I rented a small office in a complex with many other businesses. My unit shared a restroom facility with another small office. The shared restroom was in between the two offices and both were locked from the inside, so we did not have access to each other’s offices. Because of the COVID restrictions and time constraints I had never seen the person in the other office.

It was mid-afternoon on a Wednesday in August. I unlocked my door and stepped in the restroom. I was standing in front of the toilet doing my business when the door quickly opened. Obviously, I had failed to lock the door and the occupant of the other office burst in.

I was startled and suffice it to say my aim was off and my urine dripped down my khaki pants. When I looked back, I saw my office neighbor for the first time. It would be difficult to determine who was shocked the most – her or me. She stuttered through an, “I’m sorry,” and then glanced down to see me trying to zip my pants with a solid pattern down my front. She closed the door and left – most likely back to her office.

I came out, went back to my office, and locked the door. I looked down my front at the mess and knew I had no other pants at work so these had to last the rest of the afternoon. Almost immediately there was a knock at the door, so I walked back and opened it. There she stood with an embarrassed look, a bottle of club soda, and a towel.

We both stood speechless before she quietly spoke, “I am so sorry. Let’s see if we can get this cleaned up.”

I managed a slight grin and acknowledged, “it was my fault, I should have locked the door.” We both managed an embarrassed small laugh.

At that point, I gained my composure enough to look directly at her. She was wearing a sports bra, tight running shorts, and a pair of high dollar running shoes. Her hair was reddish blonde and was tied on top of her head. She wore no make-up and appeared to be just finished with a workout. Her sports bra was soaked. Her hands were exceptionally smooth, and her nails looked as if she spent much time at the nail studio. Even without makeup, her face was naturally beautiful, and she had taken great care of herself.

I took the club soda, thanked her, and stepped back into my office. She followed offering, “Please let me make sure the stain comes out”.

I responded, “great way to meet my neighbor”. With that exchange, we both burst out laughing.

I poured the club soda on the towel and began rubbing the stain. After a few seconds, my pants were wetter than before and both of us were laughing. Once again she offered help. “I have two teenage sons, I know how to clean up a mess,” and she took the towel from me. She rubbed the stain on my pants leg and I realized the effect this was having on me. Her technique was working on the stain, but it was causing an unexpected reaction. She reached back to get more club soda and then she saw the rise in my pants.

“Oh my, we have a bigger problem now," and she set down the towel. She took one hand and gently brushed my hard cock through my pants. She looked directly at me and said, “we should make another mess and I will clean it up too." She traced the outline of my cock through my pants and used her hand to stroke harder. Her second hand dropped below my bulge and put pressure on my balls. She continued without unzipping my pants and in a few seconds brought me to an incredible climax. My pants may have been wet before but now they were soaked with loads of cum.

Immediately after, she unzipped my pants and took my cock in her mouth licking every drop of cum from it. She then took club soda and cleaned my pants. As she stood to leave she glanced back and said, “tomorrow I will make a mess and I expect you to be here to clean it up.”