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**Working Security – July 2nd, 2016**

The recent holiday had me thinking back fondly to the July 4th holiday in 2016, some truly wild adventures that had me way outside my comfort zone.

This is the *first* part of a *four* part story.

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It was Saturday, two days before the fourth. I was at work scrolling porn, hitting all my favorite kink, and other sites filled with perverted deliciousness. Had quite the chub going on, debated if I should jerk off in the bathroom, or just edge myself throughout the day at the security desk, and then r4r, Tinder, or lend myself a hand for an unload after work.

No one else was working with it being the weekend before the 4th, or if they were stuck having too, they were just going through the motions like me – ha!

My tastes, like most, varied. At that time, I had been finding myself going between curvy/chubby and tiny women for my extra-curricular activities, as well as for masturbatory fuel. Something about the contrast of body type did it for me back then.

I recall fondly when my interest in this physical dichotomy first took hold; Around my 25th Birthday I had lucked out and picked up a thin waif at a bar who didn’t turn me down when I asked her for a birthday-fuck toward the end of the night; The next day on my actual birthday, I had updated my Tinder user account stating “in need of a Birthday fuck,” and began swiping like a horny bastard, I got a match surprisingly fast, we chatted, then exchanged PG-rated pics.

We liked what we saw and progressed to sending pics of our naughty bits.

She was sexy curvy with wide hips, plump bottom, and breasts. I am 5’9”, average looks, clean shaven, nose looking a bit big on my face, and a very average penis; I was still a bit chubby back. I said I could host, and within 20 minutes we were in my bed fucking like rabbits. The real gem for me was during doggy, spreading those sweet cheeks wide and sinking my manhood into her wet pussy, then grabbing her hips and riding her for all my worth.

Both women became semi-regular hook-ups with the dirty-blonde waif just wanting a sex only relationship – no talk that is not about fucking. She disappeared after a couple of months of hooking up weekly, never responding to my texts. The curvy golden blonde wanted more of a Friends with Advantages situation; We got along great in and out of bed so that was fine by me.

Fast forward a bit, and curvy was now married, and although we maintained the advantages part during the early days of her dating him, that ended when things got serious between them. We are still friends. But damn, if my dirty mind can not help but wander to memories of being deep inside her whenever I see her in-person, she fills out her outfits nicely. My eyes at all times sneak glimpses at that ass or those big, gorgeous breasts.

I had often, and still do, fantasize about a three-way with a curvy buxom gal and a petite waif with little or no chest but long nipples. I have a couple persistent turn-ons of nipples and clits, specifically when both are long and pert.

I arrived at work that day at 6 AM and relieved the night guard, Marcus. After grabbing a coffee from the breakroom, taking sips as I reviewed the past hour of activity via the security cameras on fast forward.

After reviewing about 45 minutes of footage, I determined there was just one other soul in the building that morning. She was a cute redhead, and a workaholic. At all times here early and usually worked late – all career and no personal life. Having seen her coming and going several times, she was older than me by a bit, which I do not mind at all. Fit, tiny, and cute.

In my bored and horny stupor, I brought up her info in the security system. It showed that her name was Emma, she was thirty-six (36), and the President/CEO of one of the companies on the 17th floor. I decided to do a little Internet sleuthing, and everything I found was related to her professional life.

Almost everything…

I did discover quite a few photographs of her wearing a size-to-small bikinis of very thin, sheer fabric and no panty liner. Mixed in were some shots of her wearing little-black-dress and night-out-on-the-town classy but very sexy outfits.

It looked like she and someone special had been to a tropical resort for a couple of days a few years prior. Pretty pert nipples poking through the thin bikini material quickly caught my eye.

Chubs twitched his interest in seeing more.

To set the scene properly, I was working at the security desk in an open and large marble floored lobby at a downtown high-rise office building in the Chicago Loop. At the time, I had the job for a little over 3 years.

When I started, my schedule was all the “shit hours,” late and overnight shifts, as my colleagues would tell me. At the beginning of year 3, I moved into better hours as one of the other guards left. I usually ended up with weekend shifts and I volunteered for most holiday shifts – the extra pay, plus not having any living family in the area made it easy for me to do so.

Because of the varying schedule I had gotten to know many, but not all, the professionals that worked in the building. I was most familiar with the workaholics, as the hours they maintained often overlapped with my shifts.

I was horny and had some new jerk off material in the risqué pictures of the red-head cutie workaholic. I decided “fuck it” no one’s here, and I started stroking chubs through my pants. After a while, flipping through the pics on my phone became a hinderance to my enjoyment. I had the bright idea to bring Emma’s tantalizing pics up on the security desk monitors and display a different pic on each of the 30″ screens.

For the right screen I had picked the one that took my breath away the first time I came across it. Close-up pose, her relaxed curly ginger locks cascading down past her shoulders and framing her pretty face. She was sporting a sly knowing smile and had the most alluring green eyes. The perfectly lit picture highlighted her erect nipples through the thin material and ended just below her bikini top.

I had chosen a full body where she had just walked out of an open shower on the beach. Water ran down her ginger hair and body. Emma’s bikini was soaked and clung to her skin. It left nothing to the imagination. This went on the screen to my left.

The masterpiece went on the front and center screen, a candid shot catching her unaware. Emma’s seated at a bench near the open shower drying herself with a beach towel. Legs spread for better balance, leaned to the side, head bent down and hidden amongst the ginger locks and the towel busily drying her hair.

There was so much beauty and intimacy in that shot, but I could not help but focus all my craven attention on the exquisite view of her large clit poking against the taught and translucently wet material. The outline of her plump outer lips, pert clit, and the cleft to her entrance so clearly visible despite being covered.

Zooming in on the image, reveled ginger hairs visible beneath the material clinging to her mound. Ginger hair also peeked out just beyond each side of the bikini bottoms. I am an absolute sucker for beautiful green-eyed gingers, and this one had me rock hard. I silently thanked the mystery photographer for taking these high-resolution images.

I was enjoying stroking and teasing myself over the course of the morning. but the need for release became more urgent with each stroke. My cock strained uncomfortably against my pants.

It was decision time; do I close the pics of my ginger obsession currently splashed across the security monitors and make my way to the Men’s room, resume viewing on my tiny phone screen, and give myself much-needed relief? Or do I stand-up, quickly adjust Chubs, unzip, sit down and free him from the confinement of my boxer briefs, pull the chair in, and see how discreetly I can stroke myself to orgasm under the desk.

I decided to do the latter. I grabbed the box of tissues and placed them in a strategic position for quick access. I am a chronic masturbator, needing relief at least once a day, so this was a well-practiced ritual. The difference being that this would be the first time I jacked off in such an open and public place. This brought additional exhilaration and arousal to my adventure that morning.

It was gonna be a long slow day, so I was determined to give myself a long and enjoyable create up. I resumed my slow and gentle stroking as my eyes explored every inch of her body, face, tits, and the treasure hidden beneath her bikini bottoms.

Several minutes had passed, but I was in that state of create up where you get ‘tunnel vision’ and can only focus on the pleasure of your sex organ and the stimuli contributing to that pleasure.

In preparation for what was to come, I pulled multiple sheets of tissue and had them wadded up in my left hand, which I rested on my thigh. My right stroked my shaft and teased the sensitive underside of my bulbous cock head. I was full on edging myself at that point, stopping for several heart beats when I got too close to cumming. My right hand and cock would then resume their erotic dance. I was close to orgasm, and my eyes were locked in on a zoomed in view of Emma’s crotch.

I was in the middle of imagining what her taste on my tongue would be like after removing her bikini and burying my face in her pussy, licking, and eating it eagerly. I imagined the texture of her erect clit, as I ran my tongue along its length and sucked on it, engorging it further. What sounds or erotic delight she would make.

I was completely lost in my lust filled creeper fantasy, aggressively stroking my throbbing cock from tip to balls and back again, knowing I would not be stopping at the edge this time.

“That’s my favorite shot too,” a voice said.

Someone had walked up to the security desk – in heels – on the marble floor – and stood to my right, well within my peripheral vision, and watched me stroke. Startled, I jerked my head to the side and saw Emma, the object of my lust… and, after a loud grunt, and now the object of my climax.

The shock of her speaking had been enough to send me over the edge, I grunted and spasmed uncontrollably as I shot load after load of hot jizz all over my hand, pants, shoes, underside of the desk, and the footboard at the back of the desk. My sperm-laden seamen flew everywhere!

She leaned over the desk a bit, appraising the situation with a bemused smirk on her cute face. My face had turned beet red, and my brain short-circuited from the intensity of my ongoing orgasm.

I was speechless.

She grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a bunch of sheets, and handed them to me. With a enormous sly and knowing smirk on her face she says, “You’ll want to clean that up, seamen is a bit acidic and can stain if left on those pants for too long”.

After a moment of hesitation exacerbated by a failed attempt to process what-the-fuck just happened! and without thinking, I pulled my right hand from under the desk and reached for the tissues Emma offered. My hot seed was dripping from my hand, droplets of cum landing on the floor as I took the tissue.

Seeing my cum splatter on the floor, Emma raised an eyebrow and said, “You should have come up to my office if you needed relief that badly,” emphasis on the word come.

Emma turned and started walking toward the revolving door exit, she looked back over her shoulder adding, “it’s a shame we were both here, horny, and at our desks masturbating…. separately.”

My hand still in motion and not fully back to my lap yet, dropped half of the tissues – the ones that weren’t sticking to the cum that coated my fingers and palm.

My jaw dropped in response to the statement. I was stunned and even more speechless.

She left the building with a wickedly mischievous grin on her face.

NSFW: yes

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