My name is Will, and my aforementioned coworker is Kelli. I'm 33, in the neighborhood of five foot nine, perfectly average looking, with my only distinguishing characteristics being particularly vivid blue eyes and a propensity for waistcoats. Kelli is probably exactly what you're picturing when you imagine someone else's attractive officemate: late-30-something, leads an active lifestyle (which of course leads to things such as toned calves and the like), natural blonde, very pleasant, very professional, and wielding a fantastic pair of breasts - not too big, not too small - that manage to fill out a nice sweater just right. Oh, and an interesting, “Minnesota mom” accent, even though she’s not from Minnesota, nor is she a mom.
We both work for a typical technology company as typical office drones. I wouldn't call us 'friends', but we work in the same team and end up helping each other out on various projects all the time.
Anyway, back to the aforementioned business trip. We flew out to Chicago together to visit a particularly troublesome client for a few days. Not fun at all. Quite stressful, actually.
We were in the middle of our second day there, and as expected, it was not going well. After a few hours of meetings, the group eventually split up for lunch, and I hung back in the conference room for a few minutes so I could fire off a few emails. A trip to the restroom was most definitely in order before lunch.
I wandered down the hall toward the little alcove that housed a drinking fountain and the boys and girls rooms. It was a small office, so they were single-person type things. At that particular moment, I was responding to a text while walking, and headed toward the door marked 'MEN'. What I was actually seeing, however, was '-MEN'...as in '(WO)MEN', due to the way the walls were angled. Naturally, without double checking the sign, I waltzed right in.
I was not ready for what I walked in on and the next fifteen seconds felt like fifteen minutes. Kelli was there, perched on the toilet tank, head thrown back, skirt hiked up to her waist, thighs splayed wide, with one hand pulling her panties aside and the other furiously rubbing her snatch. I caught just a glimpse of neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and light pink lips before her thighs clamped shut, leaving her hands temporarily trapped.
Our eyes locked. "I...uh...sorry...I thought..." I stammered, trying to point at the sign I'd misread.
Kelli's face turned a deep shade of crimson - a sexy, embarrassed deer in headlights. Maybe a little mad, but mostly mortified.
"Out!" she hissed, chest still heaving. I backed away quickly and shut the door. I heard shuffling, then the lock clicked behind me.
The rest of the day was pretty much downhill from there. I couldn't think clearly due to visions of zero-tolerance sexual harassment policies danced through my head. And visions of Kelli having her way with herself...can’t forget those. Kelli hardly said a word, and was completely silent during the cab ride back to the hotel. We parted ways in the lobby, presumably for the rest of the evening.
(I will admit though, I definitely blew my load into a shitty hotel tissue within ten minutes of getting back to my room.)
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When I went down for dinner in the hotel restaurant, I didn't expect to see Kelli, but there she was, waving me over to the small table she’d staked out.
"Hi," I said, cautiously.
"Hey."
We made sparse small talk about the meeting until the waiter took our drink orders.
I decided to take the initiative. "So, about that elephant in the room..." I said. She blushed again and grimaced.
"Yeah, um..."
"Wait, just hear me out for a minute. First, I'm really sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention and I was absolutely not intending to invade your privacy like that. I spent the rest of the day with waking nightmares about getting a call from HR..."
"Oh no, hang on," she said. "This whole thing is awkward, but I'm not going to complain to HR, so please don't worry about that. If anything, I figured you'd report me."
Sigh of relief. "OK...wow, thank you. No. I have no reason to report you. It stays between us. Seriously."
Kelli visibly relaxed. "I can certainly live with a little embarrassment between just you and I," she said. "Stuff happens."
"Can I ask one question though?" I said. "Just a curiosity thing. You don't have to answer, but I'll drop the subject after."
Kelli cracked a little smile for the first time that day. "Sure, I suppose so. Shoot."
"I was just wondering...why right then? I mean, why not wait until you got back to your room or something?"
"Ah, that’s simple. Stress relief. Sometimes...you know...is the only thing that works for me. I can’t just gobble a Xanax or something, otherwise I’ll be passed out under the conference table. I do generally remember to lock the darn door though!" She giggled.
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We hung out in the restaurant for awhile longer, just bullshitting and drinking. At a lull in the conversation, I noticed the time, and was just about to announce my intention to hit the hay.
"Will."
"Yeah?"
Kelli took a deep breath. "Look, I know I should really keep this to myself, but... Well, honestly, you walking in on me like that...it...kinda turned me on...like, a lot."
" Really? " I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, I...um..." she took a small sip from her drink, "I actually finished after you left. I couldn't help it. I had...still have... no idea why it affected me so much, but it did. Heck, I almost asked you to stay and wait until I..." her voice dropped to a whisper. "Until I orgasmed."
I was speechless. Incredibly turned on and thankful for the tablecloth, but still speechless.
Kelli finished the last of her glass of courage. "So...oh geez, I know I shouldn’t ask this, but... Would you be willing to help me, you know, recreate that? It's all I've been able to think about since then. Besides, you've pretty much seen everything anyway, right?" Another shy grin.
I knew I should politely decline. I knew I shouldn't risk my job. I knew my girlfriend would probably be pissed (although I planned to keep my hands to myself). But at that point, my little brain tackled my big brain, and the only word that passed my lips was, "Sure."
Kelli continued to grin nervously, clearly far outside her comfort zone. "OK, I'm in 802. Come up in about ten minutes or so. Here's my extra keycard."
"OK."
"Oh, one more thing. Just for fun, can you act annoyed? Like you just want me to hurry up and get it over with? I know that sounds weird...it’s hard to explain.