I was reading all his stories on line. He is a prolific writer and there was something simple, yet fascinating with his writings that kept me reading them and then I found myself waiting for his next story. I don’t know why. His short stories were so very real like. I imagined they were all true and I then I thought, there is no way all the stories could be true. Sometimes, he’d throw in a story- from a girl’s perspective and I then I found myself wondering if the Communications Director was really a guy or a girl. No guy could possibly write a story from a woman’s perspective.
Then, I read a new story the Communications Director wrote. Oh My God! The Communications Director was writing about me. I knew it, because the writer put in some narrative comments that only he and I would have ever shared. I knew at that point, the Communications Director was not only a guy, but it was someone I knew, someone I worked with. I knew it as soon as I read the story.
Funny thing. Neither one of us knew that this forum was one in which we both shared our secret desires. We never had sex, except on line and in his stories. I always thought the guys who write things for on line blogs were fat and homely with nothing better to do. Not the Communications Director. He was a normal guy, married and with teenage kids. He was also very attractive and a very successful business type. He was not, in short, what I thought your typical writer of lustful stories would be like. He was the guy next door type. What drove him to be such a prolific sex writer, I will probably never know or understand.
Now, I wanted him. I was curious to meet the man on a more personal level, especially since our work paths rarely, if ever, crossed. I didn’t want him to know I knew his deep dark secret, but figured I’d tell him I knew in due course. Now he will know, and I hope he comes back to me. I really do, because he is not just a good writer, but he is sexy as hell and good in bed.
George (not his real name) worked in a different department from me. He is the Communications Director, not just on line, but in his real job as well, which is why I suspect he chose the moniker. We’d see each other periodically, mostly on breaks, but during the work day, he did his thing and I did mine. He was tall, well over six-foot-tall, and he was weight to height proportional, with short hair and square jaw that gave him the look of authority.
I had to find a way to get to know George, because his intellectual mind was so exciting in its own special way. Then, one day last week, I devised a plan. I pretended to have computer problems. I saw George in the breakroom and approached him.
“What do you know about computers?” I asked as we stood by the break room coffee machine. I couldn’t help but admire his good looks and easy going charm.
“Not a lot,” George responded, “Why?”
I told George about my Office computer product always freezing up.
“If you want,” George said, “I can take a look at it.”
I told George I’d drop my laptop off at his office and he could take the weekend to look at it. I offered to pay him, but George said he wouldn’t take any money to help me out.
“You can always pay me back later,” he said as he smiled and proffered a wink in my direction. “We’ll work something out.”
I had written a few sexy stories and I made sure to open them and close them on my PC, before giving my computer to George. I was kind of hoping he would see one or two and maybe plagiarize them. I also made sure to cut and paste one of George’s stories to a Word document and save it to my computer. Surely he would notice his own story being saved on my computer. I was curious to see if he would say anything.
On Monday, George called me to drop by his office, first thing, to say he had fixed my computer issues. I don’t know what excited me the most. Knowing the issues were fixed or knowing that George had looked at my stories.
I nervously made my way to George’s office. I stepped in and smiled. I was nervous.
“I fixed your computer,” George announced as he handed me back my laptop.
“I cleaned up some files, got rid of some of your temp files and ran a virus scan,” George said. “You should be good to go.”
“Good to go?” I thought to myself. “Good to go? That’s it?”
George looked at me as I stood there with my laptop in my hand.
“Is there anything else?” he asked.
I was so disappointed.
“No,” I said. I thanked George for fixing my computer issues. I started to walk away, when George whispered,
“You should avoid that Lusty Story page. There are some real characters on that web site.”
I stopped and spun around.
“It’s all in fun,” I replied. “No one on that site ever meets up.”
George smiled.
“Maybe not,” he replied, “But there is always a first time.”
At about that time, George’s phone rang.
“I’ve got to get this call,” he said and that pretty much ended our casual conversation before it even had a chance to get going.
A week went by and nothing. Then, two weeks. Then, one day I read a story that I knew George had written about an office romance. I took a chance and sent him a message through the blog’s back channel message board, using my on-line moniker.
“Let’s make this story come true,” I wrote. “I’ll be at my cubicle on Friday at 7pm. Everyone in my department should be gone. I’ll be sans underwear.”
I waited for a response. As luck, would have it, the Communications Director was on line at the same time. My heart skipped a beat.
“I’ll be there,” he wrote in response. I quickly turned off my computer and looked around.
Friday was an anxious day at work. I had no idea if George would show up or not. In fact, I wasn’t even one hundred per cent sure the Communications Director was my co-worker, even though I hoped he was and was pretty sure I was correct in my assessment.
Five o’clock came and went and most of my co-workers headed out of the office. My boss was the last one out.
“Don’t work too late,” he said as he passed my cubicle.
“I won’t,” I said, telling him I was hoping to get caught up on some work projects so I could take a few days off in the near future. I had a great boss and he was very understanding, while at the same time, very demanding.
“I’m locking the door,” he said as he walked off. I thanked him and buried my head in my computer. I clicked on the Lusty Story link hidden on my computer. I had two messages from the Comminations Director.
“Ge ready to have some fun!”
The second one, “I’m on my way!”
I looked at my desk clock. It was just a few minutes before seven. Oh shoot!
I was so super excited. I could barely contain myself. I quickly slipped off my panties and placed them in my purse.
I turned off my computer and leaned back in my office chair. I slipped my hand under the leading edge of my dress, along my inner thigh, my fingers reaching out to touch myself. I’m not a self-pleasuring lady, but for some reason, I found myself extremely worked up. I had my eyes closed when I heard a whisper,
“Would you like some help?”
I think I jumped about a foot.
“Don’t let me interrupt anything,” George whispered as he casually leaned against the wall of my cubicle, smiling.
I quickly stood up and pretended to be surprised.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I scolded.
I retreated to my office chair and collapsed in to it, spreading my legs and allowing my work skirt to fall gently on my bare legs, exposing a great deal of leg.
George stepped in front of me and knelt between my legs. He silently placed his hands on my bare knee and slowly worked his hand up my upper thigh.
“I think we need a little closer examination,” George said, working his way forward, on his knees, towards me. I felt a probative finger work its way to the outer folds of my vagina and I shuddered. George gently used his fingers to explore my womanhood. I closed my eyes.
Oh!… My!… God!
George smiled as he gently worked his fingers around my womanhood.
“I like it,” he whispered as he lowered his head between my outstretched legs.
Oh!… My!… God! The things George could do with his tongue and his mouth. I gripped the arms of my office chair as another orgasm rocked through me.
George stood in front of me and placed my hand on the bulge in his work trousers. I carefully unfastened his belt and the fastener, then lowered the zipper. George’s trousers fell to the floor. The tent in his boxer shorts was enormous. I placed my fingers into the waist band of his boxer and with great anticipation, pulled them down, allowing George’s circumcised tool to spring forth. I was surprised at the width and length of his tool.
I slipped my fingers around George’s tool and inspected it. Like myself, he was cleanly shaven, something I really appreciated since I hated pubic hair. I slipped George’s tool into my open mouth. It was a little bit of work, but I managed to get almost all of him inside my mouth, as I massaged his balls.
“That feels so good,” George commented as I worked his tool in and out of my oral cavity.
I stood up and pressed my lips to his. He pushed his tongue into my mouth.
Oh!… My!… God! I almost exploded right then and there!
George spun me around and bent me forward. His finger, his probative finger was now knuckle deep in my pussy. I shuddered.
He spread my legs and I felt his finger probing near my asshole.
“No,” I remarked sternly.
George positioned his tool against my butt, as he grabbed my ass checks and spread them.
“Not in my ass,” I begged.
George pushed his massive man tool past my ass and straight into my aching pussy. As soon as he entered me, I lost all control and a flood of gigantic proportions flowed out of me. I gripped the edge of my desk as George worked his man tool in and out of my pussy, grunting as he pushed his body against mine. I closed my eyes. His hands were now on top of mine.
“How bad do you want it?” George asked.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Give it to me!”
George reached around and grabbed at my breasts. His hands were massive and strong. I unbuttoned my shirt and tore it off. My brassiere quickly followed. George pinched my nipples with his fingers.
“Harder!” I pleaded as George jammed his massive tool inside of me, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filling my cubicle.
I could feel him explode inside of me. I was totally out of control. I shuddered and my entire body tensed up. George’s cum ran down the inside of my thigh as I collapsed on top of my desk. My entire body ached, but in a very good way.
Finally, George stepped back and collapsed into another office chair in the cubicle across from mine. I grabbed some tissue from my desk and wiped my pussy. I turned and handed George the Kleenex box. I slipped my skirt back on and quickly got dressed as George cleaned up and dressed.
Neither of us said a word.
I sat down in my office chair and looked at George as he tucked his shirt into his pants.
“So I guess you’ll write about this?” I asked.
“It’ll be on line in the morning,” George replied.
George smiled and then he silently disappeared. I quickly turned on my computer.
Sorry George. This time, I beat you to it! If this upsets you, I apologize and I can make it up to you next Friday at 7pm- same place.
