A Quickie: working late. - Sex Stories

A Quickie: working late.

Sarah put the last of the files on her boss’s desk and sat back down at her own desk. There was no one else about the office and all she could hear was the hum of the computers and lights. She began to collect her things when the phone on her desk rang. It was Jason. “Where are you?” he said. “I’m at work,” Sarah replied. She sat down in her chair. “I had to work late and I’m just about to leave.” “Come around to my place,” he said. “I can’t,” she replied. “I have to go home. But I’ll see you this weekend.” “But I wanted to see you now,” he said. He sounded anxious. “What’s wrong?” she asked him. “I’m just so incredibly horny,” he replied. “Well, I’m sorry,” Sarah said smiling. “I can’t help you. You’ll just have to jerk off.” “I will,” he said. “But will you jerk off with me?” “I’m at work.” “Who’s around?” “No one.” “Well? I’m really horny.” She thought for a moment. “Have you got it out?” “No. I’m lying on my bed. I’m just stroking it from outside my pants.” Sarah looked around. There was no one around, and no one would be around. The cleaners had gone home. “Take it out,” she commanded her boyfriend. There was a pause. She heard an unzipping. Then he picked up the phone. “Yeh,” said. “Is it hard?” “No.” “Then stroke it until it is hard.” She heard a sigh. “This feels good,” he said. “Getting hard?” “Yeh, oh yeh. What colour panties are you wearing?” She had a look. “Red.” “And bra?” She looked down her top. “Yellow.” “Why don’t you take your bra off?” “I’m at work.” ...

... “There’s no one there.” The situation was intriguing her. She had never had phone sex before. “I’m undoing my work shirt,” she told him as she was doing so. She looked around at her familiar work place things as she undid the last button. It seemed so wrong to expose herself in what felt like a public place. It was like the ghosts of work were watching her as she pulled back her top and exposed her lacy yellow bra to the world. “Are you hard?” she asked him. “I’m incredibly hard,” he replied. “What are you doing to yourself?” “I’m jerking off.” “Tell me how you’re doing it. Are you naked?” “Yeh, I’m naked, lying on my bed with a great big hard cock. I’m running my hand up and down, God it’s feeling good. Take off your shirt.” She put the phone down on her desk then slid her shirt off her shoulders. She felt so bare under the work lights. She picked up the phone. “My shirt’s off,” she said. “And I want you to slow down a bit, I don’t want you to come too soon.” “Okay.” “Play with your balls a bit. Are they loose or tight?” “They’re loose.” “Okay, part your legs and play with your balls. Run them through your fingers.” “Yeh.” “Jerk yourself at the same time.” “Yeh, God it feels good.” Sarah could picture him lying naked on his bed, hard cock jutting up, phone cradled under his chin, one hand fondling his balls, the other jerking his cock up and down. She could picture the muscles on his arms tensing as he jerked, his face contorted with pleasure. Her cunt felt warm. She slipped her ...