One never knows what kind of people they work with, and one never can tell what a person is up to, until they sometimes find out, oftentimes, by mistake.
I found him in the supply room. It was a shock to both of us, I guess. I'd better back up, and tell you what I found.
I worked in a rather large office with about two dozen other sales representatives for a large company. My printer suddenly pulled that crap where it wouldn't print, and I checked the cartridge. Out of ink. I hated that. I opened my drawer, and sure enough, there wasn't a damn cartridge replacement. I had used the last one.
OK, big deal, I was going to have to go down to the supply room and get some ink cartridges. I went to my supervisor, and got a requisition for it, and she gave me the key, telling me that Bernard kept the room locked. The key was for the side door, not the main door to his office.
I went down to the supply room, and tried the door. Sure enough, it was locked. I inserted the key and turned it. Opening the door, I found the room brightly lit. And, from my vantage point, I was shocked at what I saw.
Bernard was sitting at his desk. I could see him on edge. He was wearing a shirt, coat, and tie...typical dress for an office. But, under the desk, I could that his pants were all the way down to his ankles, and he was wearing panties, female panties, sheer and bright red. His fat dick was sticking out of the top of them!
I let the door close behind me, and the movement and noise grabbed his attention. He looked in my direction, a look of sheer terror spreading across his face. He raised his ass off the chair, and reached down and pulled up his pants as quickly as he could. I smiled and walked over to him. I was shocked, but thrilled at what I had seen.
"Um, like, hey, I..."
I held up my hand. "Don't explain, Bernard. I came to get an ink cartridge. I didn't know I was going to be treated to the hottest damned thing I'd ever seen."
"Huh?"
"Stand up."
He stood, his pants unzipped and not closed, the head of his dick still sticking out of the top of the sheer panties. I moved behind the desk with him.
His cock was fat, long, and hard. He wasn't circumcised, and the head of his cock was poking through the foreskin at the tip. I tugged at his pants, and soon, I had them down, his hard cock now sticking straight up, the bright pink, gleaming, wet head completely clear of the foreskin. His balls were hanging heavily, peppered with light brown hair. I sighed.
He lifted my skirt and, lowering my panties, I fingered my pussy. "Lovely," he whispered breathlessly.
I moved toward him and spread my legs, and he humped downward, pressing his cock against my wet pussy. That would never do, so I lay on the floor and spread my legs. To my surprise, he didn't just mount me and fuck me brainlessly . . . he put his mouth on my pussy, his tongue doing double time on my pussy lips, then my clit. I came and came, and then, it was his turn. I sat up and pushed him backward, and wrapped my mouth around his rigid dick. I fondled and massaged his balls and I sucked him, and was rewarded by his jerking cock shooting loads of hot cum into my mouth.
Then, we rested for a minute and put our clothes back in order. Grabbing a ream of paper, we both headed back to the office. In the hallway, I asked him, "What kind of panties do you like?"
He looked at me. "Crotch less and sheer," he said.
That's what I wore the next day for my sex session with Bernard.
--- Delia R., New York, NY
