Steve had been feeling horny for days. After he had split up from his last girlfriend he had not thought about sex for weeks, but now that was changing and he couldn't stop his prick getting hard for little or no reason. He tried to keep it under control by masturbating regularly (well, almost daily), but this was no substitute for the real thing, and his prick knew it.
It was a hot Tuesday afternoon at work, and as had been the way so much recently Steve could not stop his mind from wandering from the work he should be doing. His prick stiffened a bit (again) and Steve knew he would have to make some adjustments inside his underwear if he were going to be able to keep working, so he chose this time to go outside for a cigarette. As he stepped out the back of the office he quickly put his hand down his shorts to re-arrange his prick and balls he heard the back door to the office open again, and could not get his hand out before Jo popped her head round the door.
"Hello Steve - pleased to see me?" she said with a sly smile. Jo was a temporary typist, and Steve had spoken to her during cigarette breaks over the last week or so. Steve blushed and told her that he had needed to make some adjustments, that was all, and he would be pleased if she wouldn't mention this to any of the other workers. Jo said that she wouldn't, and they moved the conversation on to work.
"I've been given my orders from the agency, and I've got a new job to go to next week at a factory" She told Steve
"Shame - I was getting to like these chats over a cigarette and a coffee" Steve replied and discreetly looked her up and down. Jo was a good looking woman of around 30 with short cropped black hair, she was around 5'8" and wearing the usual office uniform of white blouse, black skirt and black high heels. The thing that pleased Steve's eye most was the outlines from her lacy patterned bra that were quite visible through her blouse, drawing his eyes to her impressive cleavage.
"I know, but I gotta go where the agency says. I'll miss the people here. " she said looking over at Steve "and I prefer an office to a dull factory any day. "
"Yeah it's ok here - the work can be depressing - I often have to stay late to get mine finished" replied Steve "still - good luck with the new job, maybe we'll see you back here again soon".
The conversation carried on for a while, but the cigarettes ended and they both returned reluctantly to their desks, Jo on the other side of the office to Steve. Steve got his head down and wrote some more of those reports he had been putting off. Steve's prick wouldn't stay still, and he had to make another adjustment. This time he chose to try and do this discreetly under his desk.
Just then a new Email popped up on his screen. "You'll go blind!" was all it said, and it was from Jo. Steve quickly typed a reply "why do you think I wear glasses?" He looked over to where Jo sat outside the boss's office and she smiled cheekily over to him. He blushed again and put his head back into his work.
As the afternoon wore on Steve couldn't concentrate. He was meant to get a set of figures ready for the boss the next day, but had a different sort of figure on his mind - Jo's. When 5 o'clock came Steve had nowhere near finished the figures for his boss and resigned himself to another evening at the office. He said the usual goodbyes to the rest of the office crew as they left, and Jo came over to see him on her way out.
"You staying the night?" she inquired.
"I've got this report to finish by morning, so I'll have to"
"Shame - I was going to ask you to join me for a drink after work"
"Sorry - can't tonight" and boy did he mean he was sorry! "If I don't get this report ready for the boss I'll be in deep shit. How about tomorrow?"