After a ten-minute tour, I returned to the office and helped her off the bike. Again I fought the urge and lost, as another glimpse of her panties caused my cock to twitch. Following our ride, she seemed even more beautiful, with her face flushed with excitement and her blonde hair messy from the helmet. But what really caught my attention were her prominent nipples poking through her blouse. The ride must have pleasantly excited her, and her body responded in kind. Unfortunately for me, my cock was making a bulge in my pants, and I saw her glance at my crotch before looking away. For some reason, I felt embarrassed that she saw my arousal.
Returning to the office, we ate a quick lunch and went back to work. That’s when I realized the ride may have been a mistake. Immediately, gossip began circulating that Lisa and I had gone on a date and that there must be something more going on. It had not gone unnoticed that we spent almost every lunch hour together and that I had been giving her ‘after-hours’ attention. Trying to explain that we were discussing computer stuff was met with skepticism and snickers. Lisa was fine with the gossip because she knew it wasn’t true, but I had to worry about this kind of nonsense getting to the boss.
But I also had to deal with my churning emotions from our ride. The warmth of her arms wrapped around me, the feel of her breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt, and the ungodly sexiness of her panty-clad pubic mound were making me hornier than I’d felt in a long time. Also, her physical attributes combined with the fact that she was smart and so damned eager to please were all messing with my head. I needed some quick relief, which in retrospect, only compounded my mistake that day.
Checking around, I saw that both of the bathrooms were occupied. So I found an empty office at the very back of the building and settled in for a quick jerk off session. By this point, my cock was painfully trapped in my jeans, so I loosened my belt and unzipped my fly. With some effort, I was able to extract my stiff shaft without breaking it and let it stand tall. The cool air felt good against my hot skin, and I was tingling with anticipation.
My cockhead was already wet from pre-cum, so I used my hand to spread the lubricant over my penis. I closed my eyes and pictured Lisa as I began slowly stroking, savoring the feel of my hand on my shaft. I was so worked up that I knew this was going to be a quick orgasm. My mind kept focusing on the feel of her breasts and the groove of her panties pressed into her cleft, and I felt my balls tighten.
I started stroking faster, fully intending to shoot my load into the wad of paper towels I’d brought. Faster and faster, my fist moved as my orgasm danced ahead of me, just slightly out of reach. Then my mind recalled that she wanted to kiss me for the comment about her weight, and the thought of her soft lips put me over the edge. The orgasm hit so hard I never had time to grab the towels.
I felt the first spurt shoot with so much force that it hurt. I squeezed my cock tighter, and the second spurt of semen was just as strong as the first. I opened my eyes to see that both shots had hit the wall and were sliding down in thick trails. I continued to stroke, and the next few spurts landed on my jeans and the floor. Soon, as the orgasm passed, I was reduced to just dribbling cum where it oozed down my shaft and over my fingers. I felt tired and extremely satisfied.
I turned to grab the towels to clean up and froze. There at the open doorway stood Lisa looking at my still erect cock and the mess it had made. With eyes wide open, she held her hand to her mouth, staring in disbelief. Her face was beet red and I had no idea how long she’d been standing there. I’d been so wrapped up in my masturbatory fantasy that I’d never even heard the door open.
Before I could utter a word, she jerked herself backward and shut the door. “Oh fuck,” was all I could think to say.
I cleaned myself and the wall and returned to my desk. I looked around but didn’t see Lisa anywhere. I knew I had to speak with her, though I had no idea what to say. By the time I’d finished my work, I heard she had already left, so whatever words I planned to use would have to wait for the next day. Unfortunately, the next day would lead to the culmination of my motorcycle mistake.
I arrived early on Tuesday and when I finally caught up to Lisa she looked like she’d had a rough night. She was making coffee when I sidled up next to her.
“Hi, can we talk? I asked.
She startled at the sound of my voice, jumping, almost sloshing hot coffee on her hand.
“Not right now,” she replied. “I have typing to do and I’m not in the mood. My dad read me the riot act last night and I’m still upset. Maybe we can meet later for lunch?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you at noon.”
The morning dragged on, but soon I was able to grab my lunch sack and head out to the picnic area our office provided. No sign of Lisa yet, so I sat watching as other employees filled the remaining tables. The office buzz about Lisa and me was still humming, but I hoped that soon newer, juicier topics would take its place.
“Hi, Bill,” I heard a soft voice say.
I turned and saw that while I was people-watching, Lisa had come up from behind. She sat down and emptied her lunch sack of its apple and yogurt container.
“Hi Lisa, glad you could get away. I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. I should have been more careful and never let you see what I was doing.”
She didn’t answer at first. Instead, she concentrated on stirring her yogurt, making sure the fruit was well mixed. Finally, she looked up and surprised me with a big smile. Then without breaking eye contact, she stuck out her tongue and made a long slow lick of her yogurt spoon. My brain hiccupped and for a moment, I forgot what we were talking about.
“Yes, it was interesting, but we can talk about that in a bit? First, I want to talk about what happened when I told my dad I rode on your motorcycle.”
“Something happened? I mean, riding a bike for a short distance is no big deal, right?”
She frowned and dug out another spoonful of yogurt before holding it in the air and gesturing. “I didn’t think it was a big deal, which is why I told him about it. I thought it was pretty cool. But he was less than amused.”
“Why, what did he say?”
“He went on and on about how motorcycles are the devil’s playthings and that I risk going to hell if I give in to such temptations. He said that because you ride, you are a heathen and that I need to stay away from you. And now I’m grounded for a week.”
“A week, that’s harsh. You’re almost eighteen, how does that even work?”
“Believe me, it could have been a lot worse. He only gave me one week because we’d never spoken about motorcycles before. So he went easy on me. Grounding means that other than coming to work, I can’t leave the house or have friends visit. And I have to confess my sin to our priest.”
“Wow, I’m a heathen. I don’t know how to feel about that. But regardless, I’m sorry I asked you to ride and got you in trouble.”
“No big deal. The list of heathens is long, and you’re just one of many. The good news is that while I’m at work, I can just ignore him.”
She had finished her yogurt and started in on her apple. My sandwich was history and I was enjoying a banana. We only had a few minutes of our lunch period left.
“So,” I began, “about what you saw yesterday…”
She grinned and said, “What I saw yesterday, was my first real penis. Other than the pictures from health class and magazines, I don’t have anything to compare it against, but it appeared to be a very nice penis. I imagine your girlfriends are all happy with it?”
I cringed. The last thing I wanted to add to this conversation was my past love life. I’d just blown my load in front of this high school prom queen, and all she could say was I had a nice cock? Though in retrospect, what’s wrong with hearing I had a nice cock?
“Thanks, I think, for saying my penis is nice. That, coming from someone as beautiful as you, means a lot. But what about the other thing? The part where I ejaculated?”
Lisa smiled and then giggled. “That part was crazy! I mean, in school they tell you about the boy ejaculating, but they never tell you that it shoots out like a firehose. It was impressive. Is it always like that?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Did I really want to engage in a detailed dialog with a teenager about the different ways my cock shoots semen? Plus, my cock was stirring again, being so close to her as she munched her apple and talked about spurting penises.
Finally, I decided that telling her the truth was best. “The amount of ejaculation and the intensity varies based on a bunch of different things. But what you saw yesterday was at the high end of my range. I was overexcited, and my orgasm was much more intense than usual.
“So, why were you overexcited, especially at the office?”
I could see that she was not going to let me off the hook. It almost appeared as if she were toying with me. As I stared at her formulating a response, she stuck out her tongue and caught a juice drip hanging from her apple. Again my cock lurched.
“I’m not entirely sure,” I lied. “Maybe it was the motorcycle ride with you. I don’t often have passengers.”
“Or maybe it was because you looked up my dress twice and saw my panties?” she asked, smiling.
“Uh, er, well, maybe that had something to do with it,” I admitted. “You’re achingly beautiful, and I apologize for violating your trust.”
“What makes you think I didn’t want you to see?” she asked coyly. “I mean, I’m a cheerleader, I certainly didn’t need help stepping over something high.” With that, she giggled again and stood up. “Ready to go back inside?”
She wanted me to look up her skirt? She wanted me to see her underwear? My cock expanded again.
“Uh, I think I’ll sit for another minute or two and then go inside,” I replied.
As she walked past me, she glanced down at the lump in my pants and smirked.
“Well, be careful out here, you don’t want to shoot any birds off their perches!”
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