#caught stuart

It all started a few weeks ago. Stuart had just started his internship. He had his own desk, surrounded by his teammates from the summer prior. They all shared greetings, smiles and hugs. That's when you walked in with your long legs and tight skirts. Your smile had made his heart flutter but it was your eyes that had Stuart blushing like he'd never seen a woman in his life. You had introduced yourself as their boss and Stuart thought he died and went to heaven. You had a stack of papers, their first assignment. As you handed him his paper, your fingers grazed and a bolt of electricity went up his arm. He licked his lips quickly, stuttering out a greeting. You flashed him your fabulous smile and Stuart was a goner. That was the beginning of Stuart Twombly pining after you.

As weeks went by, his crush on you turned into lust. You were beautiful and the way your skirts clung to your curvy frame had his imagination running wild. Just like it was now. You floated around their office, checking in on everyone's work. You wore a light beige blouse, unbuttoned just enough to give him a tantalizing view of your cleavage. Your inky black pencil skirt looked practically painted on and your heels accentuated your long legs. Every few moments he would glance up, eyes sliding down your frame when he thought you weren't looking. Stuart couldn't help but fantasize. All he wanted to do was bend you over the nearest desk and-

“Hey Stu? Could you print me out a few copies of these files for me please?” Your voice cut through his wild imagination. Stuart’s eyes snapped up to yours, his body temperature rising with the blush that started to cover his face. He was mortified, hoping you hadn’t caught him eye fucking you at his desk. He shifted uncomfortably under your expectant gaze, his fantasies having physically affected him. He took the small stack of papers with a small nod. Your smile lit up his whole day and all too soon you were leaving. 

Stuart watched you leave, eyes trailing after your figure. He looked down at the papers and sighed softly. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his less than professional thoughts. He really needed to get a hold of himself. It was just so hard when you walked around looking like that...all irresistible and junk. With a heavy sigh, Stuart stood and headed over to the copy room in the back of the small office he shared with his teammates. He rifled through the papers, curiosity getting the best of him. There was nothing too interesting about them so he got to work.

He opened the lid to the copy machine, placing the first file inside. He pressed a few buttons, telling the machine how many copies he wanted and hit start. While it went to work Stuart took a seat. He let his head fall back against the wall as his mind, once again, trained on you. Your long legs, that tight skirt, and those cute little blouses that showed just the right amount of skin. Stuart sighed imagining bending you over one of these machines in here. I bet she tastes so sweet. That was another fantasy of his; bunching your skirt up around your hips and devouring you like his last meal, your moans filling the room.

The effects of his imagination were clear by the tent in his now too tight jeans. Stuart lifted his head, gazing down at his lap. He groaned in annoyance, head banging against the wall with a dull thud. This was like the sixth hard on he’d gotten at work this week and it was only Wednesday. His gaze moved towards the door as an idea popped into his mind. He licked his lips nervously. This was such a bad idea but he was desperate. The throbbing between his legs prompted him to relieve it. 

Stuart hesitated, eyes glancing towards the door. If anyone came in it’d be horrifying and he would surely get fired, but, if he could get away with it, he would be able to settle his nearly uncontrollable urge to bend you over the nearest flat object and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Another semi-painful throb and Stuart was undoing his jeans and pulling his aching member free of his jeans. A soft sigh of relief fell over him as he was no longer restrained in the uncomfortable fabric. He was hard as a rock, standing tall. The vein running along the underside stood out prominently. Stuart trailed a finger along the vein, shivering at the sensation. 

He glanced up at the door one final time before he wrapped his hand around his aching member. He dragged his hand up slowly, squeezing with just the right amount, eliciting a soft sigh. His eyes closed as he sank into a more comfortable position in the small office chair he was in. His mind easily fell to you, imagining your soft, warm hands grasping his aching cock. Stuart groaned just thinking about it. His hand fell into a quick rythym, pumping himself as he let out an occasional breathy moan. He even let your name slip out once or twice as he stroked himself, mind picturing all of the things he wanted to do with you...to you.

You stared at your computer screen, lips pursed as you read over the latest faculty email. It was something about not leaving out cold coffee in the break room again. You rolled your eyes and exited out of the short message. Your eyes flicked down to the tiny clock in the bottom right hand corner of your computer screen. You were surprised to find that a rather long amount had passed since you asked Stuart to get you copies of those files. You frowned wondering what could possibly be taking this long.

With a huff you rose from your chair and walked out of your office. The sound of your black heels tapping along the tiled floor alerted his teammates to your entry. Their gazes trailed reluctantly from their computer screens to you. “Have any of you seen Stuart?” your voice came out easy going even though you were a bit annoyed at printing just a few papers had taken longer than five minutes, and that was being liberal with time. Neha was the first to respond, pointing towards the copy room. A single brow arched in surprise as you thanked her and walked over.

You paused before rounding the corner. Nervousness began to coil in your lower abdomen all of a sudden. Something was telling you to be cautious, but you weren’t sure why. You slowly began to round the corner, eyes peering through the tiny window in the door. Your jaw dropped instantly as you gazed upon the sight that greeted you. There he was, eyes closed and cheeks lit up a pretty pink color. His lips were parted just slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them as his hand worked furiously over his hard length. Heat shot through your entire being, settling right between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, hand hovering over the handle. Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought over what to do.

Before you could properly map out a plan of action, your body acted of it’s own accord. Your hand wrapped around the handle, turning it agonizingly slowly as you cautiously stepped inside. Stuart had yet to notice you as you closed the door silently behind you. Your eyes moved over his body once again, drinking everything in. You felt yourself throb, biting down on your bottom lip to quell the moan that begged to be released. Stuart Twombly was surely a sight to see right now.

“Need some help?” The sound of your voice met your ears as it bounced confidently off the walls. It wasn’t until Stuart’s eyes opened, quickly filling with fear that you had realized that you’d spoken. You stayed rooted to the spot as Stuart froze like a deer in the head lights. His eyes were glued to you as you reached up, tugging on the small string that released a paper blind over the small door window. You watched as his chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His cock twitched in his hand as you took a few deliberate steps forwards.

“I said...need help with that?” Your voice met Stuart’s ears again and that’s when he realized that this wasn’t a dream. He was no longer fantasizing about your soft lips and round hips. No, he was looking at them now like an utter fool, petrified. Now you know why Stuart was so fucked. He’d just been caught jacking himself off in the copy room. He opened up his mouth to speak but no words came out. It was like every system in his body had shut down. He was trapped inside of his own mind, screaming for himself to do something...anything...but sit there and stare at you like a frightened deer.

“I-I..it’s not...I’m just...it’s...uh,” Stuart couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. His mind was in shambles as it worked and reworked over different scenarios that could even come close to possibly explain how he came to be sitting here, cock in had, throbbing with need for release. He kept drawing blanks as he stared up at the object of his affections. Having you there, boring such a fiery, needy gaze on him did nothing to help him think straight. A weak, “yes,” ended up falling from his lips instead. Stuart had no idea what confirming your question for help would ensue but he in no way thought you’d fall to your knees in front of him.

Stuart’s jaw dropped at his very dreams came true. Your eyes watched his every move as you slapped his hand away and took his cock in your own. It was just how he’d imagined, soft and warm in your grasp. You were so gentle as you lazily stroked up and down his length. A shaky moan spilled from Stuart as his eyes locked with yours. Every nerve ending was set ablaze by your smoldering gaze. There was so much allure there. He’d dreamed of this moment so many times but it was nothing compared to the real thing. The way your eyes seemed to glow, the warmth of your skin on him, the softness of your hands. It was all so...perfect. 

A shiver raced up his spine as your hand twisted as it reached the head of his cock. A small yelp of pleasure escaped him as his body tensed, not used to the new technique that had his toes curling and his orgasm speeding towards its intended goal. “Please,” Stuart gasped, hands gripping the arm rests so tightly his knuckles turned white. Your eyes moved up to his face, keening at the sight of him. Stuart’s face was flushed, eyes squeezed tightly as his lips parted as he panted heavily. It was really a sight to behold and you felt your panties dampen knowing that you were the cause. You were the reason that Stuart was barely holding it together, the reason that he’d come in here to jerk off because he couldn’t hold back any longer.

You wrapped your lips around his member, sinking down until he was tapping the back of your throat. Even then you slipped him in further until his entire length was completely enclosed inside your mouth. Stuart released a long cry of pleasure, hips jerking up to get more of that wet heat around him. His hands flew into your hair, tugging at the soft strands struggling to keep his composure. He couldn’t be too loud or else the two of you would be caught, but as you began to move, sliding up and down his shaft, taking him all the way in until your nose touched the curly hair at the base of his cock, that proved to be a lot more difficult than he’d originally thought. Soft grunts rumbled in Stuart’s chest as you deep throated him. His toes curled as white hot pleasure ignited his his veins. His mind was fogged over with lust as he gave into the carnal pleasure of you and your skilled tongue. It lapped at him, twirled around his head, and slid over the prominent vein trailing the length of his penis. 

You name left his lips like a prayer as he rocketed towards his ending. Stuart squirmed in his seat as the pleasure mounted. He felt the pressure between his legs grow and he knew what was happening. He could feel the pleasure mount and mount and mount until he was throwing his head back, groaning as the damn broke and he spilled into your mouth without warning. His stomach filled with butterflies as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shocked his system, your name coating his lips with each shiver rolling up his spine. Stuart fell from his high slowly, body spamming with the most intense climax he’d ever experienced. He gasped for air as his eyes slid open to watch you pull off his softening cock and look up at him with fire in your eyes. 

You stood, adjusting your skirt and licking the small bit of his cum from the corner of your now reddened lips. Stuart shivered at the sight as you leaned over him, hands on his thighs. “I’ll need those files copied asap Stuart.” Your voice was like silk as you purred in his ear. You straightened up, feeling his eyes watch as you sauntered towards the door. “Oh and Stu,” you peered over your shoulder at him. He was slumped in his chair, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. “Hand deliver them to me, I have some more work I need you to do for me,” you winked and stepped out of the copy room like nothing ever happened.