It all began thanks to a faulty computer program, and for once in my life, I am so glad that it failed that Friday.
I’d been working hard on an important report for the entire week and as five o’clock on Friday rolled around, and the rest of the office went off to the pub for a well earned drink or two, I was left angry and frustrated trying to get the damn thing printed in the right format, ready for the meeting first thing on Monday.
I was pressing buttons, trying different setups and swearing like a trooper while I was vaguely aware of the cleaners operating around me. Even though I’m quite often at the office late I’ve never really taken notice of them apart from the odd nod as they reached under my desk for the bin. But now, this frustrating Friday, I was totally focused on getting that fucking report completed.
An hour of trying different setups, and the occasional re-start later and I was finally on the right track… I pressed the print button and hoped. A small pale yellow box popped up on the screen and my heart leapt ‘estimated print time 15 minutes’ at last! My body relaxed, the tension falling from my shoulders like a lead weight, it was only then that I realised I was in desperate need for the toilet… fit to burst in fact.
I looked around, there was no-one in the office apart from me, no one to come and press a button that would make me have to start again, I didn’t want to leave it but my bladder was telling me that it wasn’t about to wait. With an anxious look back over my shoulder I headed for the Gents.
I pushed open the double doorway and headed for the urinal, unzipped my fly and reached inside. It’s at this point that I should tell you that, although I’m not the best looking guy in the world, the good lord above had decided to bless me with a quite impressive piece of meat between my legs, a thick and chunky 7 and a half inches when it’s on the slack. I’ve always been rather proud of my penis, even if it’s caused more than one ex-girlfriend to run away in abject terror.
Anyway, I digress, there I stood unfolding my cock, the muscles relaxing as I let go… it was then that I heard a soft gasp. Startled I looked around and there in a cubicle, unseen when I entered, was one of the cleaners, her dark eyes wide open and transfixed on my crotch. I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to, I was pissing like a horse… I’m sure it only lasted several seconds but it seemed like minutes, all the while I watched the cleaner agape at my dick…
It was as the steaming flow abated that my innate Britishness took over, wringing it dry I flopped my cock back inside my pants and without a word headed out through the door, my face no doubt a bright beetroot red.
I crashed back into my chair, glanced at the screen and everything was going well. Did I just expose myself to a cleaner? Oh god what if she reported me, I’d be in deep shit! I sat for a moment, my heart thumping in my chest… what should I do. I kept my eye on the door of the Gents, but she didn’t come out screaming, which I took as a good sign at least.
After a moment or two, I thought the best option was to go and apologise, at least that may save my bacon if she DID report me. I got up and walked over to the toilet, pushed open the first door, then the second. The last cubicle door was shut. I said a very weak ‘hello?’ but there was no reply. I edged closer and pushed the door but it was locked… ‘Hello?’ I said a little louder. I thought I heard a small noise coming from inside. Oh no, I thought, she’s crying. I went into the cubicle next door and hoisted myself up onto the loo and looked over the partition.
She wasn’t crying. The vision I saw will stay with me for a long time. She was sitting on the toilet, her head resting back against the wall, her tight black leggings and small panties were pulled down to the tops of her black boots and her knees were widely parted. Two of the fingers of one hand were sliding furiously back and forth into her neatly trimmed pussy, the juices flowing freely. The fingers of the other hand alternating rubbing and flicking her swollen clit. She moaned a little louder, opening her eyes, looking up at me as he brought herself to a body shattering orgasm. What a sight…
I’m ashamed to say that my Britishness took over once more, I managed to slip from the toilet I was standing on and trip to the floor. Bewildered, I walked out of the Gents, put the completed report on my desk ready for Monday, grabbed my coat and left the building without another word.
But that, I’m pleased to say, was JUST the beginning…
