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As I stood in the doorway her darkened office, the electric, tingly feeling that was in my balls spread up into my dick. It began to swell in my pants. She wore the same perfume just about everyday, and it was all around the office, faint traces of her. I moved my thighs together a little, enjoying the sensation of my cock getting rubbed. How lewd, I thought. Just the smell of her could do that. Smiling, I went inside. It was like having her all to myself, me an average looking guy who worked in sales who she was always friendly too but never really spent much time with. I walked around the office, touching her desk, looking at the sole picture on her desk: her with her husband. They were standing by some fountain somewhere, smiling.

I looked at the picture intently. Her long brown hair was loose and spilling over those soft shoulders. Her long fingered hands resting on her husband's chest. She was wearing a tank top and short pants. Her legs were long and tan and she wore sandals. I could make out her long, freckled face and wide, smiling mouth with those full lips. Her breasts were hidden from view as her husband held her firm, lithe body closely to his. You lucky bastard, I thought.

I sat down at her desk, reveling in just sitting her chair. I know, it may sound pathetic, but there I was, the quiet guy, the nice guy at work, getting turned on just by sitting in some woman's chair. I began to get really horny. The feeling persisted in my cock and balls and I wanted to touch it so badly. I couldn't hold back, not while looking at her picture.

"Oh, Lisa," I said quietly, and began to rub my cock through my jeans. "Oh, Lisa."

I thought of her, and what she and her husband were doing at this moment.

"He's probably fucking you," I said, a tiny bit louder, and still rubbing my crotch. "He's probably fucking your sweet little brains out," I added. It felt so good to rub my cock. Then another though occurred to me.

The place had no internal security camera system: if it had, I wouldn't have even gone this far. I decided, it was time to go all the way.

I unzipped my pants, taking out my fat six-inch cock. It sprung to life now that it was free, and it felt so god to have it out, standing up straight, bobbing at attention in front of Lisa's picture. I curled my fingers lightly around it and began to give it gentle squeezes and strokes.

"You like that, Lisa?" I asked her picture. "You like seeing my cock?"

I began to stroke harder and faster. It felt so good, and then I thought, what would it be like to feel her chair with my ass?

This was a little more dangerous, but I didn't care. Soon, I had wriggled out of my pants and skivvies, and I took my shirt off, too. I sat back in her chair, feeling it on my naked body, and stroked my cock, enjoying the sensation of my hand stroking the shaft, then squeezing the head a little, and then stroking it some more. With my free hand I played with my balls, gently fondling them.

"Yeah, Lisa," I said to the smiling girl in the photo, "That's it. Play with my cock and balls."

I was almost totally naked in her office.

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