Fast and Furious

Fast and Furious

His cock was raging hard and she couldn’t keep her eyes off the bulge in his pants. Sitting next to him in the conference room was making her insane, wanting to touch it.

She scooted her chair sideways as if to get a better look at the screen. The room was dark, a power point presentation on the screen, everyone’s eyes glued as the speaker continued to drone on about “Where we are and where we’re going.”

She’d been with the company nearly 20 years. These presentations were a great way to get upcoming information and get excited about the changes coming, but she could not focus.

She reached her left arm across his chair to touch him. He shifted a little in his seat, giving her easy access to his painful erection.

Sitting at the back of the room and at the end of the table, there was no one to witness what was going on. She had been writing him nasty little notes all through the meeting – the hard on was the result and she intended to take her reward.

Her left hand began rubbing him through his slacks, stroking against his hardness as she continued writing with her right hand, her eyes glued to the screen.

The meeting was scheduled for two and a half hours, one hour already passed. She had time, but not too much. If they called on him to speak about his area he was screwed.

She began to unzip him – he flinched. She placed her hand flat against him as if to say “It’s okay”. She scribbled on her notepad – “I want to make you cum, you can’t leave here with wet pants.”

He replied to her note – “You can’t swallow here, what do you intend to do with it.”

She placed a stack of napkins beside her, handing him one.

He scribbled “Jesus – you came prepared?”

“Of course.” She went back to unzipping him, pulling him from his pants and into her hand. She gently stroked, using the liquid from his tip as lubrication.

The speaker carried on – neither of them hearing a word he said, straining to keep their eyes focused on the screen, trying to comprehend what was being said by the lifesize words jumping from the wall.

She began to pull him faster, pulling the foreskin over his head and stroking hard on the way down.

She could feel him tightening up, not willing to let go. He was trying very hard to hold back.

Suddenly, she felt him lean forward and stop her hand with his. Grabbing the napkin, he shoved it under the table and over the head of his now pulsing cock. She gripped him tight, feeling his seed pulse through the length of him.

When he was done, she carefully slid another napkin under the table and wiped him clean. Taking both from him, she wadded them up and placed them in her lap – she’d dispose of them in the bathroom as soon as she could leave the room.

He sat back in his chair, relaxed, zipping his pants and turning to the screen again. He checked his pants to be sure there were no wet spots, then leaned back in the chair, a smile on his face.

All eyes were still turned to the screen. No one was aware of what had just happened. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were the only ones in the room misbehaving. She began to look around to see whose hands were not on the table, which ones had grins on their face that were out of place.

He placed his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze “Thanks”. She smiled, going back to her notes and returning her focus to the speaker.

She heard him call her friend’s name “He’ll speak a little to what’s going on his world”

She couldn’t help but smile “If they only knew.”