I’m at lunch with my little lunch crew – people I’m friendly with but not friends with (if that makes any sense). One of the girls (or lady) that sit with us is Gail. She’s married, has a couple kids, and flirts non-stop with the boys in the office. For whatever reason she keeps it a little low key with me, not sure why. I thought maybe she just didn’t like me.
Bathroom use comes up as discussion topic at lunch. Gail goes on to say, “I can’t believe you boys would use the bathroom at work…eww!” I’m completely kidding with her but I add in “you’d be surprised what goes on in the guys bathroom.” This gets a laugh from everyone. So – lunch ends and I go back to my prison that is a cubicle. Not five minutes later I get an email. I’ve cut and paste the response and answers and took out all the other crap so that this entry isn’t a mile long. I am (M) in this and Gail is (G):
G: So what goes on in that boy’s bathroom?
M: Dirty and wrong things that I can’t say without getting fired!
G: Come on! Fess up!!!
M: Use your imagination.
G: Sex????
M: Jeez! Work email! Work email! Keep in down!! No, not that.
G: Well what? Drinking? Jere drinks at his desk! Vodka!
M: I heard rumors about that.
G: Yup. Now tell me something!!!!
M: Hmmm. Okay. Let’s say a little solo action.
G: No way!!! In the BATHROOM?!?
M: Yup.
G: Who?????
M: I don’t know.
G: How do you know it goes on then?
M: Because.
G: You’ve done it, haven’t you? Naughty man!
M: Maybe!
G: Oh my God! No you have not!!!!
M: Sure I have. Why not?
G: Prove it!
M: How????
G: Go do it!!
M: Oh right and prove it how?
G: Bring out a tissue or something.
M: Are you insane?!? Yes – I want to walk around with a tissue full of that AT WORK!
G: You’ve got to! For me???
M: Nope.
G: Hmmmm.
M: Sorry.
G: Do you have a cell phone here?
M: Yes.
G: Go to the bathroom and call me.
M: Right – so you can run around and say listen to what he’s doing?
G: I’ll go to the girls bathroom.
M: Fine. I will if YOU do!
G: No way!
M: Okay – no deal! :)
-----Break in emails…maybe for a half hour------
G: FINE! I will if you do. Can you go now?
M: Yes I can!
G: What’s your number? Mine is xxx-xxxx. Text me when no one is in there and I’ll call you.
M: Mine is xxx-xxxx.
G: Okay – go now.
SO. I take my cell and head to the bathroom. I was completely not planning on doing anything, as there is no way she had the salt to really do this. I get in the bathroom, it was empty. I text her. She calls. To prove that she’s really in the bathroom I made her flush the toilet.
Now this is someone I barely knew and never talked to. She’s pretty attractive, all the boys like her, but I was indifferent, as I didn’t know her. We’re chatting and decide if anyone walked in we would simply hang up and text. I’m the type of person that believes in doing what I say I will and by the time she called me I was already hard.
“I swear to God, if you do this I will too” she said. “Of course I will,” I answered. “Well” she said “you have to put something on a tissue after to prove it. You can throw it away before we go back.” I agreed. I started to masturbate, slowly sliding my hand up and down my cock. She asked when I was going to start and I told her “I already have.” She told me to tell her exactly what I was doing. I asked her when she would start and she whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…but I have too…”
We both got very quiet. Every now and then we’d ask what the other was doing, but other than that we would just play with ourselves and listen. I told her to tell me when she was about to cum and she said “okay.” Moments later she started breathing harder and said she’s coming. Seconds later I joined in, both of us grunting and having an orgasm together. I came into a tissue as I promised.
We met in the hallway and she was four shades of red. “I can’t believe I just did that!” she said in a low voice. I smiled and held out the tissue. She smiled and told me that if I ever told anyone she’d kill me. She hurried away back to her desk.
Two seconds later:
G: We should do that again!
M: Any time! Let me know.
G: Are you this adventurous in real life??
M: Want to find out? :)
G: Actually…maybe! I’m going home, talk to you tomorrow!!
Straight from the “Ripley’s Believe it or Not” file! I barely can myself. Now if all days at work were like this…I’d never want to go home!!!