Paul tapped at the keyboard trying to stay focussed on the spreadsheet in front of him, fighting the mid-afternoon malaise that had set in after lunch. His thoughts wandered and he tried to steer them clear of the erotic dream he had had the previous night, but failed. He could feel the material of his trousers tighten slightly over his crotch as his cock began to stir. "Sorry can I borrow this" he jolted slightly with su...