Wednesday morning found Ted’s mind still in a blur with what had happened in his office yesterday afternoon. The whole concept of what he had done and said still felt unreal to him. Had he actually asked her if she wanted to watch and then if she wanted to stroke his cock? Had he actually dropped his pants and masturbated in front of a lovely female co-worker?
If fact, Ted wondered if ever in his life had he stroked his own tool while a female watched? As he sat there, totally unfit to do any work, his mind drifted back to his high school days. He recalled a day when he had been in his girlfriend’s bedroom. Yes, he remembered, he had unzipped his pants and taken out his hard cock and stroked it while she begged him to put it away before her mother came into the room.
He actually smiled as he began to remember that high school sweetheart. They had learned about sex together, both of them enjoying every minute of the search for sexual knowledge and satisfaction.
Suddenly the voice of a co-worker disturbed his revelry. “Hey Ted,” the man said, “Stop grinning like a moron and let’s go have some lunch. You know the boss doesn’t want us to look happy.”
Getting up from his desk, Ted was thinking, “Lunch time already? Where has the day gone?”
While having lunch with three coworkers, Ted’s mind kept going back to what had happened with Michelle in the early evening yesterday. He could hear himself demanding that she take down her slacks so that he could see her pussy. He had actually said the word ‘pussy’. In his mind he could not think of a time that he had used that word with a woman. That was bold and brash … not normally one of Ted’s traits.
He remembered telling her to stand close to him so he could finger her. What could he have possibly been thinking? He had never been that demanding with women. But as he ignored the lunch time conversation, he began to wonder if it was the real him coming out. “Maybe,” he thought, “I was tamed by my wife and this is who I really am.”
“Dude,” a friend said, “Are you with us? You seemed to be lost in thought.”
“Sorry,” Ted answered. “I’m working on a project and I’m afraid my mind is still on it. Is there a controversy that I need to solve for you guys?”
After lunch and back in his office, Ted’s mind was still on Michelle and yesterday’s episode. He had not seen her in the office today and began to consider she was embarrassed by what had happened and was staying out of sight. As the afternoon wore on, he convinced himself he would not see her again because he had been too aggressive and she was embarrassed.
By 3:00, Ted had cleared his head enough to finally get some work done. Blessedly his phone didn’t ring and no one stopped in to talk. It wasn’t until 5:30 when his assistant came in to say that she was leaving that he understood that he had lost track of time.
“I’m the last one here,” his assistant told him. “Everyone has gone home, but I did get that project finished that you wanted.”
“Thanks, Nancy,” he said with a warm smile. “I’m sorry you had to stay this late and appreciate your getting that job wrapped up.”
“Not a problem, Ted,” she answered. “You have a good night and don’t stay here too long. Maybe you should get out and have a steak and a drink. You spend too much time here.”
“I just might do that,” he said as he waved goodbye. “See you tomorrow.”
Fifteen minutes had passed since Nancy left and Ted was beginning to think that he should treat himself to that steak. It had been over a month since he had stopped at Tony’s on the way home.
As he was reaching to turn off his computer a motion at his door caught his eye. He turned to see Michelle step inside his office, close his door and lock it. She turned, gave him a bright smile and said, “Shall we pick up where we left off?”
Since Ted had previously convinced himself that she wasn’t coming back, he was a bit startled. He smiled back at her as his eyes took her in from head to toe. Once again she was displaying her exceptional cleavage through a button up blouse. Today she was wearing a skirt that fit very well and showed off her extremely well formed ass.
Once again he felt his bold attitude taking control. He held his hand up, making a swirling motion indicating that she should turn in a circle to give him a better look.
Michelle obliged, making a slow circle. Stopping when she faced him again she said, “You like me in a skirt?”
“I do,” he replied sincerely. “I’m thinking you should wear one every day.”
“I think that you are thinking that a skirt would make it easy for you to slip your hand up inside,” she grinned.
“Now why would you say that?”
As she had done the day before, Michelle walked around to his side of the desk and leaned her well-formed bottom against it. “Maybe because yesterday you showed me your beautiful cock and it was as hard as a rock.”
Ted felt his boldness growing in his chest. His meekness seemed to vanish. “So you thought you’d come back for another look?”
“That’s exactly what I thought,” she answered in a very soft voice.
Ted could see that her nipples were hard as they began to press against the fabric of her blouse. “And maybe you want to touch it again?”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” she purred.
“Should I assume that you enjoyed stroking my cock yesterday?”
Michelle shifted her position, opening her legs a bit. “You could certainly assume that I enjoyed it. In fact, I enjoyed so much that I had to get myself off last night while my husband was watching TV. All I could think about was how hot and hard it was.”
Ted tried not to show the surprise he felt at her admission that she had masturbated thinking of his hard cock. “So then,” he said smoothly, “You’d like to watch again?”
“Oh I would,” she cooed. “I know that I’m being a total slut, but I’ve thought about almost nothing else for the past 24 hours.”
He could see that her nipples were very hard and erect, and her breathing was almost a pant. He didn’t need to feel himself to know that the conversation had given him an erection that felt like steel in his trousers.
For once Ted didn’t question himself if this was the right thing to do. He simply stood up and watched her eyes drop immediately to bulge in his pants. He unbuckled his belt, unhooked his pants and let them drop around his ankles. He watched as her mouth opened when he pushed down his boxers.
“Do you want me sitting, like yesterday?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, her eyes riveted to his erection.
Once again, Ted sat in his chair and stretched out his legs toward her. His hard shaft was pointed toward her as he slowly wrapped his fingers around it and moved them up and down. He didn’t know where he came up with the courage to do this, but it felt good and it was obvious that it excited the hell out of her.
As she watched him unhurriedly slide his hand up and down he told her, “Don’t you remember the rules from yesterday?”
She blinked twice as if trying to remember before she quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist.
“Oh, I like those panties,” she said softly.