Being cornered in the storage closet at work by my coworker many years my senior.
Softly speaking as she reaches above me to grab something from a higher shelf, barely room enough for the both of us.
Her arms above her head, pulling the bottom hem of her shirt up just enough to see her stomach. A sweet soft bump, faint stretch marks peeking above the edge of her pants.
Desperately trying to avert my eyes but I can’t help but notice, and my body can’t help but betray me.
As she grabs what she needs and brings her arms back down, just barely grazing my now throbbing cock. Embarrassment consumes my entire being, face red, bulge completely visible, the most excited and ashamed I’ve ever found myself.
But she doesn’t shame me. Doesn’t ridicule me. Instead, slides two fingers down the front of my pants. A whimper escapes my lips. Speech isn’t an option, I’ve forgotten all of my words.
Two fingers becomes three becomes her whole hand, cool, soft fingers wrapped around my warm, leaking cock.
She leans in close, lips to my ears.
“Is this all for me?” soft words, hard cock, the warmth of her breath against my ear and neck pushing me just a little too far.
Her hand and my boxers ruined. A mess. Sticky, warm, only getting messier as she slowly pulls her hand up out of my pants. Licking each and every finger clean.
She says nothing else. Leaves the storage closet, a smile on her face, eyes locked with mine.
What else even needs to be said? She owns me now.
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