accent really clear. I never really had much to do with Anita apart from gossiping and occasionally a little flirt. But she was about 20 years older than I was. Early to mid 40s, husband and a child at home. She used to talk about them all the time. Occasionally, she’d let out a bit of a naughtier side about what she used to do when she was my age, which to be fair, did used to make my cock twitch but nothing ever came of it. I just never had that attraction to her.
After a while of working at this place, I realised that I could walk home, and if I was horny, I could masturbate and get back to work all in my lunch break. This would be a regular thing for me, maybe 2-3 times a week.
This one day, I had a company meeting. I knew I would have to take a short lunch so I decided that I’d masturbate before work. I woke up a bit late but still as hard as ever and started stroking my cock as normal. Not sure if it was the time pressure but I just couldn’t finish. I gave up and set off for work, but couldn’t stop thinking about how horny I was.
Anyway, we had this meeting, and we were given 20 minutes for a lunch break. In my horny state, I decided I had 20 minutes to jerk my cock and get back. Plenty of time. This wouldn’t take too long.
In our building there was 1 toilet, male and female, situated behind reception. Anita wasn’t at her desk, so I went in, locked the door, and pulled out my cock. I was already semi hard when I went on my phone for some videos to help. So there I was in this toilet, facing the wall, watching porn with my cock quivering in my hand. I wasn’t really concentrating, when there was a knock at the door.
It was Anita. She said, “Are you ok in there?”.
I was shocked, couldn’t move. Didn’t know what to do or say
“Yep, all good.”
I remember my cock pulling in my hand at this point. I was so close. I didn’t want to not finish again.
“Ok, just weird noises and screaming, didn’t know what was going on, are you sure you’re ok?”
Shit, she heard my porn. Can’t finish this now, I thought. So I stuffed my cock back in as best as I could, flushed the chain, and walked out. Anita was stood right in front of me. She looked me up and down and saw my bulge. She instantly knew.
Honestly, I’ve never, ever been turned on by a facial expression before, but the look she gave me was something else.
“Need to finish?” she said to me.
I was rock hard, desperate to cum so said yes.
So we both walked into this toilet, I grab my cock out and we face each other. Instead of her grabbing my cock though, she grabs my shoulders and spins me about so she’s reaching around me, her breasts pressed on my back and her breath down my neck. She grabbed my cock firmly and began massaging it, whilst looking over my shoulder.
Her pace was quick, and she was quietly moaning into my ear. She was fixated on my cock jumping in her hand up and down and she stroked me. I knew this wasn’t going to take long.
She quickened her pace slightly, rubbing the full length of my cock all the way to the head and back down and quietly whispered, “Just tell me when.”
That was all I needed. That tipped me over the edge. My knees started to shake my cock got harder, and I whispered back, “Now”. She sped up and watched as I shot my warm cum all over her hand, dripping off her fingers.
I remember saying, “Fucking hell,” to her as I turned to face her.
All she said to me was, “Wow. Get cleaned up and you better get back to that meeting”.
I did just that, and for the rest of the day, day dreamed about doing more with her.
And more did happen in the months that followed. We never looked at each other the same after that.
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