She disappeared inside the building and I was left with the few remaining stragglers. What the fuck just happened, I wondered. Why was she coming on to me and so laid back about seeing me jerk off? Whatever was going on, I needed to step carefully in the future.
Thankfully, the rest of the day was uneventful. I was focused on finishing a new piece of code, and the boss had Lisa reorganizing a storage closet. Around five o’clock, she stopped by my desk on her way home.
“Hey there,” she said. “Working late tonight?”
“Hi Lisa, yep, I’m determined to finish this task before I leave. Wish me luck.”
“Well, good luck. And if you get bored and start thinking about me, use these to protect the walls”
I saw her toss a package on my desk. The label read ‘Super-Absorbent Towels – Guaranteed to soak up the messiest spills!’
“Very funny,” I replied. “Everyone thinks they’re a comic.”
She leaned close to me and whispered, “Well, let’s just say, I don’t mind if you think about me.” And with that, she walked away.
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I managed to get through the next few weeks without getting Lisa in any further trouble or spilling any more of my bodily fluids. The whole office was busy on various projects, trying to wrap things up before the upcoming long holiday break. Since July 4th fell on a Wednesday that year, the owner gave everyone Monday and Tuesday off to reward us for our labors.
We had made it to Friday and by midafternoon, most of the office was empty as folks left to get a start on their extended break. I was still hanging around, using the large conference room to diagram some new ideas on the large chalkboards. By five o’clock I appeared to be the only one left and figured it was time to head out. I took a few minutes to copy everything from the boards to a legal pad for safekeeping. It was never a good idea to leave stuff on a chalkboard expecting it to still be there the next day.
I was halfway through erasing the largest board when I heard a voice.
“You almost finished with your eraser?”
I turned and saw Lisa in the doorway holding a large bucket overflowing with dirty chalk erasers. The office was filled with chalkboards, and once a week, Lisa had the mundane duty to take the erasers outside and bang them against the wall to knock the chalk dust loose. I guess the eraser I was using was the last for her to gather.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were still here,” I said. “I figured you were halfway to the beach by now.”
“No beach or bikinis for me. Going to the shore is another one of those activities my parents forbid. All those half-naked heathens walking around in public. No, I had a bunch of filing to do and some typing, and I’m just now getting to the erasers. Once these are clean, I can head out.”
“Okay, give me a minute to clean the rest of the boards.”
She sat in one of the chairs and watched me erase. I was moving fast and chalk dust was flying everywhere. My eraser was in dire need of cleaning for sure.
“Not sure if you noticed, but you have chalk dust all over your jeans,” she said, laughing.
I looked down and saw white, dusty smears on my pant legs and shoes.
“Crap, now I need something to clean my pants. I hate chalk. Maybe a wet towel ?”
She laughed again and said, “Probably not. Only a washing machine will help, I think. Your jeans are already a lost cause.”
I turned back to the board to finish erasing and felt something hard hit me on the ass. I twisted and looked down and saw a large white smudge on my ass cheek and a dirty eraser laying on the floor.
“What the heck, Lisa,” I grumped. “Wasn’t I dirty enough already?
She looked at me with wide-eyed innocence and said, “I have no idea what you mean. I’m just sitting here.”
Grumbling, I turned back to the board and just as I raised my eraser I felt another impact, this time right between the shoulder blades. I whirled around and saw another eraser on the floor. Looking up at Lisa, she had her eyes closed like she was napping, but she had the tiniest of smirks still on her lips.
Well, two can play at this game, I thought, and lobbed the eraser I was holding, hitting her on the shoulder. There was a puff of white dust, coating her blouse and a patch of her hair.
“Hey!” she yelled and jumped out of her seat. “I was just sitting here minding my own business. Now you’ve started a war!”
She dumped the entire bucket of dirty erasers on the table and picked one up in each hand. She moved quickly around the table, closing the distance between us. Before I could even react she pelted me with another eraser, hitting my hip, and then as she reached where I was standing she used the other eraser and patted it all over my chest like she was trying to clean it. A cloud of chalk dust filled the air and my nose, causing me to sneeze.
I ran to the table and grabbed several erasers, and then tried to get some distance between us. But goddamn, she was fast. Before I made it two feet, she blocked me and began pounding me on the back with a dirty eraser. I could hear her giggling nonstop, and I had to admit that anyone watching this would have considered it stupidly silly. I turned to face her and used my eraser to pepper her chest with chalk dust. Her lovely purple blouse was now blotted with white patches, and I just had to laugh at her appearance.
It’s hard to describe the mayhem that ensued, but it’s safe to say that we continued pounding each other with chalk for at least another few minutes. I was caught up in the silliness, and it was then I made my second mistake with her. As she leaned forward to pick up another eraser from the table, I noticed that the waistband at the back of her jeans had gapped open, providing me with a direct view of the top of her panty-clad ass. Without even thinking, I slipped my hand inside the gap and ran my palm over the smooth fabric of her underwear. I could feel the firmness of her ass cheeks and the warmth of her skin before coming to my senses and pulling my hand back out.
The entire event only lasted a few seconds, but the feeling of her was now indelibly burned into my brain. I held my breath waiting for her to yell at me or something, but she never even seemed to notice. Instead, she turned and continued hitting me with chalk dust. I started to back up, wanting the game to end. My actions frightened me, and my sinuses were bitching about the dust. I backed up one more step and banged right into the wall. With chairs on either side of me, I was trapped.
“Uncle,” I yelled. “You win, I give up.”
She walked right up to me, almost touching my body, and said, “That was fun. We should end every week like this. But we aren’t finished quite yet.”
Before I could say anything, I saw her move an eraser downward. Suddenly, I felt her pounding on my cock as she dusted the entire crotch of my jeans with chalk. My cock started to respond to the stimulation, weird as it was. But then she switched to making circular motions with the eraser, and my cock sprang to life. We were both breathing hard from the exertion, and I could see her face was flushed with excitement. She looked so damn sexy that combined with the rubbing, my cock was at full attention.
“Lisa,” I began.
“Shush now,” she replied. “Don’t tell me to stop. That bulge in your pants tells me you’re enjoying this. I’m enjoying this too.”
“Yes, it feels wonderful, but you need to stop. I’m too old for you!”
“Well, mister old man, who just had his hand down my pants squeezing my ass? Was that you or someone else?”
“Ah, well, I guess it was me?” I squeaked out.
“And besides,” she continued, “I’m no kid. We’re only a few years apart, so don’t go acting all grownup on me.”
She stepped back, opening up a small space between us. She looked down at the white-dusted lump in my pants and smiled.
“Looks like he wants to hang around for a while. Maybe you should take him out and give him some room.”
“I…I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” I stammered. “Things might go too far.”
Maybe this will help,” she whispered, and took my hand, placing it over her breast. She kept her hand over mine and urged me to squeeze her boob. I know, I could have easily broken free of her grip, but most of my brain was simply enjoying the warm, supple softness of her breast. Almost immediately I could feel her nipple harden, pressing against my bare palm. I was quickly losing the battle.
“Now,” she whispered, “doesn’t this feel nice? It sure feels nice to me.”
Her voice dripped with eroticism, and I felt my cock stiffen even more. I needed to do something to get some relief. But her breast felt so good, all I could think of was kissing it.
Sensing my need, she removed my hand from her breast, stepped back, and said, “Now, sit down in a chair, and take out your cock. I want to see it. I only got a peek that first time.”
I was lost. I stumbled backward and yanked my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I flopped into the chair with my cock pointing straight up like a flagpole. The freedom and the cool air felt wonderful, and the sight of her looking at my naked cock was sexy as hell.
“Well?” I said in a strained voice.
She pulled up another chair and sat knee to knee with me. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, tossing it on the table.
“Not that my blouse isn’t already filthy from chalk,” she said, “but I can’t risk getting any other stains that would be harder to explain come wash day.”
I sat mesmerized looking at her plain white bra adorned with just the tiniest bit of lace trim. It had no padding and I could easily see the outline of her nipples and areolas through the thin fabric. Her breasts were round and filled the cups completely, begging to be touched. Her nipples were still very erect, and her bosom rose and fell with her breathing.
“Your penis looks much bigger than the first time. But you don’t have your hand wrapped around it now, so that may be why. I’m surprised to see how purple the head is and how stiff it looks. Is it painful?”
“No, not painful,” I groaned. “It’s just begging for some kind of release. That part is uncomfortable.”
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