Stretching I checked the clock, thinking that it was probably around eight groaning inwardly when I saw that it was a little after nine.
Nine would have been good if things had gone as expected but, as I had been checking over the accounts I had found numerous tiny errors that would have to be put right. As it was I would be lucky to have everything finished by eleven at the earliest and was now wondering why I had volunteered to work late transferring files from our old system to the new. Correcting the last mistake I sighed, because everything needed to be up and running in two days time for the grand opening of our new head office and the Muppets currently working in accounts couldn't be trusted to not to misplace a zero turning a £100 costing into a £10 screw up.
For the next hour I was all business, promising to treat myself to a coffee only when I had finished off the last few files. Closing the last account I read my emails, sent off a report then sat back once again checking the clock.
It was a little after half ten, pleased with my progress I stood and stretched, easing the tension that had built from sitting for so long.
"Coffee I muttered to myself."
I walked off towards the kitchen and made a pot the smell alone seemed to revive me, I poured a large cup and decided to walk the two floors above and check on the progress there, earlier in the week it had been pretty much a shell but the decorators had finished and a parade of desks and chairs from the suppliers had been steadily drifting past my office.
The top floor, the fifth was to be the executive suite with IT and sales directly below. As the floors descended so did the pay check, anyway that was the theory on the shop floor.
The corridors and offices looked strange with the lights out. A small section of lights had been left on where I had been working, but everywhere else the only illumination came from the emergency signs above the doors.
The company were strict on wastage and anyone leaving a PC or light on over night would be reprimanded. The on duty security guard, Jack had stopped by earlier for a chat, he was supposed to walk the site every hour or so but we both knew that he had only stopped by to show his face before heading to his office for a sleep.
After a few minutes walking I noticed a faint glow coming from one of the blocks of cubicles that made up the sales department, casting long shadows out into the corridor. At first I thought someone had left a PC on and then I remembered Jake saying one of the IT people had stayed late checking the new computers.
Taking a long way round so that I didn't startle the cubicle occupant I wandered through an adjoining office, a route that should have brought me round to the side entrance but instead I misjudged in the dark ending up directly behind the lit desk.
I stopped dead still in the shadows.
Instead of someone checking the computer I was amazed to find Richard, the youngest member of the IT team, doing something that he shouldn't have been doing. From the way he was seated and rapid movement of his arm it was clear that he was pleasuring himself while watching porn. On the screen a woman was sitting astride one guy, riding as fiercely as she was able without dislodging a second guy who was thrusting his cock enthusiastically in and out of her mouth.
I grinned to myself glad of the entertainment, the view certainly was compelling, I was a secret voyeur to a young guys fantasies.
There was a familiar tickle in my stomach, the only sexual contact I had experienced in the last week had been on the morning I was 'touched up' in the elevator, which had been both a shock and thrilling but had far from satisfied my normal 'needs.' Being away from Steve was getting harder by the day.
I watched as the girl in the film eventually got onto her hands and knees inviting the guy she had been sucking to reposition to a doggie style. The guy was big; he pushed into her hard grabbing her hips and thrusting at a break neck pace not giving her chance to adjust to the savage assault. Her face was screwed up in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the first guy watched and jacked off, eventually they pushed her onto her back covering her tits, face and belly with cum as she wiggled about with one hand busy between her legs.
As the DVD switched to another scene Richard moved position, getting more comfortable by reclining the chair back a little, as he settled down I had my first look at the size of the thing in his hand.
Normally size is not an issue or of interest to me, Steve and our other friends are just 'average' with Steve having a little thicker shaft than the others, the thing is though my pleasure is of importance to them rather than just satisfying their own needs, they all have great staying power and love to play the games we play at my pace with my rules.
Some guys think that having a large dick is enough...it's not!
Give me a considerate lover over a 'big one' every time.
Some stories go into the whole 'thick as a coke can' (uncomfortable at best, must have a pussy like a skip) or the 12 incher and above (eye watering) but to be honest these kind of exaggerations normally turn me off a little rather than get me going.
However I don't know if it was frustration from my encounter earlier in the week or that I was just a little horny from the movie but as I watched Richard play I started to get really damp between my legs.
His right hand firmly held the bottom of his cock while the left glided back and forth over the rest of the shaft, he stopped when the first finger and thumb touched the head so that a little pre cum dribbled over them for lubrication.
He was probably stroking the hand about a hand and a half width; this is with his other hand nestled at the base. Although it was no thicker than the average he was certainly blessed as far as length goes.
As I have said normally size would not have impressed or interested me but the setting seemed to make everything so 'erotic' that along with the porn film and a week long lack of sex, (other than the elevator fingering) conspiring against me the damp feeling between my legs soon became a dribble.
The sensible part of me wanted to stay a safe distance and just enjoy the whole 'voyeuristic' nature of the situation while I took care of the tickle between my legs, but the naughty lustful part of me wanted a closer look at his 'thing' and what he was doing with it.
Richard was engrossed in the porno and did he not hear me approach.
Butterflies danced in my belly as I snuck up, still amazed that the cock of someone nicknamed 'Richard the nerd' by most of the office had me so fired up that I was contemplating a little mutual masturbation.
He heard nothing, but jumped as I rested my hand on his shoulder and whispered. "So, this is what you do on overtime."
He tried to cover himself with one hand (good luck there) while trying to shut off the DVD at the same time. I pressed down on his shoulders and said, "Too late, I saw what you were watching and what you were doing"
Unnerved and ashamed at being caught out he sat with his hands in his lap not daring to look me in the eye. He knew that I held a senior position and now that I think about it was probably the only thing that stopped him from bolting.
He looked utterly miserable and must have been wondering if this was the end of his job, I laughed and pushed past his seat so that I stood in front of him.
I nodded at the screen, "Wow, they're really going at it, aren't they?"
He looked up at me shocked, mouth gaping like a landed fish.
"It certainly looks like they're having fun." I said not taking her eyes from the action, "looked like you were enjoying it before I interrupted you."
"Please." He said shifting uncomfortably, "I've never done this before."
"What masturbated?" I exclaimed. "Sure you have, doesn't mean you're some kind of pervert."
I paused.
"I do it all the time."
He looked up shocked as I leant on the back of the chair and whispered close to his ear. "This looks a whole lot better than checking data, shall we watch it together?"
He looked stunned, unable to find his voice sitting with both hands clasped in his lap holding down his slowly softening cock.
The people in the film were still going at it hard and fast, the atmosphere was electric, Richard was holding his breath.
"It would certainly brighten a dull night up." I whispered, leaning in close so that my left breast brushed his arm.
