It was a Friday afternoon in the office, so work was winding down toward the weekend. Office chatter was beginning to grow as the bosses had left for the weekend.

I, however, was focused on the HR manager as she talked on the phone. I could see her through a picture window on a common wall between our offices. She would laugh at times in her conversation. Her laugh was contagious and to be rather sensual. She was an attractive woman but married, which provoked me to be professional with her. I was very flirtatious with most other girls in the office. Sexually flirtatious!

I wasn’t flirtatious with Chris. She went by Chris, short for Christine. I wanted to flirt with her more than any of the other gals but was afraid it wouldn’t be a well-received flirtation. She may even take it to the bosses.

She finished her phone call with another round of laughter, stood up, and headed down the hall. Most likely to the copy machine. It was my opportunity to take my now-aroused cock out to play with it under my desk when she returned.

She set her copies on her desk and strode into the doorway of my office. There I was, pants and underwear bunched to my knees under the desk. My hand over my cock as if to protect myself from embarrassment. She said, “Hellooooooooo” snapping me out of a spell.

OMG, I was staring at her crotch, and for how long? Her denims were fitted and hugged her in all the right places. Was she going to ask me to follow her somewhere or in some way need me to stand up? I’m sure I was flushed, looking for an excuse for not standing up.

“How long are you staying here today?” she asked.

I answered, “Probably 5:30-6:00ish. Need something?”

She explained that she needed to finish a project and was working late. She didn’t want to be alone. “I’ll stay until your work is completed”, I reassured her.

She returned to her desk and I to my cock stroking. Exhilarated by the near exposure. My cock was now hard as a fucking rock, and I spied it leaking cum. I was going to cum for her, though she was unaware of my activities.

She stood up and walked down the hall again, so I slowed my masturbation. I wanted to orgasm while she sat on the other side of the window. A mere 15 feet away. She was away for a while, and I wondered where she had gone. I was pushed away from my desk enough to see my cock rigid and pooling cum on its tip.

“Just what is going on here?” her voice was right over my shoulder! I twisted to see her standing there, hip cocked with a sly grin. She had silently entered my office through the warehouse door. “It wasn’t locked”, I scolded myself. Her eyes surveyed the scene, from my bunched pants to my glistening cock’s head peeking from my lightly clasped hand. My eyes glanced at my groin and then darted to the hallway. “Everybody has left” she laughed. “I thought you might be playing when I stood in your doorway”. “Your face was beet red and you had a hand under your desk”.

“So, who is your object of fantasy?”, she wanted to know, “And please continue” looking again at my cock. I watched her as she slipped into a chair as if in a movie theatre. “It’s you”. “It’s always been you”, as I found the courage to stroke my cock in front of her. She was shocked. I guess she thought I was going to give up another name.