Ugh, I can't believe I have to sit here waiting in this long line. I guess I should be glad to be out of the house, but that doesn't need to be rehashed. Too many bad memories. Anyway, back to me in this long line. I thought this would be a quick trip in and out since I just needed to get a box of cookies from the bakery. It's a thank you for the ladies that work at the reception desk. They've been short staffed since the restart and people are not taking it easy on them. I'm not sure why people have to be such jerks when it's clear everything is being done as best as possible.

Like everyone in front and behind me, I had one eye on the line checking for movement and one eye in my phone. I just upgraded to the new software and was checking out some of the new additions when a message popped up. I opened it and immediately my eyes were the size of saucers. I was looking at Wren, a friend of mine. I couldn't see her whole face, but I saw enough of it to know it was her. She was in the shower holding the phone up so that you could see her whole body. A little bit of the front view and a little bit of the back. Needless to say, I was speechless. I made a quick glance around to make sure I was the only one seeing this and I was. I wasn't sure if she meant to send this to me or if it was a mistake. We've been friends for a while now, but nothing romantic developed. We shared the usual stories, some of our exploits and good jokes, but all in good nature. I didn't know how to respond. Surely, if it was by accident, I would somehow say something that would make it awkward forever. Before I could decide, the line started moving. I paid for my cookies and glanced at my watch. I had just enough time to make it before the ladies at the receptionist were swamped with silly people.

A short drive later, I walked into the office building. I work in the typical office. There was a waiting room with a receptionist desk as soon as you walked in with a dozen or so chairs just off to the right. I walked to the desk with the cookies behind my pack. A warm "Good Morning" to everyone and brought out my gift like a waiter at a fine dining establishment. They responding with a chorus of thank yous and fist pumps. I mean, who doesn't like sugary cookies to get the day started? I set the box down and walked down the corridor on the left towards the interior. It's a medium length hallway with a conference room on each side and opening up to the pit at the end. Well it wasn't pit moreso a Zoo. There were about a 100 cubicles filling the room, each equipped the standard equipment, a computer, phone and chair. Some chose to decorate theirs with pieces of flare and family pictures, other left them bare. The walls were fairly tall, I'd guess maybe six feet. The belief was, the more you decorate, the longer you were committing to being there. I am one of the bare cubicle people. It's not the job I envisioned after graduating, but it was something that paid the bills. I had my goals set and this was just a way to get there. I sat down in my chair and looked at my computer. It was then that I remembered the picture from earlier. I pulled out my phone, did the cursory glance to the cubicle opening, and opened the message. Wow, was all I could think. I decided to respond. What am I going to say? I could just saw wow since it was genuinely what I was thinking. I started typing. A voice rudely interrupted my budding poetry of a response. "You're going to be late for the presentation and have to sit in the front!" It was Wren. Oh I forgot to mention, we work together. Before I could say anything she turned to leave, looking back only to make sure I was following.

We walked down another, but longer hallway to the presentation room. Imagine an old school movie theater before they all switched to stadium seating. The room could fit, 150 or so people. The chairs weren't the most comfortable. They were 90's style burgundy wrapping something you could call padding. We made our way towards the back, but it was filling up quickly. Luckily we grabbed a pair of seats at the end of the room about halfway back. At the front of the room was a raised stage and a lectern on the far left. Wren was sitting on the inside chair and I on the outside. We both looked around and everyone had the same look that I felt. I knew this would be a long boring beginning of the year speech with a bunch of charts and graphics the company mistakenly believed we care about. Like, a chart with a green arrow pointing up, would entice us to work harder to make them more money.

The speaker took to the stage and the crowd's chatter descended to silence. While no one cared, they surely were not going to draw the rebuke of the company head that just walked across the stage to the lectern. He started talking. Something about perseverance and the bright future. Immediately, I tuned him out and settled in for the long haul. I looked over to Wren and thought about this morning's message. She looked good in her blue jeans and dark purple blouse. I would not have imagined she was hiding the body in the picture below that though. Truly stealthy. I must have been staring, because she turned to me and gave me an elbow. Not that her elbow really had far to travel given how tightly the seats were packed. Earth to Zak, she whispered. She wondered why I was staring. I have never been good at thinking fast and whispered back, Why do you think? She gave a little shrug. How about because of that message you sent earlier? Again, she gave a confused face. I guess it was an accident. Well now wasn't the time to bust out a shower pic so I will wait until this is over. Thinking about the image brought some tightness to my pants though.

The lights dimmed and I sat back in my chair, here comes the charts and videos. Dare I take a nap? would I have a choice after the sugar rush wore off? I was right. The projection screen launched right into a video of the company and its past. Somewhere between "Our cherished history" and "This is what we want to bring to the new year" I felt a hand on my left thigh. Well almost on my thigh, but most of it was resting on my previously semi-hardon. It was rapid gaining size and straining against the invader. I turn slowly, with my second shocked face of the morning, looked at Wren. She, did not look my way however. She kept her eyes straight forward. Her hand started to squeeze and slowly move back and forth. Not a full on stroke, just a slight back and forth. This would have been a welcomed tease, but she had a hold of both the shaft and increasingly sensitive head. With the shower scene fresh in my memory, I knew this would be trouble. I reached down to casually move her hand. As my hand touched hers, she squeezed. It wasn't a gentle squeeze this time. I glanced over to her and she subtly shook her head side to side. I'm not sure what came over me, but I just sat there. The squeeze loosened and she began the slow movements again. Here I was in the middle of a company presentation, getting essentially a handjob from a person who as of this morning was a friend with no thoughts of benefits! I tried to think of anything that what was happening inches below. I even, gasp, tried to read the end of year graphics on the screen. Nothing I did was working. My mine bounced back and forth from her naked body to her slow motions on my head and shaft. Her pace remained steady, but I felt my heart racing. The back and forth, pulling and squeezing was making my head spin. I hadn't been with anyone in a bit and it was getting harder to hold back. I knew I couldn't make a sound or I'd have a lot of explaining to do. I don't know why I couldn't bring myself to take her hand off my member. What was that? She squeezed a little harder and made the tugging motion more deliberate. I looked at her with a panicked face. Hopefully no one could see the worry. The lights were so dim they might as well have been off, so I know I was at least secure in my predicament. This time Wren look at me, but with a sly smile she turned and looked back to the stage. Almost as soon as she turned, I my balls tightened and my eyes involuntarily shut. I did everything I could to avoid making a noise. I was dead silent as I erupted. I felt the cum rising from my balls and pulsing through the shaft. Spurt after spurt gushed out of my swollen head and into my pants. Since it had been a while since anyone other than myself, it was very intense. I came more than I had in a long time. Wren slowly released her grip and placed her hand back in her lap. I just sat there in complete disbelief. What the hell just happened? What's come over Wren? What about me? What about this gooey load in my pants?