I sat there in utter shock. Wren, my unassuming friend, had just made blow the load of the century into my pants during a work meeting. And worst of it, I let her do it. I couldn't stop her. I had to do something, I couldn't let the cum soak in since I still had a whole day of work to do and the presentation looked like it still had a ways to go.

I quietly got up from my seat and made my way to the exit. Hopefully the dark spot the size of Texas was not visible in the low light. Once clear, I power-walked to the nearest bathroom. I looked around to come up with some sort of a plan. I had a brief flashback to the 1st grade. I suppose it was a similar situation, but that time I pee'd my pants. I still ended up in the bathroom worried about what to do. Fortunately for me time and technology were on my side. I dropped my pants and took them to the sink. I ran some "hot" water over the soiled crotch and thigh. Have you ever noticed public/work hot water taps are never really hot? Just some degree of warm that apparently meets whatever acceptable standard. After the hot water, I squeezed out as much of the water as I could and proceeded to the Turbo Blower Deluxe dryer hanging on the wall. The thing sounded like a small jet fighter but it blows. I chuckled at blows. You never get too old or too uncomfortable to laugh at certain things. It took a bit longer than I would have liked, but eventually the pants were dry enough that it wasn't super noticeable. I mean, if you squatted and stared at my crotch making comparisons, I'm sure you could tell, but at that point you're just being a creep.

I went back into the presentation and back to my seat. I figured if any one noticed me gone, they would think I had the runs or something. I was ok with that risk if it meant I drew no further suspicion. The rest of the presentation went on without further…umm…interruptions. I looked over at Wren a couple of times, but she never looked my way. After the final speaker concluded, everyone started filing out of the room. Being at the end of the row, I didn't have an opportunity to stop and talk to Wren. I'm also not sure what exactly I would say either. I kept pace with the ranks as everyone made their way back to the cubicles. Once the herd thinned out a bit, I turned to confront Wren, but she was not behind me. I don't know where she disappeared to, but it was like when Commissioner Gordon goes to say something to Batman and he's already vanished.

I had a lot of work to do so I didn't have time to go on a search. Wren's cubicle was on the other side of the office. Sitting down in my chair, I started to hammer away at the mountain that is my inbox. Not before long, lunch time rolled around. Wren and I usually grabbed something to eat at one of the places nearby. Walking around to Wren's cubicle, I noticed a lot of people decided to work through lunch. I guess they had just as much to do as me and that long presentation didn't help matters. Turns out Wren was no different. She was on the phone when I peaked into her area. She turned and looked at me. There was no recognition of the earlier events, she just shook her head and pointed to her own mountain of work. I got the hint, she wasn't heading out to lunch. I decided to make a quick run, grab a sandwich or something and eat at my desk.

I settled on a ham, cheddar and swiss from the bakery around the corner. It was in walking distance and quick. When I got back I devoured the sandwich. I don't know why I was so hungry, but it was exactly what I needed. Wiping the crumbs from my shirt, I leaned back to take in the mornings events. The meeting lasted two hours, but the first 15 minutes seemed like they lasted longer than the whole thing. I could feel some blood rushing as I relived the mixed bag of shock, fear and ecstasy. If I kept this up, I was going to have to sneak off to the bathroom. I decided now was not the time, but may if the mood struck later. The rest of the day sailed by. No interruptions, just good old fashioned productivity. When I was finished, I went over to see if Wren had been as productive as I had. I didn't see her or her things so I left for the day.

The next morning, I strolled into the office, waving and greeting the ladies at the front desk as usual. I don't know why, but I was in a overly energetic and excited mood. I was determined to talk to Wren and figure out what all of that was about yesterday. I didn't call or text her last night as I didn't want to come off as overly eager. But, I was definitely eager to get to the bottom of it. The message couldn't have been an accident. Causing an explosion of sperm in my pants in a crowded auditorium surely wasn't an accident either. Not saying the release wasn't great, just completely out of left field.

I didn't stop at my cubicle, but instead made a beeline to Wren's. I wasn't going to let anything get in my way. I turned the corner into her entryway. Empty. I took a long pause. I looked at the clock, 9:05 it read. Hmph. Wren is never late. It's against her code as she would say. She grew up in a military family so being early was on time, being on time was late and being late meant you better be dead. As I turned to leave, the supervisor walked by. "If you're looking for Wren, she won't be in today. She took a personal day." This just added to my questions. Did she do this on purpose? Is she avoiding me now? I realized these thoughts were kind of narcissistic and figured something just came up. With a shrug, I went to my desk. The day was mostly uneventful. The most thrilling things was someone cracking open a can of bad tuna or something and causing a 5 cubicle radius of gagging sounds. It was quite a hilarious moment for an otherwise boring day.

I left work that day with quite a bit less energy, but the same level of determination. Instead of a beeline to Wren's cubicle, I decided to head over to her apartment. I mean what are friends for if they don’t check to make sure you ok…right? We'd hung out at each other's places hundreds of times, so I'm sure it would be ok. She lived a large building not too far from the office and really not that far from me either. I'd say about 10 minutes in decent traffic. It was regular quitting time so there were a lot of people flowing into the building. The elevator was a bit crowded, but eventually it made its was to the 21st floor where Wren lived. I walked down towards the middle of the hallway. There were approximately 10 or so apartments on each side of the hall. I made it to 2115 and knocked firmly. As long as she answered, I was determined to get some answers. I waited for what seemed like forever. I was beginning to think she wasn't home when I heard the lock and the door opened slowly. Hey Wren we missed you tooo…I trailed off. Standing before me was Wren. But yet again, I was taken by surprised. She stood there in a black lace body suit and nothing else. The lace made an exquisite pattern than revealed her naked flesh beneath it, but hid the most important bits from sight. I clung snugly to her body extenuating her curves. She turn slightly sideways as she looked at me and I could see that the lace continued down the side and transitioned to thin strings that crossed back around her ass and between her legs to connect to the lace crotch. I had forgotten the whole reason I cam over here to begin with. Here I was standing in the hall, I'm sure with my mouth open, with a half-naked woman in front of me. I took a step to pull her into me as I stepped into my apartment. One of those moves where you bend the woman back, hold her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Just one thing, as I took that initial step, she stopped me with her left hand. At this point I was almost even with the door frame. Slightly confused, I looked to Wren's face for an answer. She looked back at me with another blank stare, when slowly her mouth formed a slight smile. Her left hand was still on my chest. She reached out with her right hand and grabbed my growing cock. She had it firm in her grasp and never broke eye contact. Impressive. Locking eyes she unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out into the warm open air. What the hell is going on, I thought. I'm still mostly in the hallway, but now a very prominent part of me is exposed for anyone that walked by to see. Its not something you would casually walk by with hope that it went unnoticed either. Her left hand moved up from my chest, just as she began stroking my cock with her right. It settled with her cupping my face and chin. Firmly, but not hard. She just held it with my face looking at hers. She stroked me faster and faster. I couldn't see, but it was as if her hand and been lubed in anticipation of this moment. It felt glorious however it happened. She stroked faster back and forth. Looking me in the eyes, she began to twist left and right as moved. This increased the pleasure way beyond anything I felt the day before. My cock felt as hard as I can ever remember it feeling. It felt as if it was straining against itself. Back and forth her hand went. Wren forced a break in our eye contact as she titled my head down to look at her chest. Her tits were spilling out of their laced cups with the flesh looking so very soft. I reached out to grab them, but she squeezed my cock hard and shook my head side to side. My hands immediately went back to my sides and she resumed her furious pace. I'm not sure how long it had been, but that familiar feeling was building. I couldn't hold it any longer and I shot a long stream of cum towards Wren's lace covered crotch and bare legs. I could see her tits and my cock pulsing in one view. The head grew and shrank as it propelled my cum in to the open air. My knees buckled slightly as the pleasure rushed through my body. I grabbed the door frame to keep from falling. Wren's pace never slowed. She continued to milk every last drop from my balls like it was her only purpose. My new record orgasm began to subside and I regained a little strength in my legs. Wren released my face and cock almost in unison. I looked up to see those eyes staring back and me and that smile still present. I started to stand up straight when she pushed me backwards with both of her arms. I thought I could hear a chuckle as I fell backwards. I did a combination of a stumble and fall as my still weakened knees did their best, but the floor and wall is what caught me. On my ass with my back against the wall and my shrinking cock laying on my pants, I looked up at saw the door close. I heard the latch lock. Fearing neighbors hearing the commotion or the elevator opening, I quickly tucked myself back into my pants and did my best to get up without much noise. I looked at the door again, 2115. I did not knock, I just walked back to the elevator. What the hell was going on.