Chrissie had seen him enter the bathroom and decided to wait before going to her car. What was he doing in there? Was he taking a piss? Surely it doesn't take that long. Or was he jerking off? Shit! He might be. She wanted to know. She had to know. If he was cock stroking she wanted to see it. What woman doesn't like to see a sexy man pleasuring himself? What to do? And then she had a revelation.
Kicking off her shoes she quietly walked to the door of the mensroom. Looking around she saw the office was empty and she pressed her ear to the door. The water in a shower was running. Carefully Chrissie pushed the door open half an inch. She saw Harry walking with his back to her and stepping in the steam of the shower. Damn he looked naked. Chrissie needed a better view. Edging the door open enough to sneak inside, she was soon looking into the large mirror running along one wall. In its reflection, somewhat opaque with mist from the shower water, was Harry. Naked. Was he hard? Chrissie drew her breath in at the sight. Yes, he must be. He was. Or was she imagining it? Was the mist clouding her reality just as her judgement was being clouded by delicious lust? Chrissie had been around enough to know the tell-tale sweep of an upward thrusting pecker.
She watched Harry soap his body. Her eyes widened as he washed down over his flat stomach. His cock seemed to bounce in response. He gently took his cock in hand and stroked it deliberately and slowly one time. Then again. And a third time as his hand swirled over the head. He grunted as he edged himself with pleasure. Suddenly, he took a quick step back. Chrissie, for a second, thought he must be cumming. But she couldn't tell for sure. There had been no sign of the clenching butt cheeks she had come to notice when men came.
Chrissie had been absent mindedly fondling her hard nipples through her black blouse but had drawn back into the shadows of the room so as to remain hidden. She watched Harry turn off the hot water. He appeared to still be hard but had stopped wanking. Catching a glimpse of his cock from the mirror, Chrissie fought the urge to strip, walk in and pounce on him. She watched in a growing state of heated desire as he spat in his hand and slowly stroked himself again. As he did, his other hand gathered up the pre cum that was clearly dripping from his cock and he lifted it to his lips. Chrissie could hardly believe what she was seeing. A mid thirties stud jacking himself and tasting his own juices. She loved the sweet tang of cock juice and she squeezed her thighs together to buzz her now throbbing clit. Quietly she lifted her skirt and pressed the gusset of her soaking panties. It was all she could do to stifle a moan.
Harry stepped under a stream of cold water waiting for his hot cock to cool down. As he stood there Chrissie figured she had seen enough, well at least for the moment, and delicately slipped out the door before she got caught. God, she was wet. God, she wanted that cock in her mouth. God, she wanted him to take her and drive that thing deep inside her. Chrissie pulled herself together and, checking nobody was around, went back to her office.
Harry meanwhile had deflated somewhat after very briefly edging himself. He quickly dried and, dressed in a clean tracksuit like he was off to training, strode out to his car. He jumped in and looked around. Only Chrissie's black BMW was left in the park. She was still working? Looking around he reached down to his again hardening cock. His fingers felt fresh sticky precum leaking onto his tracksuit pants. He slipped a hand inside delighting in the sensation of his cock, so warm and full. So slippery with precum and so utterly desperate for relief.
Suddenly Chrissie came into view. She was walking to her car. Harry watched her tall slender figure. How he wanted to see her naked. Her breasts were high and firm, her back straight and her well formed ass was perfectly toned under her white skirt. She carried herself with self assured grace. A grace that comes to confident women in their middle aged years.
Opening the car door, Chrissie's skirt rode up her thighs as she took her seat. She pulled the door shut and sat there a minute before starting the engine. What Harry didn't know was in that minute Chrissie had slipped a finger down to her very wet pussy. Seeing Harry stroking his large cock had her ready. She needed for a good fuck, it had been months. Breathing deeply, she spread her legs as far as she could and pushed her panties to the side. Expertly and quickly, she fingered herself as she pressed her palm against her throbbing clit. She came fast. She figured she would take care of herself again later that night. Smiling to herself she noticed the car smelt like her sex. She put her fingers in her mouth and cleaned off her juices before starting the engine.
Meanwhile, Harry felt he was about to cum. Abruptly he stopped his hand and clamped down on the base of his cock to stop his ejaculation. Goddam. Close call he thought. Edging twice inside five minutes. Panting, he watched her drive off and, licking the precum from his fingers, started his car. Thirty minutes later he was home.
Even as the front door was closing, Harry was throwing off his clothes. He wanted to finish jacking off thinking about Chrissie giving him a real massage. Naked. Oily. Messy. Sexy.
He stepped into the shower and the hot water felt good. He was hard as he washed himself, but he refused to jack off. He kept thinking about Chrissie massaging his back and how her large breasts had pushed into his back. His cock, so tortured for the last two hours from edging, was again at full mast.
Giving in to his primal need, Harry took his throbbing cock in one hand. It spilled out the end of his palm and he squeezed it gently. Within seconds precum was dripping into his hand. He raised it to his mouth. He licked the sweet fluids and smiled to himself.
He stepped out of the water and watched himself in the mirror. Jacking slowly, he thrust his hips forward into his slippery hand. He admired his sweeping large cock in the reflection. He knew he would soon cum but he also knew that delayed gratification was a wonderful thing. Hadn't he delayed enough? No. Every extra second he could hold off ejaculation would be worth the wait.
Slowing the pace, Harry closed his eyes and imagined Chrissie's hands on his shoulders again. Only in his mind she was naked and standing behind him in his quiet darkened office after everyone else had left. He knew those hands would be dynamite. He saw them sliding around his waist and down onto his cock as she worked him with two oily hands. Dreamily he watched his long cock sliding in and out of his hand and wondered how it would feel to have Chrissie jack him off. Would she simply stroke him or would she go down on him and skillfully bring him off into her mouth as she worked his shaft with her hands? Oh, the beautiful torture of the thought.
It didn't take much longer. The massage with Chrissie had him cooking nicely. Then he had endured the sweet torture of precumming for so long. The slow wank, but one so delightfully deprived of climax in the shower had edged him. Then again is his car he edged. Watching Chrissie walking to her car, he had almost cum in his hand and had leaked a single rope of semen which he eagerly lapped up. But he had not had the full monty. He had held off the big explosion. He had held off but now the moment had arrived.
Harry stepped back in the shower and soaped up his hand. Leaning against the wall he stroked quickly. His hand moved from the base up to the tip of his seven inch shaft and back down. Then again up and back down again. In his mind he saw Chrissie. She was naked and kneeling in front of him. Harry imagined her masturbating for him as her large tits invited him to cum. And cum he did. The warm rush flooded his lower body as it sought release and, feeling almost like it was happening in slow motion, he came hard. Spraying his seed over the wall and floor he grunted like a wild animal. Furiously pumping himself Harry came and came and came. Slumping against the wall as the aftershocks ran through his cock under the water, he laughed. Jesus, he thought, he could still cum like he was a young buck as he looked at the semen running down the shower wall. There was a lot. In the morning there would be more.
Unbeknownst to Harry, on the other side of town, a naked Chrissie was on her knees bent over her coffee table. She was cumming as she thrust her prized rabbit vibe against her pussy. The head inside her, the vibe sending rockets through her clit. She was thinking of Harry jacking his cock plunging into her.
