My coworker managed to give me a heart attack yesterday. I’m sitting in my office (ahem, CUBE) and listening to some tunes while staring at my computer screen and pretending to work. I was feeling a little down, actually, and thinking of Mindy. I dig that girl quite a bit and hopefully she’s coming to see me next month. So I’m listening to Dido’s “No Angel” (is there a better song in the world than “Here with Me?”). I decide that one of the best bad mood busters is a quick jerk off session. I dropped my partner in crime a quick email:

“So. I’m thinking of heading off to the bathroom to…wash my hands. Are your hands dirty? Hello, by the way!”

I get this in response:

“Please refrain from using company email for personal use. Also please refrain from making inappropriate comments, those comments are not welcome. Please do not reply to this email, this response serves as a warning that this contact is not welcome. Further contact will be reported to your supervisor. Thank you.”

WTF?!? I’m not worried (generally) about getting fired – but I sure as hell don’t need to get canned for something like that…especially with someone that is (was) on the same page not only two weeks ago. I went through my deleted emails and found the ones she had sent to me (which were MUCH worse than “I have dirty hands”) and printed them as a fail-safe.

So now I’m pissed, paranoid, worried…I can’t ask anyone what the hell is going on and I don’t want to go within 50 feet of HER. I HATE that feeling. Does someone know? Are we going to get nabbed? Am I minutes away from the “step into my office” request?

The day ended without my desk exploding and I headed to my car. I generally work later than most, as I like to sleep in. In the garage, under my windshield wiper, a note:
“Call as soon as you get this. My cell number is xxx-xxxx. –Jules.”

That was HER. Hmmm. I get into my car and call. Turns out that one of her friends emailed her A LOT during the workday with emails that she shouldn’t have been receiving. I.T. nailed her on it. They only talked about THOSE emails and didn’t want me getting into any trouble. And…she wished I had just come to her office to say hi.

Riiiiiiiiiiiight. She’s lucky I didn’t run in to her office throwing staples at her.

As we’re talking she asks where I am. “In the garage,” I reply.

“Anyone around?”

“Nope…not a soul” says I.

“Hmmmmm.” She purred a little. “I’m sitting at home on her couch and hubby is two hours from coming home. Wanna play?”

I retort, “You mean…come over?”

“No, silly – although that could be fun, too. Is the soldier saluting?” she asks.

And – of course – it was.

And that is how it started – my sitting in my car in the parking lot of my employer with my pants around my ankles and stroking my cock. She was explaining that she had removed her thong and was sitting on the couch, one leg over one side and the other on the floor, legs wide open, skirt pulled above her waist. She had unbuttoned her shirt and had pulled her breasts over her bra…her nipples are so hard! Wouldn’t I love to have them in my mouth right now?

I responded with explaining how hard my cock was and how good it would feel to slide it between her lips while I played with her breasts and pulled on her nipples…HARD.

She started breathing very hard and moaned she was cumming. My own orgasm washed onto me and as the first spurt shot onto my shirt I realized I hadn’t been very prepared! Good thing I was only going home! Hurriedly she said that she heard her husband’s car pull in the driveway and she needs to run upstairs and collect herself. He’s going out of town this weekend. What are my plans?

Well – maybe a little mutual masturbation in the least!