Julie and the Office Bull

‘My God!!’ I thought…..’He could be a psychiatrist! He’d just described me and my life to a T.

I have my glorious career a 6 bedroom/3 bathroom house, my own BMW 3 series, a handsome husband with his own property business but who works long hours and weekends, we have a nice villa on Majorca but….but…but…something was missing; it was all so hollow and shallow.

Stevie was now sitting so close to me as he whispered into my ear I could feel the heat from his body. His fingers were soon inside my blouse and caressing the soft flesh of my boob. He was so gentle I could hardly feel his touch but it also felt like a thousand watts of electricity surging through my skin as he tried to peel my bra back.

I suddenly jumped up pushed him away and announced, “Enough! I need a cup of coffee!” Then I fled out of the office to the tea room. My hands were shaking as I filled the kettle with water.

I sensed that he was standing behind me in the doorway as I stared out of the window into the twinkling darkness of our city.

My mouth was as dry as a digestive biscuit but I managed to utter; “Why do you want my….you know….knickers?”

Stevie quietly chuckled.

“So I can sniff them and wrap them around my stiffy and wank into them while I think about you bending over your desk with your skirt up over your bare arse and your legs wide apart…begging me to fuck you. Come on Jools…my balls are bursting….you can’t leave me like this.”

I whispered. “You’re disgusting….you know that, don’t you?”

“I can be as disgusting as you want me to be.” The laugh in his voice getting louder, “Every perversion can be catered for!”

I was trembling as I slowly turned my head towards him. He’d finally worn me down after 3 full days of pestering and sexy talk.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone….would you?” My voice was barely audible now as I considered his proposition.

“Fuck no!” He chortled. “It’ll be our little secret…..I bet you’ve got lots of little secrets.”

“When would you….you know….actually do it?” My heart was thumping and I actually felt sick as I uttered the words.

“As soon as I get home!” He was now grinning like a fool and rubbing the bulge in his baggy cords.

Actually I did want to watch him masturbate….desperately so. As a teenager I’d sometimes hidden behind the bedroom door to watch my brothers masturbate then rush back to my own room and play with myself. Only one boyfriend had ever done it for me and my husband has always claimed that it’s something that he’s never done.

“I don’t know…..” My words tailed off as I poured the boiling water into my cup. Still not looking him in the eye I checked my watch. It was nearly 11pm and we were nearly finished for the night. I was trembling as I sipped my coffee. Stevie stared silently at me continuously rubbing his erection - which did look rather large!

“Wait there then.” My mouth was so dry my voice was hardly audible.
I shivered as I brushed passed him on my way to the ladies room.

I was struggling to breathe as I lifted my skirt and eased my peach satin thong down my thighs. My brain felt like a huge marshmallow as I tried to decide if I was doing the right thing. It was probably 20 years since I’d last done anything that could be considered ‘naughty’ and even then it was nothing like this. Could I really give a horny work colleague my knickers to masturbate into?

It was strangely liberating as I walked along the corridor back to the kitchen…..knickerless.

Stevie was looking apprehensive when I opened the door.

“Here, but I want them back.” I said as I dropped my panties onto the table, without thinking about the consequences.

“You little minx!” Stevie laughed as he picked my small thong up and examined them, running his finger along the warm damp crotch. I tried to look blank as he put them to his face and inhaled deeply but my nipples suddenly popped out like a pair of thimbles.

I didn’t move an inch as Stevie kept my panties pressed to his face and held his hand out and tickled my erect nipples for a few seconds.

“We should go home now.” I nonchalantly told him as I turned away and poured the full cup of coffee down the sink.

We didn’t speak another word as Stevie did a security check and I packed my laptop away. As he finally turned the key in the lock he looked at me and winked. I smiled a knowing smile.

“Goodnight.” We said in unison; then he turned to walk home and I crossed the car park.

My stomach was turning somersaults as I lifted my skirt to keep checking that my pulsating pussy was really uncovered as I drove home. I arrived home at 11.45 to find my two sons bickering in the kitchen as two different types of music blared out of their respective bedrooms and Greg my husband was already fast asleep in bed, no doubt aided by half a bottle of malt whisky.

I struggled to get to sleep as I contemplated what I’d done. My fingers kept wandering between my legs to touch my sticky vagina but I couldn’t find the courage to masturbate and relieve my sexual tension as I lay next to my drunken husband.

The following day I arrived at my desk to find a post-it note on my chair. ‘There’s a present for you in the top drawer’.

I tentatively opened it to find yesterday’s knickers scrunched up into a ball. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone who looked like they were going to visit me so I took them out and examined them.

I was nearly overcome by the smell of sex as I unfolded my soiled thong. The satin material was absolutely coated in hardened cum but the crotch was still sticky and warm! The dirty bugger must have used them one last time this morning….in my office. I threw them back into the drawer when my assistant knocked on the door.

“Good morning.” She smiled as she placed my post on the desk. “Are you ok? You look a bit….flushed?”

I smiled and told her I was fine.
The afternoon dragged by. Every time I saw movement outside my office I looked up hoping it would be Stevie but it never was. I contented myself with secretly touching and sniffing my dirty knickers that he had used to masturbate in; making myself incredibly horny. Every ten minutes or so I would open the drawer to look at the soiled panties and the smell of dried sperm was very nearly over powering. In fact the stench and feel made me the horniest I’d felt in a lot of years. So much so I was even tempted to go into the ladies toilet and masturbate myself….but I resisted.

I finally spotted him at 5pm just as everyone was leaving. He smiled and mimed drinking a cup of coffee. My stomach was spinning as I smiled and nodded agreement that I wanted a cup.

10 minutes later he sauntered into my office with two cups. We chatted about work and what was planned for the evening for 10 or 15 minutes. I tried to remain calm but all I could think about was the pair of soiled knickers in my drawer.
Just as he finished his coffee he grinned and asked, “Did you like my little present?”