I was working, as usual...

but tonight things were different.

I had something to think about that was exciting! My new friend had made a proposition and I was totally enthralled with the idea. He wanted me to masturbate, then tell him what I had been thinking about when I did it. So many possibilities!!! Of course, I'm sure he knew I would be fantasizing about him. A new relationship is always thrilling and the added excitement and sexual undertones make it so much more so. As I stood there, thoughts of him were constantly coming to mind. It was hard to concentrate on my work. I could already feel a hint of wetness starting to form between my thighs. A naughty little secret I have is that I rarely wear underwear...

so if I get too wet, I need to take care of it before there are tell-tale signs seeping through my pants. Tonight was one of those nights it threatened to be that way.

My freshly shaven softness rubbing against the silky material of my slacks along with the thoughts of the sexy "Mr. Cooper" were all too much for me. As soon as I could, I made my escape to the bathroom. Once there, all I could think about was lowering my slacks, and touching the already swollen bud of my personal place. I was so damn horny! I needed to cum! Thoughts of Mr.

Cooper filled my head. What would I do with him if he were here?? MMMMMM, the possibilities!!! I imagine him walking by the bathroom. I open the door, lay one hand on his arm and with the other, bring a finger to my lips, motioning for him to be quiet. I pull him into the bathroom and before he has a chance to speak, place my mouth on his and proceed to kiss him hungrily.

My hands run over his chest, then down to find the treasure I seek. I fumble with the opening of his pants, greedy for what's inside. As we kiss, I am walking him backward until his back is against the wall.

With his pants now open, I reach inside to reveal the hard throbbing treasure waiting there for me.

A moan escapes my lips as I get a glimpse of it. It makes my own womanhood throb with anticipation. I lower myself in front of him, taking in the sight of my treasure, smelling the muskiness of his sex. I caress and stroke him, watching as his breathing comes faster, his face more flushed. Looking into his eyes, I lower my mouth over him, slowly devouring every inch of his hard length. Hungrily I suck him. I love to feel him grow bigger inside my mouth with each stroke. All the while I am sucking him, my own fingers are stroking my personal place, rubbing juices up and down my slit, getting myself so hot I am barely able to hold off from cumming. I'm at the edge and whisper hoarsly to him, "PLAY ME!" In one smooth motion, he lifts me, turns me around, bends me over and shoves his hard length deep into my softness.

I am already cumming with the first thrust. Waves of orgasm overtake me and I ride with the flow, relishing the feel of my pulsing softness wrapped around his length. He trusts harder and faster, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, or maybe it's just one continuous one. I feel as if I am about to pass out with the pleasure of it. With a hard thrust and an animalistic grunt, he empties himself into me, shuddering with his own orgasm. After a minute or two to catch our breath, we break apart. My softness feels the emptiness as soon as he withdraws and impulsively convulses, wanting more. I come back to reality and realize I have been gone awhile and reluctantly, clean myself up and head back to work. I wonder if they notice my flushed face as I enter the room.