Something I've managed to avoid the last few years. Unlikely to get caught, but the consequences are higher than they might have been 30 years ago. Used to fairly regularly when I was in my twenties though. I worked with some real hotties, and just couldn't avoid the temptation from time to time.
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I masturbate at work quite often. I work in open plan and I’m surrounded by attractive women. I ogle them and daydream about sex with them. Sometimes I get a good view of breasts in a thin blouse or an upskirt peep of their panties. This often gets me horny and excited. So I go into a stall in the men’s bathroom. My usual routine is to stand there and drop my pants and briefs. I finger my cock to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. Then I stroke one off. I cum over the cubicle wall and my semen trickles down joining the stains left by other men before me.
Most memorable was as a lake patrolman! 102 degrees pulled way back into a secluded cove, stripped naked dove into the cool lake. Stood on the back of the boat and jerked off to a penthouse. Only one ski boat flashed by but I do not think they saw me. In my patrol car driving home. Pulled out my hard cock and shot cum all over the driver's side floor mat. Early in my career, Rick Danger, the Park Ranger!
Yes, I have. Mostly as a result of a stimulating sexchat on or Snap, and upon request of my partner. A quick trip to the men's room behind a locked door, and a quick yank to relieve myself and her.
Yes, but rarely.
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On my first career job managing systems for a public library (I am a librarian by training but an IT guy by experience), I used to have the building to myself on Saturday nights while I backed up an old school computer system to open reel tapes. It took 11 tapes and about 6-7 hours and I couldn't start until 5 since we had some branches open on Saturday. Eventually, though, we replaced that box with something more modern and could backup the entire system to an 8mm data cartridge overnight every night.
On my present job, I have a private office. I used to chat with a couple women (one was a member on here at one point) on my phone as I worked and get right bloody turned on. At which point, I retreated to the stall in the men's room to "relieve myself". That hasn't happened in quite a while, though.
Something a bit soft and melancholy for our poetry competition.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/she-lies-there