Handjob FWB
This is a bit of an odd story but the absurdity of the situation just makes me laugh when I think about it. There's no sex involved, only handjobs.
I worked for a small company which has a pretty relaxed corporate environment - there's no strict 9-5, you just work your hours and ensure you can be contacted between 10am-4pm.
I joined a running club which met near my work every Tuesday evening. This meant that I often ended up alone in the office with my colleague, Fiona. My Tuesday evening routine was set pretty quickly. At 5:50 I'd start getting ready to leave (as would Fiona), then at 6pm Fiona would (and probably still does!) leave to get the train to see her mother. I would then go into the supplies cupboard and quickly change before heading out.
One particular Tuesday, I got lost in some work I was doing and didn't realise the time until Fiona announced she was leaving. I said a hurried goodbye and quickly finished up for the day. I grabbed my kit bag from under my desk to get changed and as I was in a rush, I decided to change right there at my desk thinking that the coast was absolutely clear because I knew the office routine.
OF COURSE FIONA HAD TO FORGET SOMETHING THAT DAY! I wish I was making that up - honestly. She NEVER forgot ANYTHING - it was one of her annoying but very useful skills as a colleague!
So in walks Fiona and I'm stood there with my trousers and underwear around my ankles, frozen in horror. We both look at each other and say sorry. I cover myself with my kitbag and she runs to her desk to get her travel card and runs back out, apologising again on the way to the door.
I was probably only 'on show' for a couple of seconds but it felt like an eternity. I felt really bad and worried that she might report what happened. Up to that point we got on well and worked well together. A very professional relationship and nothing more.
I realised everything would be fine over the next few days as she kept it to herself and would just make in-jokes with me in the office, much to the confusion of our colleagues. I was embarrassed, but mainly relieved that nothing was going to come out of the incident. We actually got on better and started talking more about things other than just work.
So a week or two later, Fiona and I are alone again on a Tuesday evening. I start to get ready to finish and she tells me that she's staying later than usual because she's working on a presentation. She then adds "...in case you were thinking of getting your willy out again
".
Dying of embarrassment, but seeing the funny side, I jokingly say "you just want to hang around so you can see it again. You're not fooling me!".
She laughs and says she's going to get a drink and asks if I want anything from the kitchen (I don't). When she gets back I've already changed into my running gear and I'm just packing the last of my things into my kitbag under my desk. She says "awwww, as if you didn't let me catch the show
". I laugh it off and start to head out past her desk. As I get close she says "careful with that thing! I don't want you taking my eye out!
".
The jokes have stepped up a notch and have definitely moved into flirting territory. I'm feeling bold so I stop and just flat out ask her if I should show it to her (again, jokingly!). She looks a bit shocked and I immediately regret it and I can hear our HR managers voice in my head. Luckily, Fiona doesn't react with disgust. Instead she just says "you wouldn't dare!" with a big grin on her face. We have a bit of a back and forth and I end it by just pulling down my lycra shorts
I'll never forget the look on her face as she gasps, giggles and says "I can't believe you just did that...". Gotta admit, I felt pretty vulnerable in those first few seconds. But she within seconds she was giving me the most "business-like" handjob I had ever experienced
What do I mean by business-like? Well imagine someone had given a soft glove to a robot and then programmed it to deliver a fast, perfect stroke -
every stroke, until you came. That's what a handjob from Fiona is like
She gets this look of concentration on her face and delivers a good, reliable result. Just like she does in her actual job. I don't think I ever lasted longer than 3 minutes in that womans hands - believe me, I tried!
This went on for a couple of months until I moved jobs and it all ended as quickly as it started. Every week we'd end up alone and she'd wait for me to start getting changed. We'd make some idle chat about work or what we were having for dinner and then she'd get to work as soon as my dick was out
I'd reach for a tissue from my desk so she'd know I was going to cum soon and she'd take it from me and get it into place. A quick clean up and we'd leave together as if nothing happened. I'd go to meet my club and she'd head to the station.
A weird and wonderful relationship!