A few years ago at the company.
At that time, work was busy, and the man often stayed overnight, and the woman working until 9 or 10 PM was not uncommon.
Since I was in the final adjustment stage of the work, I always ended up catching the last train. I had to finish the work at night to ensure smooth operations the next morning.
That day, until 11 PM, it was just me, a 27-year-old man, and a 24-year-old man left. Everyone else had gone home. I was planning to catch the last train home.
The 27-year-old man told the 24-year-old man, "Go buy something from the convenience store," and I gave him some money.
I suggested taking a break and making some coffee, and while I was preparing coffee in the kitchen, I was suddenly hugged from behind.
"I like you, Sarah!"
he said while putting his hands under my arms and groping my chest.
(Hey, be careful, I'm making coffee here.)
"It's dangerous, I'm using hot water,"
I said, trying to subtly (or not so subtly) get him to let go.
"I'm serious, I've always wanted to be with you, Sarah."
(Do you like me or just want to be with me?)
"Hey, calm down,"
"But you're always in pantsuits, and today you're in a skirt!"
(Wait, what kind of logic is that? Is it okay because I'm in a skirt?)
(I was just too busy to iron, so I ran out of pants. It's not like I wore a skirt to invite you.)
"Hey!"
I got really annoyed and forcefully pushed him away, but he suddenly kissed me.
He kissed me while rubbing my butt, and I could feel his full erection pressing against me.
"Do you dislike me?"
"It's not that..."
(Don't look at me with those puppy eyes.)
I didn't particularly think about the 27-year-old that way, but I didn't dislike him either.
I thought he was cute as a junior, but I never considered dating him. Besides, the 24-year-old junior would be back soon, and this situation was too risky.
"Hey, the 24-year-old will be back soon, and we're still at work..."
"Just until he gets back."
Then he kissed me again. He grabbed my right breast over my shirt and lifted my skirt with one hand.
He touched me over my stockings, but while he was rough with my upper body, he was incredibly gentle when touching my lower body.
Instead of using the pads of his fingers, he carefully traced the line with his nails.
"You're not wearing any panties, Sarah."
(To be honest, I was wearing pantyhose at the time, so I wasn't wearing panties. It was pantyhose that didn't require panties.)
"Well, that's because..."
It's just that kind of garment.
And I like pantyhose play. His fingers made me so wet. I felt weak.
"You're really wet,"
he said with a smile. It was frustrating. Very frustrating. So, I decided to turn the tables.
I unzipped his pants and suddenly grabbed him.
"Ah!"
he exclaimed. The tip was already slippery.
I subtly pushed his hand away from touching me and said, "Don't make a sound," while guiding his hand to my mouth and squeezing his penis with varying pressure.
When I slowly ran my nails over the head and played with the tip, his body shivered.
But I didn't want to lick it. He hadn't showered, and the 24-year-old could come back at any moment.
"You're getting bigger. Where do you feel it the most? Here? Or here?"
"Ah, Sarah..."
His words were muffled because his hand was in his mouth.
"The tip is so slippery. What's wrong? If you keep going like this, it'll stain your pants," I said, rubbing him harder.
"Are you going to come just from my hand? That's embarrassing, isn't it? Coming just from my hand in a place like this?"
I started to enjoy it. The 27-year-old was trembling all over.
It wasn't just the handjob; I think the verbal teasing also worked. Or maybe he was a masochist.
He was covering his mouth with one hand and playing with his own nipple over his shirt with the other, so he was probably a masochist.
At that moment, I heard the office door open. (The kitchen is a bit further inside the office.)
"Okay, the 24-year-old is back. We're done here."
I quickly let go. The 27-year-old looked flustered.
You said until he gets back yourself.
I opened the door with my clean hand and said,
"Welcome back. What did you buy?" acting completely normal.
"I'll wash my hands before eating," I said, washing my hands in the bathroom and returning to the office.
"Where's the 27-year-old?"
"Probably in the bathroom."
After a while, the 27-year-old came out of the kitchen looking embarrassed and joined us.
The 24-year-old had bought a lot of things (with my money, lol), and I chose a pork cutlet bowl to eat and work, saying, "Good job, everyone!" and caught the last train home.
Sorry, that's the end, lol.
