25th floor

Thirty-three and single. Not that either or both is bad, but that's where my story starts. Not a lot of my life has been planned out so far, just sort of happened. But I've done well. And at this point, I've just been hired as Department Supervisor for the Queue. That's our fancy term for incoming documents. "Faxes" would be the outdated term for them. It's not a bad gig: supervising a team of 7 that handles a couple of thousand documents on a daily basis.

We affectionately refer to our floor as "cube city." A whole floor dedicated almost entirely to cubicles. Several different departments shared the floor, so as you can imagine, there were no quiet moments. At least the view of the city is nice from my spot: a slightly bigger cubicle by the corner windows.

The first day of on-boarding was uneventful. I was stuck in a room with a stack of contracts and confidentiality agreements to sign. Reviewing manuals and watching training videos filled the rest of my day.

The second day was more interesting. I was given the tour of the other floor, then introduced to the other department supervisors. I tried to remember people's names, but it was nearly impossible. I resulted to taking mental notes of how they looked: blonde, brunette, short, tall, stacked.

There were probably over 100 employees there and only a handful were males. And even then, some women stood out from the crowd. After some time, the work became routine to the point of being monotonous. I became "bolder" and ventured out more and more from my cubicle.

"The Real Housewife" was in one of her breaks when I decided to refill my coffee. Her real name is Meredith, but the nickname fits her so well. Mid 40s. Hair and make-up always done. Heels every day. Dressed far better than anyone, including the company president. Jewelry ranged from subtle to flashy. Her stride exudes confidence. She was particularly proud of her breasts. Round, full, and perky. More than a handful. Always displayed.

"You know, we're allowed to talk to other departments, right? They actually encourage it."

A hot flash ran through my body. I'm not sure if I was staring at her girls or if I looked like I was ignoring her.

"Oh, I guess I'm not sure yet who likes to be alone."

"Not this gal." She said as she picked up her cup and moved closer.

She faced me and not the table. Her left elbow rested on the table as she gingerly stirred her hot coffee. Her diamond ring sparkled with each movement.

"And what does this gal like to do?"

"Depends on what I'm allowed or told to do." She said with a sly grin before sipping her coffee.

"I'm sure that gets you both in and out of trouble."

"Oh...you have no idea."

"Not that I can't imagine, but I suppose first-hand knowledge is preferred." I said confidently, even though I am not sure if I was flirting properly.

She didn't respond right away. She just sat there looking at me. Her right index and middle finger running along the neckline of her top, just above the swell of her right breast.

She bit her lip. Leaned forward, giving me a nice view.

"Hmmm...not sure if I trust you with all that knowledge yet, Mr. Supervisor."

With that, she left the breakroom. I'm pretty sure she knew my name. But there was something about the way she said my title.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I happen to like routines. Same parking spot. Same time for breaks. Same chair during my breaks. Makes me easy to stalk.

"Come here often?" said a familiar voice.

"I guess I'm predictable." I said without looking up from my sudoku puzzle. "And, hopefully, trustworthy." I added.

"My oh my Mr. Supervisor, what ever would you do if I decide you can be trusted?" She sat in the same spot and in the same way as before. Slowly stirred her steaming hot coffee.

"I suppose, it involves me telling you what to do and you doing it."

"I suppose we should find out if you can be trusted."

"As long as your husband does not find out...or mind." I chuckled as I tap the big rock on her ring finger.

"The business is his world at the moment. But don't feel bad for me, I get everything I ask for."

"I suppose you get some things someone else decided for you."

"You supposed correctly, Mr. Supervisor, but for now, I'm gonna ask you to follow me."

I followed her to a deserted office space a few floors down. As I stood by the double doors, overlooking the vast, empty space, Meredith moved in front of me. Her heels elevated her ass enough to just barely be at the level of my crotch.

It was neither obscene nor subtle. She stood there and rubbed her ass against me while she talked. And I reciprocated. I pushed slightly forward to encourage her. She was saying something about the floor being an expansion of the office.

"And that concludes the office tour, any questions?"

"Just one. What's under there?" I motioned with a push forward of my crotch.

"Under where?" She giggled like a schoolgirl from her pun. She turned around and pushed me by the shoulder towards the exit.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"The Real Housewife" uncharacteristically walked down the aisle of our department. No words. No look. She just simply dropped off a Starbucks coffee cup. A drive by. It felt pretty light, which was odd. The contents didn't feel like liquid when I shook the cup.

So naturally, I opened it under my desk. Inside the cup was a lacy white thong. I pocketed the underwear and slipped a note that read "I want the one you have on now, not from yesterday."

She walked in the breakroom a minute or so after I sat down. I had the starbucks cup on the table. Before sitting down, Meredith opened the cup, read the note, and sashayed out of the breakroom with the cup.

The next few minutes felt like she deliberately took longer just to tease me. Meredith slipped back into the breakroom and slid the cup to me. I held the cup and shook it. The contents made a muffled sound. I held the cup from the top and made small circles on the table with the bottom.

"How do you take your coffee?" I asked while maintaining eye contact.

"Cream, no sugar." She said with a straight face.

I left before breaktime was over. The restroom 5 floors down were always clean and empty. With the doors locked, I picked a nice video on my phone and set it down. But the thought of this married woman being willing to do things at work got me worked up even before the video got going. Stroking my hard cock, increasing the pace slowly. Meredith's ass and tits flashed in my mind as I stroke my cock. The crotch of her thongs felt sticky, which made me wonder about her grooming. I held her thong with my left hand. My right hand a blur. Stroked faster and faster. My balls swayed under. It didn't take too long for me to start grunting. I tried my best to keep my aim straight. Made sure to catch as much cum on the crotch of the thong. My load soaked almost every part of it.

I placed the cum soaked thong back in the cup. Ensured that the crotch area was leveled to reserve the most cum for her pussy.

I did my own drive by on Meredith when I got back to our floor. No words. No looks. Just simply placed the cup on her desk. Some minutes later. I watched her go to the restroom with the cup.

When she came out, her stride seemed more confident. Her chest pushed up just a bit more. I wondered if she did wear the cum soaked thong. I wondered if my cum is making a mess on her married pussy while she walked. Could the people she passed by smell the musky scent of our combined juices?

The sound of the cup sliding along the surface of my desk brought me back to reality. Meredith had dropped off our pseudo-message-in-a-bottle. But it was empty. She had written her number under the sleeve. I quickly saved it on my phone and texted her.

"Everything mixed up and making a nice mess?"

"You did leave plenty of...cream. Even had to lick some from the brim of the cup. But don't worry, I'm adding my own to it."

"I like fruits so I'm sure you liked the taste."

"I might just like it straight from the source."

"You did show me a whole empty floor."

"Patience, Mr. Supervisor. Let me enjoy the sticky mess of your cream against my...bean."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It became our everyday routine: she drops off the cup with her panties, I take it to deposit a load, I drop off the sticky mess, and she puts them on before we meet up in the breakroom. One day the cup was empty, and she gave me a devious grin from across the floor. She was wearing a flowy dress to her knees, low cut, and some wedges.

She was sitting down before I got to the breakroom. Legs crossed. Her dress seemed demurer today, save of course for the somewhat plunging cut of the neckline. I tapped the empty cup on the table and gave her a questioning look.

Meredith didn't bother to look up from her phone. She gave a sly grin.

"Yes?"

"Seems you came up empty today." I said as I sat down.

"Nothing to put in the cup today." She finally looked up as she spread her legs open. Slowly and discreetly hiking up her dress to mid-thigh.

"Is that so? How would I make my daily...deposit?"

She lifted her dress more. Showing me a bare, tightly lipped pussy. I was able to see the glistening lips before she lowered her dress back down.

"I could still use creamer for my coffee."

"Since I am nice, I will let you decide on how to procure the milk."

"Well, I suppose we can tour the empty office again."

I followed her to the empty office floor we visited the other week. This time, we didn't stay by the double doors. We've been here before, but my heart was beating faster than the last time. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I followed her. I looked around, half expected that there would be workers or some inspector. The floor was as empty as the first time we came down, except the cubicles are arranged just like our floor. The only noise came from the AC ducts and the muffled sound of traffic outside. I followed her towards the window, overlooking a busy intersection.

With her dressed hike up some, she knelt parallel to the window. Even before I walked up in front of her, she had started to run her fingers along her slit. I could hear the subtle "slosh" of wetness between her pussy lips.

Her free hand unzipped my pants. And being a gentleman, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, lowered it down with my boxer briefs, and freed my now throbbing cock. She gave my cock a couple of strokes before bringing up her other hand from between her legs. She wiped her juices on the head and leaned forward. Meredith flattened her tongue and gave my cock a soft, sensual lick: licking her juices off the head of my cock. She grasped my cock and pointed it up. Tilted her head and sucked on my balls. I wanted to keep looking down, but the sensation made me tilt my head up and close my eyes. I looked to my side. Saw the other buildings and the busy intersection. For a quick second, I tried to think of how our building's windows looked like from the outside.

That thought quickly disappeared once I felt my cock engulfed in Meredith's wet mouth. Her soft lips stretched around my cock. Her hand was wrapped around the base. And she moved her hand in time with the bob of her head. Her moans mixed with the slurps of her mouth. And in no time, my hips were moving back and worth to match her rhythm.

She had brought back her hand between her legs. Busy giving herself pleasure. From time to time, she would open her eyes and look up at me. When she does, she would tighten her lips around my cock more before closing her eyes again and bobbing her head with vigor.

I'm not sure how long I enjoyed her talents. My hand automatically found the back of her head as she sucked my cock. From the corner of my eyes, I thought I saw the door open ever so slightly. That issue, however, became irrelevant once I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. I held her by the hair and slowed her down.

"Cream coming up, Meredith."

I heard her muffled moan as she felt around her. When she finally found her mug, she bobbed her head on my cock a few more times and let it slip out. I replaced her mouth with my fist. Stroking faster than she would bob. Used her saliva for lube. I knew what she wanted. I bent my knees in a half squat and guided her mug to where I knew I'd shoot. As if with great timing, no sooner than I moved her mug, I started cumming. Rope after rope of sticky cum landed in her mug. Along the rim. On her hand.

After I squeezed the last drop into her mug, she licked the cum that landed on her hand and stood up. She sensually licked the dribble of cum from the rim of her mug before taking a sip. I cannot accurately tell you how sexy that was. And I can't tell you how sexy it was watching her sip that coffee in front of people when we got back to our floor. I saw her stir the mix from time to time and made a bottom's up motion to show she finished the last drop.

~*~*~*~*~*

I arrived earlier than everybody on Friday. Carefully placed the unassuming brown box in her top drawer, with a simple sticky note: "press for 3 seconds, lick, suck, and insert"

As usual, Meredith did her drive by with our "coffee cup" and sashayed her ass to her desk. Within a minute, she was headed to the restroom. Even before she came out, I knew she had done as told: my phone buzzed as the device connected.

My hard on was almost instant. I mean, there's this MILF that's game for anything, so far, and she just slid a Bluetooth controlled toy in her pussy, no questions asked. Of course, I didn't turn it on immediately. I waited for her to start working and then turned the vibrate to the lowest possible setting. Meredith didn't react, which is good. Her composure was so good that she was able to drink coffee and answer a couple of phone calls while the toy hummed inside her.

This particular Friday is special. Not that we would get any bonus, but it was deemed to be a half day of inter-department collaboration. Which means two or three departments would end up being in some conference room to talk about how to streamline our products and services.

I was lucky enough to be partnered with two very "take charge" kind of supervisors. So, I was able to hang back and take notes. Meredith was also lucky enough to be in the same conference room as me.

In the shuffle, she managed to sit next to me, crossing her legs under the table and flirtatiously brushed against me.

We've been able to stay under the radar by keeping our interactions as minimal and as covert as possible. Apart from the drive-by and break times, of course. And today is no different. As she took notes, I sat leaning away.

I opened the app and turned up the intensity slowly until I got to halfway. Her notes seemed to slow down. I could tell she's trying to control her breathing as the toy buzzed diligently in her pussy.

After a few minutes, I moved up the intensity with a couple of clicks. Occasionally, she would shoot me glaring sexy looks of pleasure. Her grip tightened on the pen she's writing with. The tip lingered a tick longer on a period before she wrote the next word. I teasingly lowered the vibration of the toy until it was almost off.

Meredith leaned towards a coworker on the opposite side, apparently sharing her notes. She took advantage of her angle to rub her leg against mine, even resting it on my knee under the table. With her legs slightly more open, the hum of the toy became evident to me as I turned the intensity up.

The leg resting on me shook ever so slightly as the toy buzzed inside her. She lowered it a minute or so later and I could tell her legs were pressed together tightly as she wrote some more notes. With a very subtle, quiet, and quick groan, Meredith came. She looked at me for a second and then back to her notes. Biting her lips to not lose control.

I turned off the toy after what I thought was her finish and returned my attention to the meeting. Meredith composed herself and excused herself to go to the restroom.

Before I left for the day, my phone buzzed several times. By this time the office was half empty. Meredith had taken pictures and videos of herself when she went to the restroom earlier. The toy in her pussy was covered with her sticky mess and she dutifully cleaned it, clear as day in the video. Her fingers went to work, and the splatter of juices almost obscured the camera lens of her phone.

I could hear her whimpers and stifled moans as her fingers became a blur.

"I'm cumming for you. Watch me. I'm making myself cum cuz of you."