I used my workplace Secret Santa as an opportunity to show my colleague my boobs (PART 2)

I have a development! It’s well worth sharing. If you haven’t read Part 1, please do below, and re-join me in a minute.

Caught up? Let’s dive in. Before I get started, thanks to the Redditor who very amusingly named, in the top comment of Part 1, as ‘Jugs on a Mug’. That made me laugh so much.

So, finally, I saw my colleague today. I’d been unsure of where to go with this. THIS is how things went down.

He and I were alone today, only briefly, and I asked him, “drinking a lot of coffee lately?”

I blushed when he responded, “oh, more than ever.”

I asked if he’d enjoyed his coffee more than ever. We went back and forth with a lot of flirting. I wondered who’d break first. It turns out I did.

I didn’t want the opportunity to pass and with the risk of other colleagues coming into the room and the topic dying off (I felt he may be too shy to all out admit anything more), I HAD to be forward.

“I have some great holiday photos I can share with you, btw!” I smiled.

Swiping through pics, I showed some nature pics from a recent winter sun pic. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I must’ve swiped through a tonne of pictures. My heart raced. Getting to the very end of the folder.

I had a plan.

As I got to the very end, my palms were sweaty while his interest on my phone screen remained. I sensed he felt it was genuine, scrolling through holiday pics.

“What about this one?” I held the phone a little closer.

One more swipe, and we were there. THE picture that I’d had put onto the heat mug. The pair of tits that showed up each time he poured hot coffee into it. If he was smart.

I looked him in the eyes. His mouth opened. 4-5 seconds, that felt like an eternity, and I swiped forward to another palm tree photo.

“Now you know.” I said, feeling powerful AF.

“Omfg, so that was legit.” He grinned.

Yeah, I confessed it all. I joked I’d ‘verified’ my tits. He took a deep breath and looked up for a second.

“Can I see it again?” was a comment that really added to the lust-fuelled tension.

I agreed on ONE condition. If he confessed if he’d masturbated to it.

He laughed hard, initially gritting his teeth and shaking his head, before quickly joking, “yeah, fine, I did.”

I giggled, adding, “KNEW IT!”

I was beginning to get really fucking wet by this point. I watched him adjust himself down below.

Instincts told me to sit him down and suck his dick until he surrendered every drop of cum that he had down my capable throat. We paused, and that pause lasted probably 10 seconds.

A colleague came in frantically looking for something. I’ve never jumped so damn hard.

We looked, with him visible sweating on the forehead. The colleague, in rush to look for things, had in theory; cockblocked him, deprived me of giving a top tier BJ, BUT, created a fun opportunity.

“How many times?” I said, open eyed.

The colleague had nothing on their radar. He took his time, mouthing something. I pretended I didn’t hear (I actually didn’t).

His final response was, “I’ve lost count.”

He was called to something, and I had to look busy. With wet panties, I didn’t manage to do anything until I got home, where I played with my vibrator and came twice in quick succession to the thought of him cumming to my tits.