"I really wish this day were already over," I thought as I sat down at my desk. That’s pretty much what I think every morning. I shouldn’t complain too much; the pay is okay, the hours decent, but the work can be mind-numbingly boring. The reason I haven’t looked for a new job is because of Summer.

She started about a year ago and sits at the desk next to me. Even though I am twenty years her senior, we became friends quickly and work well together, so we are often put on the same projects. She is good with computers, especially with spreadsheets, and I have a knack for analyzing figures on reports and deciding the ones the boss needs the most. Since we help the boss look good, she usually leaves us alone. That’s another reason I shouldn’t complain.

Just working with Summer should be a good enough reason to stay, but the real reason is because she is incredibly sexy. I am completely obsessed with her. Not in love with her, I would call it more lust. She is 5’4", has long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a wide mouth with a beautiful smile that gives her an exotic look. She is a bit on the skinny side, but her gentle curves accentuate the sway of her hips when she walks. Watching her move can be hypnotizing, and believe me, I get hypnotized a lot.

If these were not enough reasons to stay, then her pert C-cup breasts and tight little round ass certainly are. I bet I could bounce a quarter off those beautiful cheeks, and I have several times in my mind, at least.

She has never shown any feelings other than friendship towards me, and I am okay with that. I’m much too old for her anyway. Although I doubt she would want to remain friends if she knew what I did at night.

Every night, as soon as I get home and the door latches, I head straight for the bedroom, stripping off my clothes on the way, desperate to relieve the ache in my crotch. That's the effect Summer has on me, and after spending the day close to her, I need release. I hop into bed, grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and prepare to relax.

I open the folder I've compiled with her pictures, most of which I found on her social media sites. There are great pics of her dressed to the nines for a night out with the girls, some bikini shots, and even a few in slutty Halloween costumes. There are also some that I took around the office, which she's not aware of, mostly focusing on her ass.

Once the pics are up, I lube my cock and slowly start stroking. Most of the time, I'll edge for an hour before allowing myself to cum, just imagining all the naughty things I want to do to her. Just last night, I had my eyes closed, picturing her riding my cock, bouncing up and down, groaning, begging…

“Good morning, D. I got us coffee,” I heard, snapping me out of my trance. My eyes finally focused to see Summer standing in front of me, her arm outstretched, holding a cup from my favorite place. She has a beautiful sleeve of tattoos that add to her allure, and her bright smile already makes the day better.

She is wearing one of my favorite outfits: a tight blue tank top that shows just enough cleavage to make a pastor do a double-take. It's a little short, and coupled with the low-rise jeans she chose, it causes a bit of her midriff to show. The sight of her perky breasts peeking out of the top, her flat stomach slightly showing, and the way these jeans make her ass look means that I'm in for a very distracting day.

“Hey, good morning, Summer. Thanks for the coffee,” was the best I could come up with while the image of her impaled on my dick slowly faded out of my mind from last night’s relaxation.

“I figured we could use it to finish up the project today. It will be nice to get the old crow off our back,” she said as she bent over to put her bag down. As she did, her shirt pulled up a little and her jeans down a little, revealing a bit of a deep blue colored thong. “This is going to be a long day,” I thought. I could already feel my jeans getting a bit tighter as blood started to move toward my groin.

“We should get started right away. We can finish by lunch and have an easy afternoon,” I said. “I have all the reports ready to go. We can pick up right where we left off.”

Normally, I like to chat with Summer before we get to work, but I need to distract myself. Poring over the reports was going to be more helpful than trying to look her in the eyes when all I wanted to do was plant my lips on any part of her exposed skin.

“Sounds good,” she said, taking my cue. “I will get the spreadsheets up, and we can get to work.”

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, and the spreadsheets popped up right away. I started going over the data with her, pointing out the most useful information. We were sitting close to each other, and she was pivoting back and forth in her chair, looking at what I was showing her and entering the information into the spreadsheets.

We were making good progress even though I found it hard to concentrate. She seemed to be getting closer to me every time she spun in my direction. I could feel the heat coming off her body and could smell the shampoo she used. It didn’t help that every time she turned toward me, I got a good look at her cleavage and was then trying to picture what she looked like topless, wondering how beautiful her nipples must be.

I am not sure how she didn’t catch me staring a few times. In fact, it seemed like she was leaning over more towards me than necessary and doing that thing girls do to pop their breasts out, squeezing her arms together a little. I’m not sure if it's my imagination or if she was actually doing it.

After a few hours, we took a break. "I have to pee," she said.

"I hope everything comes out alright," I replied in my finest dad joke voice.

"Haha," she responded as she got up and headed toward the door.

I watched her hips and ass sway back and forth all the way to the door. I swear she was exaggerating her walk a little bit. I think I was way too amped up, and my imagination was getting the better of me. I headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink when I realized that my cock was starting to swell as I couldn’t get the sight of Summer shaking her tight ass on the way to the bathroom out of my head.

I needed to hustle to the kitchen and hoped no one could see the outline of my dick through my jeans. Although I am not that long, I am thick, and even being slightly hard was testing the strength of my jeans. I was hoping that the quick walk would help break the images in my head and help the swelling go down. It was working, but I figured I better get back to my desk before Summer walked in. As much as I liked the thought of her seeing what she did to me, I was more worried that she would not want to work with the office pervert if she did.

I sat down just in time to hear the door open and see Summer walk in. Watching her walk toward me made it worse than watching her walk away. Her smile was beautiful, but I couldn't help but notice her chest. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her stride, her shirt lifting a little with every movement, exposing more of her stomach. It looked like her jeans were riding even lower than before—I wasn’t even sure that was possible without them falling.

On top of that, it appeared as if her nipples were protruding slightly through her shirt. I had never noticed that before, no matter how tight a shirt she wore. Could it be possible she took her bra off? If so, what did she do with it? I'm certain my imagination is running wild now, and I just hope to make it to lunch. I need to endure another hour and, as much as I hate to admit it, distance myself from Summer and try to calm myself—and my cock—.

"It's so hot in that bathroom; I thought I was going to start sweating just sitting there," she said as she sat down. "I still feel so hot."

"I grabbed you a cold bottle of water from the kitchen. Maybe it will help."

"Thanks, let's hope so." Instead of opening it and drinking it, she held it to her chest and between her cleavage. My eyes were about to pop out of my head as her nipples hardened even more. "This is definitely helping," she said, then lifted her shirt slightly to hold it against her stomach. The bottle left moisture between her cleavage that made her breasts glisten and my cock throb. Seeing her moist flat stomach was not helping either.

“Hey D, everything ok? You are looking a little flushed,” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied attempting to break my gaze from her body. “I think you brought some of that heat with you. I suddenly got warm.”

“So, what you are saying is I’m pretty hot,” she teased.

“Ha ha, and so irresistible,” I joked, rolling my eyes to play it off. “Ok, enough goofing around, let’s get this done,” I continued trying to regain focus.

“Geez, you are such a slave driver!”

The next hour was excruciating. We kept working, but Summer seemed to be messing with me. I don’t know if she could tell what she was doing to me or she was just having some fun, but she turned around to face me completely several times, forcing me to do my best to avoid staring at her breasts. She dropped a pen and bent way over to pick it up, causing her jeans to slide down further, giving me a perfect view of her thong and just the slightest glimpse of the top of her cheeks. Another time, she decided to grab something on the other side of me and reached across, putting her cleavage right in front of my face. I could have sworn she smirked a little when she sat back down. By the time lunch came around, I was at my breaking point. My cock was throbbing so bad it hurt, and I could feel the pre-cum constantly leaking out, making a mess of my boxers.

"Okay, that was the last of the reports," I said with great relief. "I guess we should take lunch and then figure out what to do for the rest of the day. Are you heading out for lunch?" I was hoping she was leaving so that I could try to get my mind off her.

"Yeah, I’m going to run up to that little boutique, Birdies, to see if I can find a pair of shoes to match the dress for my girlfriend’s baby shower. Do you want me to grab you anything?"

What I wanted her to grab was my dick. "No, I’m all good. Thanks." Now, please leave before I explode was how I wanted to continue.

“Ok, see you in a bit,” she said as she headed out. My eyes glued firmly to her ass the whole way.

There was no way I was going to make it to tonight, I thought. My cock was throbbing, leaking, and I could barely concentrate. I decided I needed relief, so I got up, trying to hide my bulge as best as I could, and headed to the bathroom. I walked to one farther away from the office, hand covering my crotch, hoping it was empty. It’s one that has just the toilet and sink for one person at a time. Closing the door behind me I unbuckled my pants, pulled them and my boxers down. I was right—they were a mess.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed the oozing pre-cum across the tip. That sent tingles through my balls as I sat down and made myself as comfortable as possible on a plastic seat. Leaning back, I started slowly stroking. I wanted to make this last, but I was not sure how long I would be able to hold out. The images of Summer, her breasts, ass, and nipples were all dancing in my head.

With my eyes closed thinking of her, I could feel my shaft getting slick in my hand, the pre-cum lubricating it. I started to stroke faster but forced myself to slow down. I stopped to take a breath and then started rubbing just my index finger in circles right underneath my swollen head and then back and forth across the ridge before I wrapped my hand back around and slowly moved it up and down.

The thought of Summer on her knees between my legs was running through my head.

Stroking up and down.

My balls bounced gently with each stroke.

“If this is what you do at lunch, you should really lock the door. Although, I am glad that you didn’t.”

With those words, my eyes shot open to see Summer leaning against the sink, a naughty little smirk on her lips, staring at my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.

I was completely frozen. I didn’t know what to say or do. I sat there with my cock still in my hand, staring at her, trying to process what was happening.

Finally getting a little bit of my senses back, I stammered, “Summer, listen…”

Hushing me, she commanded, “Don’t stop. I want to watch. I think you owe me considering all morning you have been staring at my tits and ass. Yes, I saw you. I see every day how you look at me. So, you are going to continue stroking your very thick cock for me.” Those last words were accompanied by an arched eyebrow.

“There is no sense in stopping now,” I thought, and hearing her say she wanted to watch made me even harder. I settled back on the seat and started jerking off again, slowly, moving my hand from the base to the tip. I can’t take my eyes off Summer. She looks so sexy standing there. Her nipples are almost as hard as I am, poking through the tight tank top. Her eyes are locked on my groin as she is biting her lip in that sensual way girls do.

“Were you thinking of me before I interrupted?”

“Yeah, I always think of you when I jerk off,” I answered.

“Always? How often do you jerk off thinking of me?”

“Every night,” I said, figuring it didn’t matter at this point if she knew my secret.

“Fuck, every night, huh?" Her lustful gaze fixed on my hand moving up and down my erect shaft. "And what do you imagine we are doing in those fantasies?"

"I picture you kneeling between my legs, your hand wrapped around my shaft. Slowly stroking me, your other hand gently massaging my balls, checking to see how full they are before you begin teasing my cock head with your nails. Then spreading all the pre-cum around the ridge and making little circles with your thumb on that sensitive spot underneath my throbbing tip. All the while continuing to stroke."

Her gaze locked onto mine as I described my fantasies, the intensity of her stare fueling my arousal. My cock was so sensitive that I feared I would climax any second. I fought against the urge to speed up, desperate to prolong the pleasure.

"I bet you'd want more than just a hand job, wouldn't you?" she teased, her fingers teasing her own nipple. "You'd want me to wrap my lips around your pulsing head as I stroke, teasing with my tongue instead of my finger. But I wouldn't, I'd keep you on the edge, feeling my breath on your cock but denying you anything more. Even if you begged me to suck you, I'd just stroke, slowly teasing."

Her words sent waves of desire crashing through me, threatening to overwhelm my self-control. Every inch of me, of my cock was hypersensitive, slick with pre-cum, and trembling with anticipation. I was on the brink of climax, unable to hold back much longer.

As if she could read my mind, she said, "You're close, aren't you?"

"So close," I managed, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming pleasure.

Moving closer to me, she whispered, "I think you deserve something special."

Standing before me, she lifted her shirt, revealing her flat stomach and enticing belly button. With deliberate movements, she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down and then her jeans to mid-thigh.

I couldn't think straight. Was she going to let me fuck her? Ride me? The anticipation threatened to push me over the edge.

"Stand up and keep stroking," she commanded.

Uncertain of what was to come, I rose to my feet, careful not to lose my balance as I continued to masturbate.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slightly. Looking down, I was met with a breathtaking sight—a neatly trimmed patch of dark curls crowning her swollen lips, the tip of her thick clit peeking out from under its hood, a glistening wetness betraying her arousal.

"I want you to cover my pussy hair with your cum," she demanded. "Every drop."

Her words were my undoing. With a primal urge driving me, I stroked faster, feeling the impending release building within me. The familiar warmth of an orgasm washed over me, my balls tightening as I stroked up to the tip. The first burst of cum shot out, landing inside her thong, followed by a torrential eruption that left her splattered with my release. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

Standing before her, my legs trembling, I watched as the thick warm liquid dripped down over her clit and lips, mixing with her own wetness. What seemed like a quart of cum settled in her thong where it was pressed against the bottom of her beautiful pussy.

“Fuck, that is a lot of cum” she gasped, her voice filled with astonishment.  “You made quite a mess.”

Unable to respond, my mind struggled to process what just happened. As my cock started to soften and the last drops fell to the floor between our feet, she ran a finger through her hair, collecting some cum on the tip. My eyes widened as she brought it to her lips, licking it clean.

“I love how you taste” she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Maybe we will have to try this again sometime.”

Still unable to speak, I watched in disbelief as she slowly adjusted her clothing. Letting her waistband back against her body, my cum spread across the material, making the outline of her pussy visible. She pulled her jeans up, zipping and buttoning them, and pulled her shirt back down. Throughout the entire process, I could not shake the surreal feeling of having just cum all over Summer.

“You should probably put that away before you get back to your desk,” she said, smiling as she turned around. “You better hurry, lunch is almost over.”

Unlocking the door, she cast one last glance back, winking as she walked out. My cock twitched involuntarily, and I wondered how I would manage to get through the rest of the day.