Chapter 1: Cyndi

Sometimes working with computers can be a bitch. Here I was, working on a Saturday night, on a three day weekend at that. Whoops, just looked at the clock, I guess technically it’s Sunday now, it’s almost 2 am on the wall clock. Even the guards have gone home, leaving the building to the automatic door locks.

Why was I here? Well, we were putting a new computer system in place, and had to convert the data from the old system to the new. Further, none of the whiny ass users wanted to do without their precious data during the day, so yours truly got stuck working overnight, during a three day weekend to get it all done.

The only bright spot was Cyndi. On this project Cyndi had been assigned to work with me, and she was here at the office tonight to do a quick user test when I get it all done.

Cyndi is an attractive woman, to me anyway. About my age, she has short thick black hair that frames a pretty face. Light hazel eyes, cute perky nose, and dick sucking lips that drive me nuts. Her breasts are not huge, probably about a C cup, but her nipples are perpetually perky. Drives me nuts seeing her nipples straining at her thin blouses.

Her hips are quite wide, her butt is plump and round. Cyndi has frequently found excuses to bend over, shoving her ass in my face. Her belly isn’t huge, but she definitely carries quite a few extra pounds.

Did I mention Cyndi is a terrible flirt? Yes, despite the fact that she is married, as am I, she is constantly flirting with me. Giving me looks, bending over so I could “accidentally” see down her blouse (a couple of times she’d been braless), making suggestive comments that could be taken as downright dirty if you were in the right frame of mind (which I usually was).

She’s a “toucher” too. Her hands often rested on my arm or knee when she bent in to tell me something. Sometimes she stands behind me to look at the computer, her tits pressed into the back of my neck.

Oh, and how could I forget the time we were meeting in the conference room. She hopped onto the conference table, sitting beside my laptop wearing a very short skirt. Her legs began to spread “absentmindedly” giving me peeks up her plump thighs and getting just a hint of pussy. No, friends, she wasn’t wearing panties that day.

So that’s why I was glad she was here tonight, I was hoping she’d be working here beside me, giving me more peeks and glances. For some reason though, she decided to work at her cube on the other side of the building floor.

I had hit a long, boring spot. For the last six hours I had been babysitting the computer. Not having anything else to do, I had turned on my personal laptop and was working on a few of my stories. I’d been writing erotic stories for years, and had recently found a new site to share them on, Stories Online.

After about an hour of working on my tales, frequently reaching down to rub my hard prick through my pants, I had decided it was time for a break, which brings you up to the present.

I got up from my prison cell, oops I mean cubical, and decided to go see what Cyndi was up to. I had kicked off my shoes, so my footsteps were pretty quiet. The floor’s over head lights had switched to night mode, meaning only one in eight lights were turned on. Kind of left a soft, romantic light to the floor. If you find softly lit office furniture to be romantic that is.

As I approached her cube, I heard a moaning noise. Also the sound of something squishy or wet. Hmm. I stopped outside her cube, behind her back wall listening. Yup, definite moaning type noises here. Being six foot four, I had no problems seeing over the top of these five foot cube walls. Using my height to my perverted advantage, I carefully peered over the top. My eyes bugged out and tongue dropped to the floor with what I saw.

Cyndi was sitting in her chair, leaned back. Her pants and panties were off, legs spread and her left hand between them. Shirt pulled up, her tits hung free and with her right hand she was pinching her nipples. She was intently reading some papers on the desk.

I thought about getting naked myself, but thought the shock might cause her to freak. Since I like my job, this weekend not withstanding, I decided to just surprise her. Tip toeing up behind her, I said “I’m glad you’re doing that, I sure wanted to.”

Cyndi let out a yelp, and pulled her shirt down, trying to cover up. She was stammering, not sure of what to say. “Hey hey, it’s OK.” I patted her naked knee as I sat in the visitors chair. “No biggie, we all do it.”

Cyndi blushed. “Um, yeah, I guess. So, you really don’t mind? I mean, you won’t like...”

“Tell?” She nodded. I reached over and patted her knee again reassuringly. “No. It’s our secret, just between you and me. Frankly I thought it was pretty sexy.” This seemed to satisfy her, because she perked up. Her body relaxed, and she leaned back in her seat. Not, I noticed, trying to cover back up. “So,” I inquired, “what’ca readin?”

“OH, some really awesome stories I printed out at home. There’s this guy on the internet who writes stories about ... well us oversized gals.”

“Oh hey, I read a lot of those. I think BBW’s are really sexy! Who wrote ‘em?”

“Some guy called BiWriter. Every hear of ‘em?” It was all I could do to not to bust a gut grinning.

“I’m a huge fan of his!” I told her. “I have all his stories.”

“Really!?” she asked very excited. “There’s one or two that he mentions in his stories that I don’t have. Do you think you could give me a copy?”

“Sure, they’re back at my laptop, let’s go to my cube and I’ll get them for you.” Cyndi must have been excited, as she hopped right up and headed to my five by five piece of heaven, leaving her pants behind. I followed her, entranced by her plump naked ass, my cock straining in my pants.

When we got to my cube I pulled up the directory of stories and told her to pick one. She did, and I read it to her. As I did, I noticed her leaning back, her hand had once again slipped back to her crotch, her other hand up her shirt. When I got done, she said “Oh damn that was great. Hey, you know, it’s like um ... Ok with me if you want to uh...”

“Masturbate?” She nodded. “I’m almost naked.” she said. “I think it’s only fair you should be too.”

“OK, one one condition then. We both get totally naked. And you read the next story.” I guess she agreed, as she stood up, pulled her shirt over her head, and gave a little swirl.

“You like?” she asked. In response I stood and stripped down myself. Pointing at my throbbing cock I replied “What do you think?” Giggling she sat down and picked another story, reading it with one eye while staring at my cock with the other. For the next hour or so we went back and forth, reading my stories and getting really worked up.