After locking my door, I sat down in my chair and closed my eyes. It had been difficult getting back to my office without anyone noticing the bulge in my pants. I should have ridden up, but thought getting the exercise would be better.
Watching the juice from the peach as it dripped onto her fingers had made my mind blank and my cock stiffen. The juice dripped from her fingers onto a napkin she’d placed on her desk. This is where I’d normally make some kind of remark that would be over the sexual harassment boundary line. Unfortunately, my mind had frozen. Then she looked at me.
Her eyebrow raised and she smirked, knowing that I was thinking something naughty, “Can I help you with something?” I watched as she took a delicate bit of the peach in between her teeth and sucked a little before biting it off.
“I’ll give you something juicy to suck on.” As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back. Even though we bantered and teased often, it seemed too far over the line this time. When she smiled and put her hand against her lips to keep from giggling too loud my cock twitched.
As I unzipped my pants, I thought of the juice that had been dripping on her fingers as she sucked them clean. Her lips wrapped around my cock would feel incredible. My eyes closed and I concentrated more on how her little pink tongue licked the peach before taking another bite.
I clamped my mouth shut tightly so I wouldn’t groan. While my little office was all in its own little area away from most people, there was still the possibility that someone might hear. I stroked my hand up over the head, using the precum as a lubricant.
Thrusting my hips forward, I slammed my cock over and over into my lightly clenched fist. It may not be her mouth, or her pussy, which I would happily pound if she offered either, but the vision of her mouth on the peach made me twitch like a fish out of water.
A steady white river flowed from the head of my cock, lubricating the length, enabling me to stroke faster and harder. My chair started moving and squeaking the more I moved. Unable to stop it, a low, long moan left my throat. Hanging my head back my eyes closed as spurts of semen shot from the head of my cock.
Muscles relaxed, the vision of her eating the peach made my cock twitch again and finally come to rest in my hand. When I opened my eyes I found my desk, the wall, and floor covered in white strings of semen. I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face as I grabbed a roll of paper towels and some disinfectant to clean up the mess I had made.
Somehow, I had the taste of a peach, the feel of the fuzz, on my tongue. I would have to stop at the farmer’s market before going home to pick up a few.