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I'd been waiting for the call to the office but a week or so went by and not a peep. Wondering if the original fantasy was now blown by the reality crossed my mind, but as I relaxed into the hot waters of my tub to soak and think, it was apparent that I had not changed that much. I was older, wiser, more confident, just better over all. I crossed over from dread of having to deal with a horny boss to the idea of boss-with-benefits. Played the two scenarios a few times and fell into a meditative calm.
I was feeling the pucker of my fingertips and the cooling of the waters coming back to the world. I took a deep breath. My body began to float with the added air. My cock had responded to a nice long soak. It was laying across the top my thigh looking like a pink eel and my balls were long and heavy. I love that feeling. It was that feeling that stopped me from jumping up into the cool air of the bath room, too. So I savored the moment with both hands stroking my cock and hefting my balls in the palm of my hand. I love the floating and the gentle landing softly back into my hand. My cock grew hard and I rewarded myself with long continuous strokes. My cock head was responding and I squeezed it into a mushroom and released it. I could feel my balls drawing up to my body without my help. that awesome sensation anticipating a shot of cum soon.
The cell phone was set on stun. I was trying to keep the sounds down. It was tough trying to sleep during the day when i got home so I relied on a hot bath and a hot solo stroke session to put my down for a few hours before I headed back to the juice joint. Yet, even though I was trying to leave it all behind, the phone buzzed on the vanity. It was quiet for a few minutes and then it started up again. I stared at the ceiling with a cock in one hand and ball sack in the other and imagined that HR clerk with the fucking perking tits and oh so slim waist. What was up with her! She was all business but one couldn't help but watch her as she fetched the forms and made her copies and she would stand with her legs apart while she dug in the files. The soft fabric of her dress laid in the crack of her ample ass and left nothing to the imagination at that time. She was a vision! and then she'd come back to her desk and she always worm those cross-over blouses that wrapped each breast and left a bit of cleavage for the viewer.
And oh shit she wore this perfume, it must have had pheromones or something in it because I left with a woody every time I had to go in. I wanted to make up some excuse to go back and sniff her out again. Let's see what could I change. Yeah, I could go in and ask her if all the forms were in order. Make sure that she double checked them - maybe even get her to lean forward and point to the check list in earnest while I take her in. yeah, I stroked, Yeah. I'd just watch and she'd do her job. I'd prepare by wearing boxers and some baggy pants, wear a cock ring and stand back just enough so when she would look me over as I read the files she'd catch my crotch, full of cock. I'd be nonchalant. Agree with her that the files were done. She'd look at me, with my sex-flushed face and see sex in my eyes. Tell me ok. and turn to return the files and I'd grip my cock - like I'm doing now - and strangle the tip - pull and push while she walks away. My cock would be prepped for a nice stroke off in the stall down the hall - but now, now I'm pulling my cock and watching the vision of her full ass moving in my mind. Aw, yes! I released my cock freeing it to spray my load across my belly and chest. I arched my back and pushed for the next two sprays of cum. They arrived and I sank deep into the tepid waters. My breathing heavy pushing the cool air all the way down to my exposed toes. It was time to jump, towel and dive into the warm bed. Attempting to keep the orgasm sensation, I ran with my eyes nearly shut to the bed and took a dive at the sheets. Tossing the cover over and up to my nose. I was still panting with my heart pounding as I let my self go limp.
I love that sensation of quiet after exertions. I dozed off to sleep thinking - hmm that was good.
Nite.