As my boss Vicki comes walking around the corner of the row of cubicles at five o'clock sharp, I feel my cock start to stir. Her blond hair is somewhat askew from her Wednesday afternoon run, and the glow in her cheeks and glistening skin resemble how she looked the first time I came in her sweet pussy three weeks ago. She saunters over to me and wraps her right hand around my swelling meat. I feel a surge of energy as she grabs me. Her thumb gently rubs the top of the tip for a moment as she fixates on my groin.
"Let's go" she quietly orders, as she turns and starts walking towards her office with my naked body in tow. As we march back around the cubicle row I admire her strong thighs and think back to how this "hump day" tradition got started.
Like any other Wednesday, I stayed late at the office since I had a 6:30 bowling league that night. I always brought my team shirt and a pair of shorts to change into before I left. As a typical engineering firm, everyone was usually in by 7 am and out the door by 4 pm. That particular hump day was no different.
Vicki also had Wednesday night engagements most weeks, things like meetings at the Women's Business Club and dinners at the Engineers Society. As owner of the company it was important for her to attend these types of functions to maintain contacts and generate business. The fact that her piercing blue eyes and great smile accentuated a very pretty face probably helped her in this role, but so did the fact that Vicki was a genuine sweetheart.
In fact, she was so nice that even her strong legs that I occasionally got a peek at didn't cause me to think much of her sexually. As a married 40 year-old mother of three, her body was nice but not dazzling, and with her outdated wardrobe she could almost look a little frumpy at times. She never wore anything above the knee or showed much up top. Vicki almost blushed whenever someone talked about sex, and would always change the subject. It was generally agreed among the guys in the office that she only did it in the missionary position (and not very often at that) and wouldn't suck cock.
She had just started running after work on Wednesdays now that winter was gone and there was more daylight. She had never returned to the office afterword though, so it never crossed my mind that she might that afternoon. I don't leave until 6:15 for bowling, but I was ready to get out of my work clothes that afternoon. As five approached I went into the bathroom and removed my suit and dress socks to a hangar and realized I had left my bowling clothes on my desk. I thought I could just sneak the 50 feet to my desk and back to retrieve them without a problem.
I had almost reached my desk when I heard a loud gasp. There was Vicki, fresh from her run, standing at the end of the cubicle row. She had entered the office while I was disrobing and must have heard the bathroom door close when I walked out. I froze at the end of my desk, totally nude, and paralyzed with the thought that I was going to get fired on the spot. I wanted to say something, do something, but I just stood there naked as the day I was born. All I could do was look at her, slightly perspired and red-faced from her run, looking back at me.
Instead of turning away or covering her eyes or doing anything that I would have expected of her, Vicki started looking over my average 38 year-old body. I was stunned at her boldness as I watched her eyes nervously gaze over me and stop when they reached my tool. As she continued to stare I suddenly realized that I was well on my way to an erection. My dick snapped to attention like I was 18 again. She anxiously bit her lower lip and started to fidget a little.
I started to reach for my bowling shirt to cover myself up when she said "It's been a long time since a man had that reaction as soon as he saw me".
I had grabbed the shirt but stopped short. Did I hear that right? I looked at her, swallowed nervously, and stammered "W-What did you say?"
She smirked shyly and looked down at my prick, which was throbbing by now and almost hurt as it pointed right at her. "Is it...is it as hard as it looks?" she queried.
I blinked a couple of times as I looked at my aching penis, but didn't answer. My brain was trying to process not only that I still had my job, but the fact that my boss was asking about my cock that I lustfully realized I wanted to put inside her.
I looked back at her face and examined it. Instead of the confident owner of a business, I saw someone different. Vicki looked a little nervous and a lot lonely. Her eyes showed a longing sensual desire that hadn't been fulfilled in quite some time. It was obvious something was missing from her life, and judging by the way her hard nipples tried to push through her shirt, it wasn't hard to figure out what that something was.
I still hadn't answered though as my mind raced away, and she started to snap out of her trance a bit. She blushed and said "I'm sorry..." and began to slowly turn away.