Bev And Tom

[Tom]

Tom leaned back in the lazy boy recliner and struggled not to open his eyes as Beverly slowly stripped his scrubs off him.

This was the second time Beverly had snuck into the Wellness Room to touch and arouse Tom as he was "sleeping". This time she was stripping off his pants and Tom desperately wanted to peak at what she was doing.

...

It all started two weeks ago...

It was late in the day and Tom was taking his last fifteen-minute break before his shift ended and he could clock out and go home. The break room was usually empty at this time of day and Tom was taking advantage of the relative quiet to tilt his chair back against the far wall, phone in hand, and cruise the internet for interesting sights when he heard someone coming down the short hallway to the break room. Fearing to be caught, Tom thumbed the power of his phone and dropped his chair to all fours as Beverly came in for her break.

Beverly was one of his favorite co-workers to watch as she always wore scrubs with interesting themes and patterns. Today, Tom was instantly distracted by the shape of her ass and thighs as she walked around the room.

It was obvious she had not seen him sitting against the wall in shadow and, in her perceived privacy, she was a little less inhibited in the preparation of her snack.

Normally, Beverly would always put on a serious face and speak with professional distance. Tom noticed when, in conversation, he turned his eyes away in thought or inspection she would glance at his lips or chest and smile innocently to herself. Her smile never came out face to face, but Tom cherished watching it in his peripheral vision.

So far it had always been her looking at him secretly, but today Tom had a chance to check her out without her noticing.

Most of Tom's view was from behind and a smile of his own pulled at the corners of his lips as she bounced and bobbed in front of the microwave and cooler. As she waited for the food to heat and the water to pour, she would impatiently bounce up and down on the balls of her feet. Her lovely ass would bounce up and down in her scrubs and her breasts, what he could see, would bounce up and down on her chest. This was exactly the kind of break he was looking for... something for the eyes and something to get a rise out of him.

One of Tom's favorite things to do during his break was to sit in the break room, put a wall at his back and cruise porn on his phone. His dick would start to harden as images filled his eyes and scenarios filled his head. His pulsing cock would slowly rise from between his legs and slowly fill out his pant leg, waking him up like no other drug. He would sit there, cock throbbing in his scrubs and he would refuse to touch it. He would close his eyes and imagine scenes with his co-workers and customers. His pulsing head would grow slick with desire, and he would keep it going for the entire break time. Then, he'd tuck it against his thigh and head back to work... the last part of his shift was made lighter and a little brighter by the pulsing reminder of his imaginings.

Tom was already well aroused when Beverly came in for her break, his cock already long and full in his scrubs and his mind already imagining a menagerie of naked flesh and passion. As she bounced and pranced in the kitchen, Tom let his imagination go wild with this unintended voyeurism. He could see her panty lines and bra outline as she bent over to view into the microwave. In his mind he could imagine her bent over the break room table struggling to take all of him in as he slowly pushed in and out of her from behind.

When Beverly finally opened the door of the microwave and turned to go into the break room area Tom immediately felt strange - he had been watching her unawares - and quickly shut his eyes and slumped in his chair. His plan was to pretend he was asleep so if she noticed him, she would not feel like he had been watching her and not saying anything.

He knew the moment she noticed him. Even with his eyes closed, he heard her come to an abrupt halt in her trip to one of the free tables. He heard her put down her meal and, instead of pulling out a chair and sitting, he heard the squeak squeak of her shoes as she approached him.

"Hey Tom..." he heard her say, but if he woke right away, he was afraid she might think he was faking.

"Tom?" he heard her close the gap a little closer.

"Tom? Are you asleep?" More than ever, Tom wanted to keep his eyes closed.

"Tom? You're going to sleep past your break..." and with this last statement she touched his shoulder.

The combination of a little porn, a little voyeurism, the touch of her hand on his shoulder and the smell of her scent ran through Tom like a rush. He felt his entire body flush with excitement and as he tried to hide his reaction through his fake sleep it all coalesced in his groin. Without plan or intent, his already hard cock grew turgid in his pant leg and started pulsing up his thigh to nestle right under the waistband of his scrubs.

He distinctly heard Beverly draw in a breath of shock as the shape of his cock moved under his pants and started pulsing against his drawstring. Her hand quickly pulled back from his shoulder, and he heard nothing as she stared at his groin and his burgeoning package.

[Beverly]

Beverly didn't know what to do. At first when she saw Tom slumped in the chair against the wall, she thought he was hurt, but as she came closer to check on him, she could tell by his relaxed posture that he wasn't in distress. She knew that Tom's shift ended right after her's started and a quick look at her watch told her that Tom would be late if he didn't get upstairs soon.

As she approached him, she could tell he was sleeping, hands and wrists resting on his knees and head cocked to one side in a pose of relaxation. She called out to him and touched his shoulder to nudge him awake when she was hit with a feeling of deep arousal. She was touching Tom and the fact that he was asleep made the simple gesture one of intimacy. A feeling of sensuality rushed through her, and she dropped her eyes to his lap as it hit.

At the same time, she saw his pants move. Her first reaction was fear and she gasped and stepped away. The pulsing of his pant leg started moving up from his thigh and between his legs to the top of his thigh and up farther. It wasn't until it got halfway that she realized that it was the pulse of his erection, filling and rising his cock to a position of attention at his waist.

She watched it in fascination and as she did her eyes grew round and then wide -- Tom's cock was big -- almost the biggest she had ever seen. Tom was a big guy and the movement of his pant leg looked like an anaconda had escaped up it and was seeking a way to get out via his waistband.

She darted her eyes up to Tom's face and was reassured that, to all detection, he was still fast asleep in the chair.

This time she clasped his shoulder in her whole hand and stated in a louder volume "Tom?" She shook his shoulder, "Tom?" He continued to slump. Beverly raised her voice even higher and shook Tom vigorously "Tom, you've got to get up!".

He appeared to be dead to the world, but as she glanced back down at his cock, she noticed a dime-sized wet spot appearing at the top of his scrubs where the head of his cock pressed against it.

Beverly thought back to the only time she had ever seen a dick this big, a short-lived bout of sex during a party in nursing school...

[Beverly, Flashback]

Beverly had just finished a long series of finals during one of her last semesters and was determined to let off steam at a local house party.

An hour and a half into the party she was half drunk and dancing like a wild woman -- her cares left on the dance floor. She noticed with a thrill an older, large, dark man lock eyes with her, step away from a flock of girls and approach her. He stepped so close to her that she put her hands up between them and ended up resting them on his chest as he leaned in and said, "I've been waiting for you all night.".

His voice was deep, his chest was hard and muscled and his height had him looking down on her from above. He didn't seem to belong here, but a thrill ran through her at his dismissal of the other girls and his choice of her.

"Do you want to dance or do you want to..." As he let that sentence hang, he wrapped his long arms around her, bent down and pulled her into a deep and sensuous kiss. Two seconds of shock were followed by an equal measure of passion from Beverly. Her kiss met his as an equal, but he upped the ante by grabbing her ample ass and pulling her close. The feel of his cock through his pants had her spreading her legs and grinding her mons into the thickness of his excitement.

Sometime later she found her back against a wall, gasping for breath with her extremities on fire. He had consumed her with his lips, roamed her contours with his hands and promised a respite to her need with his hardness. His look of passion took in her equal need and without a word he took her hand and led her upstairs to one of the house's bedrooms.

The second they entered the room he took over and, none too gently, he pushed her shoulders down until she dropped to her knees in front of him. Before she could account for it, his pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and hanging off his ass, his cock bobbing in front of her like a half-filled fire hose.

Her eyes grew wide, and her own desires took over. Both of her hands wrapped around his shaft, and one pulled back his foreskin to show the moist head of his cock. Almost without a will of her own she was sucking, licking and swallowing as much of it as she could. He was large and she could only take half of it in her mouth at a time, so one hand crept down to his balls while the other stroked his saliva slick shaft up and down, his head popping into and out of her mouth with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck woman!" he growled. He took a step back and lifted her by her upper arms to a standing position, spun her around so that she was facing away from him, and walked her towards the bed. When her thighs hit the high mattress, she expected to be lifted and turned again, but instead he pressed insistently on her back, between her shoulder blades and bent her over the bed.

In seconds, her pants were down, and she had quickly stepped out of the confining bunch at her feet, her mind apprehensive and her body on fire for what was about to happen.

He started by rubbing his shaft against the lips of her pussy, smacking it up and down and impacting her clit. It startled her, it hurt a little and it made her groan into the mattress. Her excitement was already at an all-time high and her juices coated his immensity as he bobbed it up and down against her. Feeling her slickness and hearing her moans of need, he moved the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy and at his gesture she groaned again in passion and anticipation.

"Oh yeah girl, you're ready..."

He dipped and pushed his head into her waiting embrace, gauging the tightness and then slowly pushed in one long slow thrust. He thrust until he hit bottom and this time, she buried an "ugh" into the mattress.

Once he had her depth, he pulled out and then back in again sharply, this time smacking her wide ass with a large hand, the sound of the smack loud in the room and the sting of it mixed with the overwhelming feel of her being filled from stem to stern by a man she did not know, with a cock bigger than her expectations, and with a domineering attitude that left no doubt that she was getting fucked and getting fucked hard.

She loved every second of it.

They did not make love... he fucked her. He pulled her hair until her head arched up and her grunts and moans could be heard throughout the room. He pawed her breasts and continued to smack her ass.

Through it all, she came like she'd never come before. Her orgasm began when he started pounding her and her orgasm never stopped. It didn't stop when he smacked her ass, and it didn't stop when he pulled her hair.

Later, in a daze and alone, she stumbled out of the upstairs room, knees weak, his come still dripping from her pussy and down the inside leg of her pants. She picked up another beer on the way out and eventually found herself passed out in her dorm bed with a sense of completeness, tenderness, and absolute power.

[Beverly, Now]

Beverly flushed and shook her head at the remembered one night stand and her, since unequaled passion. She flushed and looked down again at Tom's cock as it pushed against his scrubs, so much like she remembered, so big and thick.

She stumbled back, picked up her meal and fled the room. Her thoughts were out of control and without a little distance she was unsure of what she might do.

[Tom]

Tom came upstairs long after his break was over and double-downed on work. He had a lot of work to do to catch up to where he should be.

Halfway through his remaining shift Beverly appeared at his side.

"Hey Tom. I saw you downstairs in the break room. You looked pretty out of it."

"Yeah" Tom replied, "I've been having an awful case of narcolepsy lately that has been hitting me hard mid-shift. Sometimes I pass out and can't seem to wake up. Sorry about that."

"Really?" Beverly asked. "You seemed pretty dead to the world..."

"Yeah," Tom continued, "I feel like I could sleep through a meteor strike. Don't worry about it, after a half hour I seem to wake up fine. Thanks for asking."

Beverly wandered off and Tom sighed in relief -- he had not been caught. One less thing to be worried about.

When Beverly returned later, Tom started thinking that something else was going on.

"Tom?" Beverly asked. "You should try the Wellness Room we have down there. It has a comfy chair that would probably be better than those break room chairs. You could also close the door and get some pretty good privacy."

Tom watched Beverly walk away and wondered at the flush that was rising up her neck to her ears and her quickened breathing.

[Beverly, later that week]

Beverly spent the rest of the week fantasizing about Tom's package and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Her opportunity came when Tom walked by her before his break and made an exaggerated roll of his eyes to indicate how "tired" he was. She watched him head downstairs and hoped that he'd take her suggestion of the Wellness Room as a place to sleep off his break.

Beverly got little work done as she waited for her break to intersect with his, her imagination going wild with repeated replays of his engorged sex moving under his pant leg to leak and throb at his waistline.

At her break she stopped by the kitchen to fill up her water bottle and to check out the chairs in the back -- no Tom.

She went down the hallway to the Wellness Room and noted that the usage indicator was flipped to "in use". Normally this would prevent anyone from interrupting a potential personal activity like expressing milk, prayer, or self-medication but Beverly knew in her gut that Tom was in there, laying back in the comfy chair passed out cold.

She pressed the handle of the door and noted that it was not locked. Pushing in, she quietly opened and then stepped into the room, quickly closing the door behind herself. As she had hoped, Tom leaned back in the room's only chair, side table lamp throwing a soft glow across his relaxed face and chest.

"Hey Tom? How are you doing?" she said as she moved towards him. At his lack of response she touched his shoulder, pushing and said a little louder "Tom?" His head hung a little more to the side and to all observation he was fast asleep.

She looked down to his scrubs and noticed that they hung loose, and no trace of an erection met her intense scrutiny.

"Tom?" she said one last time while reaching down and patting his thigh. He slept on.

Beverly dropped to her knees in front of Tom's chair and put one hand on each knee. Slowly she pushed and his legs parted easily. She stared at the amorphous bulk hidden by the scrubs between his legs and moved forward to position herself directly between his legs and close to his groin.

Without her having to touch him she could see his package start to move and grow. As soon as it started, she reached out and put a hand against its growing bulk. She could feel Tom's heat and the pulsing of the blood as it rushed to his dick. Saliva flooded her mouth and her breathing quickened.

With her other hand she reached up and stretched the waistband of his scrubs down, exposing the growing fullness of him. It was not yet as large as she had pictured it last week when full-grown in his scrubs and the idea that it had more to grow overtook her and allowed her to throw all caution to the wind.

She ducked her head and deftly sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. He was still somewhat soft, but his head was warm and tasted salty to her palate. She gripped his shaft with her free hand and pumped up, from root to head, causing him to harden and grow in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and started milking it with her lips and hand as she felt him grow larger and harder in her grip.

Her mind was lost in memories of the last time she had a cock this big in her mouth and the tingling in her pussy took on a new intensity. She released his scrubs now that he was helpfully protruding so markedly out of them and dropped her hand to her own groin. Snaking her hand under her own waistband she plunged her fingers down, beneath her underwear and over her own sex. The moist heat coming off her told the story of her excitement and she zestfully swirled her tongue around his cock, tasting his pre-cum as she dipped one, and then another, finger into her own needy core, rubbing the meat of her palm against her clit.

[Tom]

Tom was astonished with where this afternoon's break had taken him and Beverly. He lost the struggle to keep his eyes closed while Beverly devoured his cock and peaked between his eyelashes at the sight of her hungrily taking as much of him as she could reach into her warm, wet, ever-stimulating mouth.

He heard a sound that he had trouble identifying until it became clear to him that what he heard was the slap and suck of her fingers pounding into and out of her pussy as she sucked on him.

Beverly groaned around his head, and he noticed her hips start to buck to the rhythm of her assault. Watching her start to come while she had her mouth wrapped around his dick was almost too much for him. His balls grew taught, and his dick took on a new hardness and length.

Beverly reacted to his reaction and started moaning non-stop through her nose, grunting with each thrust of her fingers, and doubling down on her oral efforts. She felt his impending orgasm through the tenseness of his thighs and the pulsing of his cock in her hand and mouth and just as he lost control, she tumbled over the cliff of her own orgasm, his hot salty come poured into her mouth as her pussy throbbed in ecstasy. She sucked him and licked him while her own body quivered in the release of her own juices, pooling in the palm of her hand, dripping down her thighs and leaving her legs quivering in release.

Beverly finished cleaning him from his own messy outpouring, sucking, and licking and drinking him in like a child would lick the inside of an ice cream bowl to ensure they didn't miss a thing.

Tom closed his eyes again and let out a small nasal snore as she pulled up his scrubs and put him back to rights.

Minutes later Beverly had slipped from the room, and he was left alone wondering at how things had turned out. Tom stared at the ceiling for many minutes before getting up, retrieving his phone from the opposite wall's credenza, and turning off the recording he had been making.