Sandy's Journey - Sex Stories

Sandy's Journey

... assholes as much as I did.

The morning commute was crowded, and I stood for most of the ride. For the first two stops, one of the women I'd judged as wearing a thong stood in front of me, her ass close enough to my cock for me to feel its heat. What would she think of my thong, I wondered, and the cock inside? I was getting hard and had to hold myself away from her so as not to poke her with it. Then she got off, and I was pushed forward by people entering the car behind me. I wound up with a chubby little woman in front of me, but a tall, slender gentleman standing very close behind. This time I could feel the heat from his groin. All sorts of kinky thoughts rolled through my head. My ass felt exposed, covered only by the cloth of my suit pants, and part of me wanted to rub my cheeks back against him.

My fantasy partner got off the train one stop before I did, so I had a few minutes to get my thoughts under control. Where did all that come from, I thought? Other than the usual fumbling childhood exploration, I'd never been interested in men. Maybe these were magic panties, I thought, bringing a smile to my face.

It was only two blocks from the station to my office building, and I started getting my game face on. I had to be sharp today. I had to brief and be ready to answer a whole lot of questions. No more thinking about sex and panties, boy. We're in the big leagues now.

My boss Tom Whitman was in the elevator when I got in, and we exchanged nods. Nobody ...

... talks in elevators, just nods. When we got to our floor he came up alongside me, grabbed my elbow and said, "You ready, Sandy?"

"Yowzah, bossman," I replied, and we exchanged a smile. The meeting started at 9, so I had enough time for another coffee, and to check that the AV guys had my presentation charts ready. At 8:30 I went to drain the lizard. The stalls were all full, so I took the last urinal in line and turned myself slightly to hide my red panties as I worked my cock out, peed, and put it away. Then I went to the big conference room and found myself a seat along the wall, back away from the major players, but close enough to the front so I could visually communicate with the other members of my team, and be heard if I was asked a question during someone else's presentation.

I won't bore you with all of the details. My presentation sailed through perfectly, I had all the answers, and I came across like I actually knew what the fuck I was doing.

We broke for lunch. My team had lunch arranged in a smaller conference room, where we strategized for the afternoon session. A couple people came up to compliment me on my performance. Then it was time to get set up again. I went to the men's room again to drain the main vein. I wasn't thinking about what I was wearing, concentrating instead on the work to come. I stepped up to a middle urinal. As I unzipped and reached in, my boss' boss, Dave Candell, stood up to the one next to me. As he stepped in he clapped me on the ...