Just out of college I got a job in my hometown, in my field of study. It was a low-paying gig, but I got to work with a lot of great people around my age.
I grew particularly close with a girl named Alyx, who went to high school across town and graduated the same year as me. We didn't know each other before working together, but we became fast friends, since we often had to work alone on Sunday nights, and we had a similar sense of raunchy, horny humor.
We were both dating other people when we first met, but both relationships became rocky fairly quickly. She became single a couple of months before I did, and when news spread that I was recently single, our coworkers assumed Alyx and I would start dating.
Alyx and I joked about it, but neither one of us had the guts to make the move. It's not that I didn't find her attractive, but I wasn't pining for her either. This was also my first post-college job, and I wasn't sure I was ready to risk it all right out of the gate.
On the other hand our conversations got much spicier, especially when we were alone on Sunday evenings. They ramped up pretty swiftly, starting with "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit pent up lately" and graduating to "it's been a month, I need to get fucked immediately."
One Sunday night, Alyx started telling me about her recent masturbatory habits, how she'd bookend our solo shifts with her vibrator.
"I fire that thing up before I come in, so I don't say something that will get me in trouble with you, and then I have to go home and do it again anyway because of YOU!"
"Don't blame me," I replied. "Though, it turns me on knowing that I'm the reason you're burning through batteries."
"Shut up," she said, cackling. "I have plenty in my spank bank, I don't need to go giving you an ego."
"Riiiiiight. Keep telling yourself whatever you need to."
She looked over at me and smiled. "Maybe you're onto something," she quipped as she settled back into her desk.
My mind was running wild. I couldn't stop imaging Alyx on her bed, legs spread, her purple vibrator buzzing away on her clit. I knew it was purple because she'd shown me a photo of her bedside arsenal, and mentioned the purple one was her favorite.
"I could fuck her right now if I wanted to," I thought to myself. "No one is that open if they don't want to fuck."
But I didn't have the guts to try. I just sat there, red faced, my dick hard as a rock under my desk. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I didn't take care of it. So I got up from my desk and hightailed it to the mens room. I knew no one else was in the building and I would be uninterrupted.
I had nothing but my imagination, but that's all it needed. I closed my eyes and imagined Alyz in all her naked, orgasmic glory, and came into the toilet.
I must have looked disheveled because as soon as I came back, Alyx looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Uhhhh where were you? Are you ok?"
I threw all caution to the wind. "You got me fucked up, I had to go take care of business or I'd never get work done."
Her eyes got wide, she gave me another wry smile, and giggled. "Hey, at least now I know I'm not the only one."
My heart was about to beat out of my chest. She played it so much cooler than I could have. I started to giggle, and my face burned with redness.
"You're kidding me," I said with my voice quivering.
"Nope, I've got needs, no one was here, and I was bored."
"How often have you done it?"
"Not much. Before you started here, I did it maybe 3 or 4, but I've only done it once recently."
"Holy shit..." I said, trailing off. "That's so fucking hot."
Alyx popped up from her desk, smiling and red faced like me. "I'll be right back, myself."
"No fucking way, are you serious!?" I called after her.
"Shut up! Don't look at me!" she called out over her shoulder as she weaved through the cubicles.
Alyx came back a little later, smiling from ear to ear, cheeks still flushed with pink. From embarrassment or orgasm, I couldn't assume, but it was hot either way.
She didn't say anything when she sat down. I didn't say anything. I clacked away at my keyboard when she muttered "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."
"No problem," I replied.
From there, all hell broke loose. Alyx and I were almost always on the Sunday shift together, so we would spend the weekdays working each other up. Sending texts whenever we masturbated at home. Flirting over lunch. Teasing in the hallways.
And then on Sundays we'd go to town on ourselves in our respective bathrooms. We didn't have a system, there was no rhyme or reason. Sometimes we'd get into the building and give each other the nod. Other times it would be near the end of the shift.
Most times we made it about 2 hours into the shift. We would continue the banter, we'd flirt and work each other up, and let the tension build. Eventually one of us would stand up.
"Is it time?"
"Yes it is!"
We'd scamper off, giggling like school kids the whole way. She would note the bulge starting to form under my slacks and tease me about it.
"Oh looks like someone is nice and thick today!"
"Like you aren't dripping under there..."
"Oh I am, but you just can't tell."
We had a pretty good system, and more often than not, we'd exit the restrooms at exactly the same time, high fiving on the way back to our desks. Satisfied and happy!
A few times toward the end she would moan loud enough for me to hear through the walls. It always made cum harder and faster.
After she nailed down a new job about 5 hours away, we joked about how we had to go back to sad solo sessions, and floated the idea that maybe we could have phone or video sex once she was settled in. While that never happened, she did have one last surprise in store for me.
On our last Sunday together, we were well into our usual horny routine, when she said "Ok, let's get in there!"
As we got up, Alyx sternly said "Make sure you take your phone."
I had no clue what was up her sleeve, and I couldn't fathom that we'd give phone sex a trial run in that situation. Instead, we split up to go to our bathrooms, and she stopped.
"Check your email."
I went into the stall and opened my email to see she had just sent me three pictures of her topless. She was brightly lit against a stark black background. It looked like she'd taken them recently.
I let out an involuntary "holy fuck" as I rushed into the stall. I didn't bother locking it, as I knew she was the only other person in the building.
I unzipped and pulled out my throbbing cock. I swiped across the 3 photos constantly, crippled by indecision on which was my favorite. I felt my orgasm start to build up when I was brought back to reality by someone calling my name.
My heart raced, my ears burned red hot, and I was convinced that I had just been caught, dick in hand.
Instead, I quickly realized what was happening. Alyx was moaning my name. While I'd heard her pleasures before, she'd never been specific. She was masturbating to the thought of me.
I got back into it, finally settling on the most well-lit photo of hers, concentrating on her perfect pink nipples.
Alyx moaned my name again. "Fuck me...fuck me just like that. You know you want to fuck me."
I lost all control and came so hard my knees started to buckle. Rope after rope shot out of me and into the toilet.
I made some half hearted attempt at putting myself back together and walked out. Alyx was standing there and she high fived me again, but our hand lingered together.
She had a funny look on her face, and then she just blurted out "I didn't wash my hands."
We both burst out laughing, falling into a hug.
"I'm going to miss this," I said to her.
"I am too, but if you come visit me, maybe we can take things a little further."
I never got to visit her, at least not while she was single, so we never played together like that again, but it's one of my great professional memories.
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