The warm water of the office shower cascaded over my body, a soothing balm after my bike ride to work. My eyes were closed, my mind a blank slate of morning thoughts, and one hand was on my cock, stroking it into a hard, demanding column. I had been thinking about the blonde on the sitcom from the night before, and the thoughts had quickly turned to a need for a quick release before the workday began. I hadn’t realized I had forgotten to lock the door.
A sudden voice shattered my reverie. “Oh my God, are you jerking off in here?”
I flinched, my hand stopping mid-stroke. I didn’t turn around, hoping the large shower stall’s tiled half-wall concealed my raging erection. Through the shower spray, I saw my coworker, a petite woman with shoulder-length black hair and Asian features, standing in the doorway in tight cycling gear. She was carrying a tote bag, her eyes wide with shock. Before I could stammer out an apology, she stepped inside, shut the door, and began to calmly undress.
“What are you doing? Get out!” I sputtered, my voice a panicked whisper. She ignored me, peeling off her top to reveal a vibrant orange sports bra. Then she unclipped it and dropped it on the bench, revealing a pair of small, pert breasts with dark brown nipples. She pulled down her shorts and underwear in one fluid motion, her athletic body a masterpiece of tight muscles and sleek lines. My eyes were drawn to her neatly trimmed bush, and the bright pink nail polish on her toes.
“Oh, get over it, you prude,” she said, her voice dripping with annoyance. “I have a meeting in ten minutes. I need to wash up.” She moved toward me, ready to shoulder past.
“Stop it! Get out! I’m serious!” I shifted, blocking her path, keeping my back to her. My heart hammered against my ribs, mortified that I was standing in front of her with a rock-hard erection.
She huffed. “Just a quick rinse. Then you can go back to jerking off.” She tried to slip past me again, and this time, her body bumped against mine, her breasts pressing into my back for a brief, electric moment. My cock swelled even harder in response.
“Stop forcing your way in here! You shouldn’t… I can’t…” I stammered, my words failing me.
“Grow up,” she said, her voice sharp. “I’m not going to be late for a meeting just because you’re embarrassed. You’ve seen me naked, and I’ve seen you. We’re all adults here.”
I felt my cheeks burn. “I’m not moving until I’m finished,” I said, a little more defiantly this time.
She sighed, a sound of pure frustration. “Fine,” she said, her voice dropping into a low, husky tone. “I’m in a hurry anyway.”
Instead of trying to shove past me, she pressed her body against me from behind. My eyes widened in shock as she reached around me, swatted my hand away, and wrapped her own fingers around my cock. Her grip was firm and confident. With her other hand, she caressed the head of my cock, her fingers teasing the sensitive tip. I gasped, my arms flying out to steady myself against the shower wall. My breath came in ragged gasps as she moved from cupping my balls to rubbing her thumb over the ridge of my cock. My legs parted, and her body pressed even more firmly against me, her hips grinding into my ass.
My cock seemed to grow even harder under her ministrations, and I felt the familiar stirrings of an impending orgasm. My hips began to pump, fucking her hand as she continued to tease me. I desperately reached behind me, my hands grabbing her ass, pulling her body flush against mine. The heat of her skin on my own made my head spin, and I thrust more aggressively.
I groaned, a low, guttural sound. Her voice was huskier now, urging me on. “Good boy,” she whispered in my ear. “That’s right, hurry up and finish.”
I was so close. I slid my hand between our bodies, down her hip and over her neatly trimmed bush. I was shocked to find her already slick and wet. My finger slipped effortlessly inside her, and I felt her hot, tight pussy grip me. But before I could fully enjoy the sensation, she said, “No you don’t,” and arched her hips away, pulling my finger out.
I brought my hand to my face, inhaling the heady scent of her body. My lips wrapped around my finger, and the taste of her filled my head, sending me over the edge. My cock throbbed in her hands, and my cum spurted out, a hot, thick stream all over her fingers, before being washed away by the water.
After a moment, my cock became too sensitive, and I pulled it out of her grasp. I leaned against the cool tiled wall, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
Without a word, she stepped into my spot in the shower, her back to me, and began to wash herself. She moved with a practiced, business-like efficiency, her hands gliding over her breasts, hips, and thighs. I watched, mesmerized, as she caressed her body, as if I wasn’t even there.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying herself. Then, she calmly dressed in front of me, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She put on a simple black padded bra, white panties, khakis, and a pink button-up shirt. She left the top few buttons undone, grabbed her shoes, winked at me, and walked out, leaving me standing alone in the shower, dumbfounded and trembling.
