It was excruciatingly slow at work!
One half the business world seemed to be on siesta, the other half already retired and living in Florida.
It was dead....again.
A large portion of the office had suddenly come up sick or had emergency home repairs needing attending. Another sizeable portion had wandered away from the quiet office probably not to be seen again until tomorrow.
The fact that it was beautiful beach weather was just a coincidence....
I'd found my coworkers weren't an overly fun group to begin and those still wandering the office seemed content to occupy themselves with the mundane, bland and necessary tasks of work that I was finding so trying.
True accountants all.
Bottom feeders in the sea of original thought.
How I chose such a mentally rigid and unimaginative profession to pay the bills....I couldn't imagine at the moment.
So, I was out in the cold and left to my own devices. A scary situation.
Finding nothing better to do, I decided to devote the next fifteen minutes considering my "cubicle-mate" Sarah.
We weren't actually housed in the same cubicle, but ours were adjoining and separated from the others which gave it that "roomie" feel.
Seemingly qualified and apparently proficient at whatever it was she did, my mind wasn't wandering down "Resume Lane."
I was conducting a more personal evaluation....
A recent college grad, her youth was very evident and matched by her energy level.
However, the gene pool from which she'd come was decidedly cool the day of conception.
Hot she was not.
Not everybody is fortunate, this I know first hand...or right hand, this being the one I jerk off with. The blessings of "knock dead" looks are granted but to a few, and there were definitely some kinks in my DNA. Most of us are left to muddle around in the middle, with aspirations to "Stud" or "Babe-like" qualities preyed upon mercilessly. We buy, desire, wish and pray for too many unnecessary things in the false hope that we too may scale the un scaleable heights. Eventually we screw and marry each other, propagating more "middle ground" fodder to fuel the economy into the future.
I wonder if God was a capitalist.....
Staring at Sarah silently, I place her in the "Sweet As Can Be" group.
A pleasing and friendly smile gave hint to the probable "good heart," but it was the unclothed version I was challenged to imagine. This isn't normally a problem I encounter, but Sarah wasn't affecting my circulatory system well...no blood was rushing to my cock.
Bad genes or too many Fritos resulted in a roundness that was borderline troubling.
I've never been a big stickler for "tight and small." Well, tight is nice regardless of the size, but I'm definitely accepting of plumpness. Plump definitely has its place with me, but rounded and bulging contours that change while moving...I have to draw the line somewhere.
"There's a call for you on Line 2," my intercom interrupts.
"Tell them I'll call back," is my ready reply and I go back to considering Sarah.
Nice, large breasts rate high on my interest scale. A man-sized plate of BIG TITS is a meal I never push away and Sarah is a veritable buffet!
Bite em, chew em, tie em up, clamp em down, spray em with cum or all of the above. BIG TITS definitely have merit. The unknown I was trying to figure was the direction and look of Sarah's tits once released from their bindings.
That was anybodies guess.
Some pert 34C's, you know what you've got before you get there. A pair of massive 40DD's or larger and you're heading into uncharted waters. A compass is required.
Drop those babies out of a bra and get out of the way!
Her ass was an entirely different beast, but the gentle massage I was giving myself under my desk was having a positive affect. Giving Sarah a helping hand, I was getting done what she couldn't alone. My cock was getting stiff and my mind taking flight.
Her back was to me as I stared and visualized her naked, fat ass. I pictured it covered with an entirely too small silk thong that disappeared completely into the deep crack, making it perversely erotic.
My prick approved. Even though very well rounded, she knew to dress it up to best affect and it worked.
I unzipped my pants under my desk.
At that moment, she happened to look back at me and smile sweetly. She probably was a nice girl I thought, while imagining the well rounded, smooth mass of her backside. I pictured my hands spreading her, appreciating the soft weight of each cheek, until I exposed her hole deep down. My cock was now throbbing and I stroked it while imaging her bending, her belly soon touching to her thighs.
Silently, provocatively she was inviting me......
I squeezed my hardon and imagined my lips entering the crevasse of her ass. My eyes closed partially as I stroked and thought of licking the hot depths of her soft rear end. I caught myself from whimpering as my hands gently ran over the expanse of her bulging ass cheeks.
I was totally lost to fantasy, my cock in stiff salute, as I pulled her large thong off and slid my mouth........
"They're calling back for you on Line 2!!!" was the urgent shriek from my intercom.
I jumped, hitting my leg with a "thud" on the underside of the desk snd causing the few remaining coworkers to look to my way....including Sweet Sarah.
"Ok, ok....I'll get them in a second," I replied hurriedly while composing myself.
Sarah looked at me a bit longer and I briefly wondered if we'd made some sort of connection.
I do suffer from a vivid imagination, but it was no fantasy that my opinion of her was in flux.
While talking to the customer, I considered ways to get her phone number without the others knowing! Life is for living and my cock throbbed hard as I thought of the sweet fuck smiling at me from a few feet away.
Now I was in serious trouble.
The workday held absolutely nothing of interest for me...of a work related nature that is.
My wandering mind had taken me down one of those dark and exciting alleyways from where escape is always hard.
The harder the better.
I thought of that Chat web site again and decided I'd could hide out there. Finish off what Sweet Sarah and I started. I'd done this before, filled in a slow day or a late night at the office with some online shenanigans.
Its how I became such good friends with the I.T. guy. He'd been monitoring and enjoying my Internet diversions so much that he felt it necessary to blackmail me. Threatening to alert the "Head Honcho" and cost me my job, if I didn't do his bidding.
So, I found myself "forced" to suck his cock....multiple times.
Then, just to prove what a big man he was, he took me home so I'd have to do it in front of the wife....multiple times.
Unfortunately, she was so impressed by my oral prowess and desire to redeem myself that she made me eat her cunt...multiple times!
Its a shame we only had one I.T. guy.
Although he really wasn't so big, I've never minded swallowing a guys cum to make him feel that way. As for the "Head Honcho," my mouth was too full for me to tell them I'd already met his wife the same way.
Leaning forward, I felt my dick head touch the desks underside and hoped there wasn't any gum stuck there. I selected a different Username than the last time I'd chatted here. Figured I'd go "incognito" this time around.
In a just bit, I was receiving the usual public and private acknowledgments of my arrival.
Everyone was being their usual friendly selves:
"Hi"
"Welcome back"
"Lonely?"
All their greetings went without reply as my cocks condition put me past the "hello" stage.
