It was my second week at the new company when this message blinked in my inbox: Go to the bathroom now. Middle stall. Take your mobile.
No sender name or indication who gave this order, but I was intrigued, so I did as I was told. At this company men and women shared a bathroom, something I still had to get used to, but I had no time to ponder this as I received a text message the moment I closed the stall door behind me: Welcome to your wildest dream. Drop your pants.
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Hesitantly I looked around for peeping holes, but saw none, so I again did as I was told. Feeling a bit awkward, I stood there waiting for my instructions. Then my phone rang – number withheld. The voice on the other side was husky and demanding.
Can you feel me? She asked. No, where are you? Push yourself against the inner wall, you will feel me. I listened with my ear against the wall and sure as hell, I could hear a person breathing heavily on the other side. Stroke my breasts, she begged. My hands stroked the cold wall.
That’s so good she said with bated breath. I am yours, all of me she continued purring in my ear. I want to feel you fingering me now. I dropped to my knees and knocked on the height I knew her pussy was right now.
She responded with load groans that even came right through the wall at me. Take me she hoarsely begged. Take me with your tongue. Without single hesitation I sucked up against he wall where I heard her pubic hair make faint scratching noises. Oh yes, she cried out. My mind flipped over
I want the real you now, I managed a sentence into my phone. She stopped breathing. I am begging you, please come in here with me, I tried again. No, she said sharply and switched off her phone. Bewildered I tried to get up from my kneeling position, only in time to hear her door open up, releasing my fantasy woman.
I struggled to get myself calm enough to get dressed. The clicking of high heels on the floor told the story of a girl leaving fast. I was left devastated, horny and fighting a throbbing bulge into my pants.
After what felt like hours, my cock went down and I could slip back into the office. My eyes darted from desk to desk in search of the girl of my dreams, but not a single one even noticed me. She was gone for good. Back at my workstation, a new message waited for me: You were perfect. Want to do it again tomorrow?
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