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SilyconBond 53M
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2/14/2021 9:17 pm

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The Weather Monkey Wrench


I had a good workout with Gary on Thursday morning. I was surprised see him at my gym. We didn’t talk much. Just made plans for Friday morning. He is behaving oddly. I’m not sure if he believes me; I am not angry at him. I’m not even mad at Susan anymore. I have other problems, other drama.
So, the forecast looked grim, so I had accelerate my project so everyone wouldn’t have come in on Monday. I worked long into Thursday and did everything I had to finish for Monday, done on Friday. I texted the neighbor once. We made plans for Friday night, but I had to cancel. Work went long. Not her fault.
I was sitting in my office at seven pm on Friday night, writing emails when I got a from her.
“Plans for Saturday?” She asked.
“Walking a Saturday night for a friend. Wanna go for a walk?” I asked.
“I was thinking more of something stay at home like.” She said.
“Well, my friend lives two blocks away from you, so it wouldn’t take long. His gets depressed when he’s out of town. So the walks help.” I said.
“What are you doing right now?” She asked.
“Starving. Writing emails. Thinking of having something delivered to my office.” I said.
“I could pick up something for you, bring it over to your office.” She said.
“Don’t you think you should stay at home? The roads are clearer tonight, but they could get worse at any moment.” I said.
‘Where is it?” She asked.
“About fifteen miles away from your house, south on the interstate, left on Howard,” I said.
“Near my work?” She asked. Then she gave her work address, half a block away from mine.
I told her my office address. Then I told her I wanted three crunchy tacos from Taco Bell. Unlikely, I would get any take out for the next couple of weeks. I’ve been following my meal plan pretty well.
I rushed to get my emails done. No one else was in the office, and because of COVID, unlikely for anyone to show up after hours. When she texted me she was downstairs, I bounded from my laptop to badge her in.
I was so happy to see food that I pulled her into me and kissed her. After that, I took the bag and started walking upstairs. I remembered I hadn’t kissed her before. Damn, I was tired. She was quiet as I walked her to the office space. I grabbed my laptop, the food, my water, and a bottle for her. I took her to a conference room with a more oversized table.
“You work here?” She asked.
“Not often. I like to stay near the customer at his place. Our machines are there. My guys work there.” I said.
“It’s nice. Nicer than my office.” She said. She was twisting her shirt into fists on her middle. She looked skittish. I laid out the food, and we talked. It only took me a few minutes to eat. I felt tired and full. I was ready to head home. She kept looking around the room. Not really concentrating on anything.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Nervous.” She said.
“Oh, I see. Well, let’s do a little role play.” I said.
“What do you have in mind?” She asks.
“Yes, let me be a realtor selling this office space, and you be a potential buyer?” I said.
“Are you a realtor? ****** was very vague on what you did.” She said.
“Nope, but this is play. Ready?”
“I guess so.” She said.
I stood up, took her by the hand, led her to the front of the office space towards the other entrance. “Stand here. Your name is Cathy Higgins. Remember, you are in the market for a new office. Got it?” I said. She nodded.
I walked away from her about twenty feet, adjusted my clothes, tightened my belt, breathed into my hand. Taco breath, great.
I turned around, smiled with no teeth, and walked briskly to her. I held out my hand to shake her hand.
“Welcome, Cathy, I’m so glad you made it. I’m *****, and thank you for selecting Schemer, Sneaker, and Sneak realtors for showing this office space to you today.” I said. I took her hand with both of mine and shook them from side to side instead of up and down vigorously.
“Hi, *****.” She smiled.
“Before we begin, please step up to the Zombie detector for a reading. It’s touchless, and in this day and age, we can’t be too careful.” I said and pulled her a few feet. I had her stand on the five dots and faced her towards the thermometer.
“Isn’t this a thermometer for COVID?” She asked. It read 98.3, “State of the art zombie detector, looks like you are mostly human, at least 98.3 percent human. I can’t tell you how glad that makes me not have to worry about you eating my brain. Now, you can tell by the blue décor that this is a calming environment. The floors have been freshly cleaned from the last attack. Luckily they all died before getting to the carpet.”
“Zombie attack?” She asked.
“Oh, heavens no, rabid raccoons, luckily we were prepared. This appliance comes with the office, so you won’t have to buy a new one. You can tell by the dents in the door it was instrumental. “I motioned her towards the refrigerator.
“Huh? What?” She said.
I placed her near the refrigerator door. “You see, The manager came around this corner covered in three crazy raccoons, trying to bite his face off and eat through his stomach. His employee used this appliance to beat the things off him. I demonstrated this by opening the door and getting it close to her face.
“Of course, one or two whacks would have been enough, but his employee was very thorough and beat the man until he fell down.”
She snickered. I pulled her into the carpeted area. “Here, you see about fifty desks for your employees to do their work. Internet, extra monitors, and, just in case, convenient placement of the desk legs so one could shackle the employee to his station. We can supply those for a small extra cost.” I said.
I pulled her into the nearest conference room. “And here we have what I like to the meeting room sauna. Picture this, your department has twenty people, but this seats sixteen, so those guys that sleep in meetings will have stand up. Everywhere else in the whole space runs cold, except this room with twenty bodies. We do have wifi here, except at the four seats upfront, you know, like where the presenter would need hook up. “
She was really laughing now. Room by room, I embellished, told outright lies, till we got to my boss’s boss's office. Took about thirty minutes. I sat her in his chair. “From here, you can see absolutely nothing going on in the rest of the office except the timed lights going on and off above the frosted portion of the glass in front of you. It was designed to give him privacy, but unfortunately, it has the thinnest walls, and all calls made in this room are broadcast fifty feet away from it. Now, for a cool six hundred grand, all this could be yours. What do you think?” I asked.
“How come there are no pictures on any of the desks, even this one?” She asks.
“Desks are first come, first used. No assigned desks, but people are creatures of habit. I can point to any desk and know who will sit there. They always choose the same ones, including me. I chose the one closest to the six thousand dollar coffee machine and bathrooms. Others chose to be near other people or window.” I said.
She placed her elbows on the desk in front of her and entwined her fingers.
“So no one comes here at night?” She asked.
“It’s unlikely. Sometimes, but it's rare one of my guys would.” I said.
She nodded, then asked, “Why did you kiss me earlier?”
“I wanted to is all. I won’t take it back.” I said and tilted my head up.
“How many women have you brought up here?” She asked.
I said nothing, just looked at her. I half-smiled. Where was she going with this?
She got up, walked closer to me, “I liked it.” She said.
“I take checks, make it out to me.” I said.
“I mean, I liked the kiss.” She said as she eased towards me.
I lifted her head with a finger to her chin. I looked into her eyes. No nervousness now, a look of anticipation instead. Her nose fit her; I liked it. I wish I had thought of a breath mint as I bent my head down to kiss her again.
An hour later, I’m sitting in the chair with my pants on the floor next to my shoes. Her pants were under the desk with her panties. She is sitting on my lap, her arm around my neck, nuzzled into my shoulder.
I had no idea what she was thinking. The office was so dark outside this room. For me, the sex was pretty good. I think she orgasmed more than once, but she could have faked them. I kept wondering at what point did I cross the threshold for her to behave this way. Was it really the kiss? It didn't seem possible.
How come when I get sex like this, I want more of it? I realized then, I’m never sated. Most people I know fall into four categories; those that love power, those that love vanity, those that love materialistic things, and me. The guy who loves sex so much he can’t ever be satisfied. Why was I born this way?
“My body feels like jelly. Can you come back to my house for the night?” She asks.
“I have to walk a tonight and tomorrow, but sure. I can’t stay past Sunday morning.” I said.
“What makes you think I’ll let you stay till Sunday?” She says.
I pinched her tit. That trap didn’t deserve an answer. “Get up, the sooner….Holy Crap!” The lights in the rest of the office were turned on after a door slammed. Someone else was in the office. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
“What’s the matter?” She asks.
“Get under the desk. Quick. Quick!” I motioned her and threw my shoes and pants under the desk.
She did, and I pushed her under more and sat in the desk chair. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I said as I scrunched up closer to the desk.
“Oh, it's you. I saw your laptop out there. Glad I caught you. How’d it go?” my direct manager said.
“Everything is moved. The ice on the flatbed caused some delay, but I worked around it. Why are you here so late?” I asked. I could see my reflection in the glass in front of me. I looked tired.
“Korean conference call at the site. They wanted an update on the project and gave us another to do on week eight. I needed a printout before I headed home.” He said.
She pulled on my dick. I could see my eyes get more prominent in the reflection. I could feel her body shaking in laughter against my legs as she kept tugging.
“When are you going home?” He asked.
“Soon. Something came up, and I needed to think.” I said. My dick grew as she stroked it. Damn it.
“Go soon. The weather is getting worse. One last thing, you saved our asses, stepping up the way you did. If this thing comes in on time, most of it will be because of the good work you did.” He said. I tried to say 'thank you,' but if I opened my mouth, a groan would come out. She hit her head on the desk, trying to get closer to my dick. FUCK!
“Hit my knee. Thanks. It meeeeans a lot to me you telling me that.” I said. She yanked way too hard.
“Have a good night.” He said.
“You too.” I said. He turned and left the freaking door open. She had found the switch to raise the desk. It could move all the way up so you could work standing. The problem was, it lifted the front of the desk too. I moved my hand to the switch and pulled her finger off it. He couldn’t see me, so I knelt down and whispered. “Give me my pants.” She laughed at me. “Shhh!” I said.
I heard the printer. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
She had enough room for her head, and she started giving me head. I stopped thinking. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on. This wasn’t fair. I would last a long time after I’ve already cum. I could feel her giggle on the back of her tongue.
The door slammed. Hopefully, it meant my manager left. I looked below the desk. She wasn’t dressed, still.
I got off the chair and away. I closed the door as she raised up from under the desk.
“I have another condom in the car.” She says.
“No. Time to go. What were you thinking?” I asked.
“You took advantage of me. I wanted to do the same. Jesus, that was so much fun. I’ve always wanted to do that. I’ve never had sex in an office before. Would he fire you if he knew?” She asked.
“No, but I need him to think I am behaving like the model employee he thinks I am. Last year was a lot of drama.” I said.
She nodded as if she knew. She had no idea. We got dressed, picked up the trash in the conference room. We left. Saturday is another story.

SilyconBond 53M
148 posts
2/14/2021 9:18 pm

The Weather Monkey Wrench
I had a good workout with Gary on Thursday morning. I was surprised to see him at my gym. We didn’t talk much. Just made plans for Friday morning. He is behaving oddly. I’m not sure if he believes me; I am not angry at him. I’m not even mad at Susan anymore. I have other problems, other drama.
So, the forecast looked grim, so I had to accelerate my project so everyone wouldn’t have to come in on Monday. I worked long into Thursday and did everything I had to finish for Monday, done on Friday. I texted the neighbor once. We made plans for Friday night, but I had to cancel. Work went long. Not her fault.
I was sitting in my office at seven pm on Friday night, writing emails when I got a call from her.
“Plans for Saturday?” She asked.
“Walking a dog Saturday night for a friend. Wanna go for a walk?” I asked.
“I was thinking more of something stay at home like.” She said.
“Well, my friend lives two blocks away from you, so it wouldn’t take long. His dog gets depressed when he’s out of town. So the walks help.” I said.
“What are you doing right now?” She asked.
“Starving. Writing emails. Thinking of having something delivered to my office.” I said.
“I could pick up something for you, bring it over to your office.” She said.
“Don’t you think you should stay at home? The roads are clearer tonight, but they could get worse at any moment.” I said.
‘Where is it?” She asked.
“About fifteen miles away from your house, south on the interstate, left on Howard,” I said.
“Near my work?” She asked. Then she gave her work address, half a block away from mine.
I told her my office address. Then I told her I wanted three crunchy tacos from Taco Bell. Unlikely, I would get any take out for the next couple of weeks. I’ve been following my meal plan pretty well.
I rushed to get my emails done. No one else was in the office, and because of COVID, unlikely for anyone to show up after hours. When she texted me she was downstairs, I bounded from my laptop to badge her in.
I was so happy to see food that I pulled her into me and kissed her. After that, I took the bag and started walking upstairs. I remembered I hadn’t kissed her before. Damn, I was tired. She was quiet as I walked her to the office space. I grabbed my laptop, the food, my water, and a bottle for her. I took her to a conference room with a more oversized table.
“You work here?” She asked.
“Not often. I like to stay near the customer at his place. Our machines are there. My guys work there.” I said.
“It’s nice. Nicer than my office.” She said. She was twisting her shirt into fists on her middle. She looked skittish. I laid out the food, and we talked. It only took me a few minutes to eat. I felt tired and full. I was ready to head home. She kept looking around the room. Not really concentrating on anything.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Nervous.” She said.
“Oh, I see. Well, let’s do a little role play.” I said.
“What do you have in mind?” She asks.
“Yes, let me be a realtor selling this office space, and you be a potential buyer?” I said.
“Are you a realtor? ****** was very vague on what you did.” She said.
“Nope, but this is play. Ready?”
“I guess so.” She said.
I stood up, took her by the hand, led her to the front of the office space towards the other entrance. “Stand here. Your name is Cathy Higgins. Remember, you are in the market for a new office. Got it?” I said. She nodded.
I walked away from her about twenty feet, adjusted my clothes, tightened my belt, breathed into my hand. Taco breath, great.
I turned around, smiled with no teeth, and walked briskly to her. I held out my hand to shake her hand.
“Welcome, Cathy, I’m so glad you made it. I’m *****, and thank you for selecting Schemer, Sneaker, and Sneak realtors for showing this office space to you today.” I said. I took her hand with both of mine and shook them from side to side instead of up and down vigorously.
“Hi, *****.” She smiled.
“Before we begin, please step up to the Zombie detector for a reading. It’s touchless, and in this day and age, we can’t be too careful.” I said and pulled her a few feet. I had her stand on the five dots and faced her towards the thermometer.
“Isn’t this a thermometer for COVID?” She asked. It read 98.3, “State of the art zombie detector, looks like you are mostly human, at least 98.3 percent human. I can’t tell you how glad that makes me not have to worry about you eating my brain. Now, you can tell by the blue décor that this is a calming environment. The floors have been freshly cleaned from the last attack. Luckily they all died before getting to the carpet.”
“Zombie attack?” She asked.
“Oh, heavens no, rabid raccoons, luckily we were prepared. This appliance comes with the office, so you won’t have to buy a new one. You can tell by the dents in the door it was instrumental. “I motioned her towards the refrigerator.
“Huh? What?” She said.
I placed her near the refrigerator door. “You see, The manager came around this corner covered in three crazy raccoons, trying to bite his face off and eat through his stomach. His employee used this appliance to beat the things off him. I demonstrated this by opening the door and getting it close to her face.
“Of course, one or two whacks would have been enough, but his employee was very thorough and beat the man until he fell down.”
She snickered. I pulled her into the carpeted area. “Here, you see about fifty desks for your employees to do their work. Internet, extra monitors, and, just in case, convenient placement of the desk legs so one could shackle the employee to his station. We can supply those for a small extra cost.” I said.
I pulled her into the nearest conference room. “And here we have what I like to call the meeting room sauna. Picture this, your department has twenty people, but this seats sixteen, so those guys that sleep in meetings will have to stand up. Everywhere else in the whole space runs cold, except this room with twenty bodies. We do have wifi here, except at the four seats upfront, you know, like where the presenter would need to hook up. “
She was really laughing now. Room by room, I embellished, told outright lies, till we got to my boss’s boss's office. Took about thirty minutes. I sat her in his chair. “From here, you can see absolutely nothing going on in the rest of the office except the timed lights going on and off above the frosted portion of the glass in front of you. It was designed to give him privacy, but unfortunately, it has the thinnest walls, and all calls made in this room are broadcast fifty feet away from it. Now, for a cool six hundred grand, all this could be yours. What do you think?” I asked.
“How come there are no pictures on any of the desks, even this one?” She asks.
“Desks are first come, first used. No assigned desks, but people are creatures of habit. I can point to any desk and know who will sit there. They always choose the same ones, including me. I chose the one closest to the six thousand dollar coffee machine and bathrooms. Others chose to be near other people or window.” I said.
She placed her elbows on the desk in front of her and entwined her fingers.
“So no one comes here at night?” She asked.
“It’s unlikely. Sometimes, but it's rare one of my guys would.” I said.
She nodded, then asked, “Why did you kiss me earlier?”
“I wanted to is all. I won’t take it back.” I said and tilted my head up.
“How many women have you brought up here?” She asked.
I said nothing, just looked at her. I half-smiled. Where was she going with this?
She got up, walked closer to me, “I liked it.” She said.
“I take checks, make it out to me.” I said.
“I mean, I liked the kiss.” She said as she eased towards me.
I lifted her head with a finger to her chin. I looked into her eyes. No nervousness now, a look of anticipation instead. Her nose fit her; I liked it. I wish I had thought of a breath mint as I bent my head down to kiss her again.
An hour later, I’m sitting in the chair with my pants on the floor next to my shoes. Her pants were under the desk with her panties. She is sitting on my lap, her arm around my neck, nuzzled into my shoulder.
I had no idea what she was thinking. The office was so dark outside this room. For me, the sex was pretty good. I think she orgasmed more than once, but she could have faked them. I kept wondering at what point did I cross the threshold for her to behave this way. Was it really the kiss? It didn't seem possible.
How come when I get sex like this, I want more of it? I realized then, I’m never sated. Most people I know fall into four categories; those that love power, those that love vanity, those that love materialistic things, and me. The guy who loves sex so much he can’t ever be satisfied. Why was I born this way?
“My body feels like jelly. Can you come back to my house for the night?” She asks.
“I have to walk a dog tonight and tomorrow, but sure. I can’t stay past Sunday morning.” I said.
“What makes you think I’ll let you stay till Sunday?” She says.
I pinched her tit. That trap didn’t deserve an answer. “Get up, the sooner….Holy Crap!” The lights in the rest of the office were turned on after a door slammed. Someone else was in the office. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
“What’s the matter?” She asks.
“Get under the desk. Quick. Quick!” I motioned her and threw my shoes and pants under the desk.
She did, and I pushed her under more and sat in the desk chair. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I said as I scrunched up closer to the desk.
“Oh, it's you. I saw your laptop out there. Glad I caught you. How’d it go?” my direct manager said.
“Everything is moved. The ice on the flatbed caused some delay, but I worked around it. Why are you here so late?” I asked. I could see my reflection in the glass in front of me. I looked tired.
“Korean conference call at the site. They wanted an update on the project and gave us another to do on week eight. I needed a printout before I headed home.” He said.
She pulled on my dick. I could see my eyes get more prominent in the reflection. I could feel her body shaking in laughter against my legs as she kept tugging.
“When are you going home?” He asked.
“Soon. Something came up, and I needed to think.” I said. My dick grew as she stroked it. Damn it.
“Go soon. The weather is getting worse. One last thing, you saved our asses, stepping up the way you did. If this thing comes in on time, most of it will be because of the good work you did.” He said. I tried to say 'thank you,' but if I opened my mouth, a groan would come out. She hit her head on the desk, trying to get closer to my dick. FUCK!
“Hit my knee. Thanks. It meeeeans a lot to me you telling me that.” I said. She yanked way too hard.
“Have a good night.” He said.
“You too.” I said. He turned and left the freaking door open. She had found the switch to raise the desk. It could move all the way up so you could work standing. The problem was, it lifted the front of the desk too. I moved my hand to the switch and pulled her finger off it. He couldn’t see me, so I knelt down and whispered. “Give me my pants.” She laughed at me. “Shhh!” I said.
I heard the printer. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
She had enough room for her head, and she started giving me head. I stopped thinking. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on. This wasn’t fair. I would last a long time after I’ve already cum. I could feel her giggle on the back of her tongue.
The door slammed. Hopefully, it meant my manager left. I looked below the desk. She wasn’t dressed, still.
I got off the chair and away. I closed the door as she raised up from under the desk.
“I have another condom in the car.” She says.
“No. Time to go. What were you thinking?” I asked.
“You took advantage of me. I wanted to do the same. Jesus, that was so much fun. I’ve always wanted to do that. I’ve never had sex in an office before. Would he fire you if he knew?” She asked.
“No, but I need him to think I am behaving like the model employee he thinks I am. Last year was a lot of drama.” I said.
She nodded as if she knew. She had no idea. We got dressed, picked up the trash in the conference room. We left. Saturday is another story.


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