"I really wish this day were already over," I thought as I sat down at my desk. That’s pretty much what I think every morning. I shouldn’t complain too much; the pay is okay, the hours decent, but the work can be mind-numbingly boring. The reason I haven’t looked for a new job is because of Summer. She started about a year ago and sits at the desk next to me. Even though I am twenty years her senior, we became friends qui...

As I stepped into my apartment after work, the echoes of the day's events banged around in my mind. Summer's playful banter and actions all morning, and the lunchtime encounter that left me both bewildered and exhilarated—it all swirled in my head like a turbulent whirlwind. My thoughts circled back to that moment in the bathroom, where Summer had caught me jerking off, my hand wrapped around my aching cock. The memory se...

The memory of the other night with Summer was imprinted in my mind, every detail replaying like a movie. I could still see her flawless body moving on my couch, fingers deep inside her as I watched, the lust in her eyes driving me wild. As I lounged in the morning light of my apartment, thoughts of Summer consumed me. My hand unconsciously traced the outline of my half-erect penis through my shorts, reliving the way she h...

Summer and I had been coming down from the high of our encounter on Sunday, trying our best to act normal during the workweek. But who were we kidding? Like an orgasm-filled fog, the memory of the night lingered, impossible to ignore. Just like a couple of teenagers with a secret, we resorted to playful teasing and flirtation. Summer, always bold, would tease with glimpses of her body and fleeting touches. But as the week...

I took a sip of my coffee, the rich aroma intermingling with the tempting smell of fast food from the nearby stalls. The mall was bustling with chatter and the clattering of trays, creating a symphony of everyday life. I’d been shopping for new clothes again, hoping a fresh look might turn the tides in my favor, maybe even catch Summer’s eye differently. Although we hadn’t talked about our last encounter, the week was fil...