wreckingball33
06-27-2019, 08:27 PM
Tick, tock…
The clock keeps ticking. I have only been here for an hour and I still have two hours to go. Usually this wouldn’t be too much of a problem since there is internet and social networking sites are very engaging. I am sitting in this mandatory training that those who get paid way more than I do deemed was so crucial. In reality it is a complete waste of time. Usually I can sit through these and make it through without wanting to jump off a cliff but today is proving to be more difficult that other days. I have not had ummm relations with another person in quite some time. It also didn’t help that sitting right across from me was Elyse Black.
Now let me describe Elyse, you wouldn’t say that she is straight out of a magazine but she just has this aura about her. She is about 5’ 6’ and if I had to guess about 140 lbs. Her eyes are the lightest shade of hazel, I would call them gray but I’m sure I would get made fun of. I’ve never met a Latin women with hazel eyes. They are very intriguing. She has a very soft yet firm looking heart shaped ass. You can definitely tell that she puts in some time at the gym and definitely squats. She wears a 36D bra, now you probably wonder how I know this. Well no I’m not a creeper, I just happened to be walking down the hall and overheard a conversation that I clearly wasn’t meant to hear. She’s never caught me looking at them but I can say without a shadow of a doubt that they absolutely look amazing in a business shirt. Now I don’t get me wrong I look at more than just her chest, she has beautiful face that sits atop her gorgeous body. In reality though I wouldn’t call her a supermodel, I also can’t say that I can find anything wrong with her.
Today she is wearing a white blouse with a navy blue skirt that stops just at the knee. I don’t know why I noticed this but her legs were bare. Now I don’t claim to know everything about women’s fashion but I can’t remember any time that she or any of any of the other women had not worn some sort of hosiery.
Let me interject here, my name is Anthony. I am taller than most and have an athletic build. I played high school football but I didn’t play in undergrad because I was tired of being yelled at and told to run for no reason. So I graduated with a degree in Civil Engineering and quickly got a job in a firm. Little did I know that in accepting that job would subject me to many of these awful meetings.
Time crawled on and eventually the freed me from this torture that they called efficiency training. All my peers began filing out of the meeting room, making their way back to their daily tasks. I headed back to my office when I felt someone hurriedly brush past me. When I looked to see who it was I saw that it was Elyse and she seemed to be moving with restrained haste. It was that kind of movement that you make when you are really in a hurry but you’re in a place where you can’t just run. I was ready to just shrug it off thinking she had to use the bathroom but just as I was about to turn the corner to my office I saw her glance around and quickly duck into the file room. Now even if we take out the hasty movement, Elyse’s job has nothing to do with anything found in that room. Of course I was curious so I made my way to the file room and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside the door, shutting it behind me and what did I see? Elyse spun around and almost fell over. She grasped the wall and a nearby shelf for balance, she had on a pair of light blue lace boy shorts and around her ankles was a pair of dark tights around her ankles.
She quickly apologized, trying to hide her exposed parts. I, like the awkward person that I am just stood there mouth open. Luckily I had closed the door because I was too shocked to do anything. As I recovered from my initial shock my curiosity returned. “Umm so what’s going on here” I asked, trying to sound as confident as possible. In her Latin accent she responded that her leg really itched and that she didn’t think that anyone would come in this soon after the meeting. Now I never thought I was a rocket scientist but it surely didn’t take one to know this was not the actual reason. Emboldened by her attempt, I explained to her what I saw and how her story made absolutely no sense. As I spoke I could see the expression on her face change from a person who thought they were in the clear to one of slight worry. I took a step closer and sternly asked her what was going on, but this time the truth. I don’t know what in my voice made her nervous but as a single tear rolled down her cheek she told me the story. For the second time in two minutes I was shocked.
Elyse started. She told me that she had been feeling very horny ever since she had woken up that morning. Because she had woken up late she didn’t have the chance to remedy the situation before work. She thought she could just wait until she got back home and that it wouldn’t be too bad. Well, as it turns out she was wrong. As she got into work that day the feeling between her legs kept creeping to the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t focus on anything without it making her think about sex. She was sitting at her desk lost in another fantasy when she was jostled back to reality by Jim in the adjacent cubicle. He just dropped the news that there was a three hour training and that it was mandatory. She usually hated these trainings but today was the worst day. She wasn’t going to make it and she knew it. The training was in 15 minutes so her mind scrambled to figure out a solution. Maybe it wasn’t the best Idea but she had one and had to act quickly to implement it. She stood up from her cubicle and casually looked around. Everyone had a similar expression on their faces as they all received the news about the training. She walked towards the end of the hall to the pretty much forgotten file room. The company had gone all digital a few years prior so the file room was just full of old archived files that had not been transferred over yet. Elyse figured that she would be able to have some uninterrupted time to herself. She slipped inside of the room, a dim automatic light lit up and she found her way to the back by a stack of boxes. She maneuvered the boxes to form a make-shift chair. She sat back and slid her tights down to her ankles.
As she stood there telling me, I could tell Elyse began sinking back into her fantasy.
She pictured herself in an elevator. It’s three in the morning and she is standing across from this very attractive man. She throws caution to the wind, walks over to the man, looks into his eyes and grabs his crotch. Before the man could react she was down on her knees and had his cock in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft starting at the base and making her way to the head. As she reached the tip she wrapped her tongue around his head and made a swirling movement that she knew drove men crazy. Without hesitation she forced his cock all the way into her mouth until her nose met his body. She heard him let out a gasp. She quickly got up from her knees, spun around and leaned against the elevator wall. As she looked over her shoulder she saw him moving towards her. He flipped up the bottom of her skirt and tore her thong at the crotch. Elyse could tell this man meant business. As soon as he plunged his cock into her she could feel her pussy explode as she had her first orgasm.
Now, Elyse sitting back on her make-shift box throne leaned back rubbing her clit. She spread her legs to give her a better angle for her fingers to access her dripping wet hole. Her tights were getting in the way so she pushed them of her feet and tossed them. She now had free access to herself and made quick use of the opportunity. With one had working her clit she inserted two fingers into herself and reveled in the feeling. It’s not what she needed but it was definitely a good feeling. She pushed her fingers as far as they would go before pulling them back out. She steadily increased their pace while rubbing her clit between her thumb and index finger. She could feel her orgasm building. As she pushed her fingers in and squeezed her clit it pushed her over the edge and she drenched her fingers in her juices. She just sat there soaking in the post-orgasm euphoria. When she finally had the strength to move she looked at her watch and realized that she was about to be late for the training. She feared that all the seats outside of the view of the trainer would be taken and she would be forced to pretend to pay attention for three hours. She quickly got off the boxes, pulled down her skirt and scurried towards the door. She opened the door and causally walked out as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Elyse didn't see anyone so she believed she was in the clear.
I’m pretty sure at that point my mouth was wide open. She explained that she realized that she forgot to put her tights back on and hoped that no one found them while they were in the training. She didn’t mention what happened during the training and she was very unsure of what was about to happen next.
The clock keeps ticking. I have only been here for an hour and I still have two hours to go. Usually this wouldn’t be too much of a problem since there is internet and social networking sites are very engaging. I am sitting in this mandatory training that those who get paid way more than I do deemed was so crucial. In reality it is a complete waste of time. Usually I can sit through these and make it through without wanting to jump off a cliff but today is proving to be more difficult that other days. I have not had ummm relations with another person in quite some time. It also didn’t help that sitting right across from me was Elyse Black.
Now let me describe Elyse, you wouldn’t say that she is straight out of a magazine but she just has this aura about her. She is about 5’ 6’ and if I had to guess about 140 lbs. Her eyes are the lightest shade of hazel, I would call them gray but I’m sure I would get made fun of. I’ve never met a Latin women with hazel eyes. They are very intriguing. She has a very soft yet firm looking heart shaped ass. You can definitely tell that she puts in some time at the gym and definitely squats. She wears a 36D bra, now you probably wonder how I know this. Well no I’m not a creeper, I just happened to be walking down the hall and overheard a conversation that I clearly wasn’t meant to hear. She’s never caught me looking at them but I can say without a shadow of a doubt that they absolutely look amazing in a business shirt. Now I don’t get me wrong I look at more than just her chest, she has beautiful face that sits atop her gorgeous body. In reality though I wouldn’t call her a supermodel, I also can’t say that I can find anything wrong with her.
Today she is wearing a white blouse with a navy blue skirt that stops just at the knee. I don’t know why I noticed this but her legs were bare. Now I don’t claim to know everything about women’s fashion but I can’t remember any time that she or any of any of the other women had not worn some sort of hosiery.
Let me interject here, my name is Anthony. I am taller than most and have an athletic build. I played high school football but I didn’t play in undergrad because I was tired of being yelled at and told to run for no reason. So I graduated with a degree in Civil Engineering and quickly got a job in a firm. Little did I know that in accepting that job would subject me to many of these awful meetings.
Time crawled on and eventually the freed me from this torture that they called efficiency training. All my peers began filing out of the meeting room, making their way back to their daily tasks. I headed back to my office when I felt someone hurriedly brush past me. When I looked to see who it was I saw that it was Elyse and she seemed to be moving with restrained haste. It was that kind of movement that you make when you are really in a hurry but you’re in a place where you can’t just run. I was ready to just shrug it off thinking she had to use the bathroom but just as I was about to turn the corner to my office I saw her glance around and quickly duck into the file room. Now even if we take out the hasty movement, Elyse’s job has nothing to do with anything found in that room. Of course I was curious so I made my way to the file room and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside the door, shutting it behind me and what did I see? Elyse spun around and almost fell over. She grasped the wall and a nearby shelf for balance, she had on a pair of light blue lace boy shorts and around her ankles was a pair of dark tights around her ankles.
She quickly apologized, trying to hide her exposed parts. I, like the awkward person that I am just stood there mouth open. Luckily I had closed the door because I was too shocked to do anything. As I recovered from my initial shock my curiosity returned. “Umm so what’s going on here” I asked, trying to sound as confident as possible. In her Latin accent she responded that her leg really itched and that she didn’t think that anyone would come in this soon after the meeting. Now I never thought I was a rocket scientist but it surely didn’t take one to know this was not the actual reason. Emboldened by her attempt, I explained to her what I saw and how her story made absolutely no sense. As I spoke I could see the expression on her face change from a person who thought they were in the clear to one of slight worry. I took a step closer and sternly asked her what was going on, but this time the truth. I don’t know what in my voice made her nervous but as a single tear rolled down her cheek she told me the story. For the second time in two minutes I was shocked.
Elyse started. She told me that she had been feeling very horny ever since she had woken up that morning. Because she had woken up late she didn’t have the chance to remedy the situation before work. She thought she could just wait until she got back home and that it wouldn’t be too bad. Well, as it turns out she was wrong. As she got into work that day the feeling between her legs kept creeping to the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t focus on anything without it making her think about sex. She was sitting at her desk lost in another fantasy when she was jostled back to reality by Jim in the adjacent cubicle. He just dropped the news that there was a three hour training and that it was mandatory. She usually hated these trainings but today was the worst day. She wasn’t going to make it and she knew it. The training was in 15 minutes so her mind scrambled to figure out a solution. Maybe it wasn’t the best Idea but she had one and had to act quickly to implement it. She stood up from her cubicle and casually looked around. Everyone had a similar expression on their faces as they all received the news about the training. She walked towards the end of the hall to the pretty much forgotten file room. The company had gone all digital a few years prior so the file room was just full of old archived files that had not been transferred over yet. Elyse figured that she would be able to have some uninterrupted time to herself. She slipped inside of the room, a dim automatic light lit up and she found her way to the back by a stack of boxes. She maneuvered the boxes to form a make-shift chair. She sat back and slid her tights down to her ankles.
As she stood there telling me, I could tell Elyse began sinking back into her fantasy.
She pictured herself in an elevator. It’s three in the morning and she is standing across from this very attractive man. She throws caution to the wind, walks over to the man, looks into his eyes and grabs his crotch. Before the man could react she was down on her knees and had his cock in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft starting at the base and making her way to the head. As she reached the tip she wrapped her tongue around his head and made a swirling movement that she knew drove men crazy. Without hesitation she forced his cock all the way into her mouth until her nose met his body. She heard him let out a gasp. She quickly got up from her knees, spun around and leaned against the elevator wall. As she looked over her shoulder she saw him moving towards her. He flipped up the bottom of her skirt and tore her thong at the crotch. Elyse could tell this man meant business. As soon as he plunged his cock into her she could feel her pussy explode as she had her first orgasm.
Now, Elyse sitting back on her make-shift box throne leaned back rubbing her clit. She spread her legs to give her a better angle for her fingers to access her dripping wet hole. Her tights were getting in the way so she pushed them of her feet and tossed them. She now had free access to herself and made quick use of the opportunity. With one had working her clit she inserted two fingers into herself and reveled in the feeling. It’s not what she needed but it was definitely a good feeling. She pushed her fingers as far as they would go before pulling them back out. She steadily increased their pace while rubbing her clit between her thumb and index finger. She could feel her orgasm building. As she pushed her fingers in and squeezed her clit it pushed her over the edge and she drenched her fingers in her juices. She just sat there soaking in the post-orgasm euphoria. When she finally had the strength to move she looked at her watch and realized that she was about to be late for the training. She feared that all the seats outside of the view of the trainer would be taken and she would be forced to pretend to pay attention for three hours. She quickly got off the boxes, pulled down her skirt and scurried towards the door. She opened the door and causally walked out as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Elyse didn't see anyone so she believed she was in the clear.
I’m pretty sure at that point my mouth was wide open. She explained that she realized that she forgot to put her tights back on and hoped that no one found them while they were in the training. She didn’t mention what happened during the training and she was very unsure of what was about to happen next.