A few days went by and we had not met in person since our fuck-date.
When we met in the office again, it was all everyday-ish and no big deal.
We were supposed to have a project meeting later this day – a meeting that had been in the calendar for more than a week.
The project meeting was scheduled to start after lunch, so when we had eaten with the team, we went to the meeting room we had booked.
The room was located in the older part of the office building, a part that was partly secluded from the main office.
Naturally, my mind started fantasizing about the things we could do there, but we actually had work to do so I pushed the thoughts aside.
After about an hour Joan suggested a break. I agreed and we went for coffee.
On our way back to the meeting room she casually asked “How did you like our… interaction the other day?”
I looked at her and I could not judge what she was thinking or what might come.
“I liked it. A lot!” I replied. “You should not be in doubt about that!” I added.
“Good!” she smiled and sat back down. I closed the door to the meeting room.
“Pat and I both had a great time” she continued. “He really likes seeing me turned on and others being turned on by me!”
I could feel my cock starting stirring, thinking of our ‘interaction’. I was about to sit down, when Joan suddenly grabbed my crotch.
“I liked the size of this!” she said, feeling my cock through my pants. “Wait – are you getting hard?” she asked and looked up at me. She kept massaging my cock.
“I cannot help it. I get turned on thinking of what we have done this week – and what you are doing now does not exactly make it easier!” I replied.
I was letting Joan do the massaging and my cock grow. It felt good.
“Nobody is down here, it is just us. Will you let me play with it. I want to see it again.” Joan said.
She was right, there was very little chance anybody would come down where we were. Eyeing the chance of more ‘interaction’ with Joan, I could only answer “Sure!”
She quickly unbuckled and opened my pants and pulled out my hardening cock.
“Nice!” she said looking at it. “Don’t come!” she added and started stroking it.
This was bizarre. I was still standing with the fresh cup of coffee in my hand, and my colleague was jerking my cock.
I concentrated on not giving in (and cumming) and on enjoying it max at the same time.
After a couple of minutes, Joan stopped. “That is enough for now” she said, and tucked my cock back in my boxers.
“Just like that?” I asked, slightly bewildered.
“Just like that! For now. I’ll help you later, but you have to do as I say and be patient” she replied, smiling at me.
Though I wanted to continue there and then, I accepted the premise.
I put my cup of coffee down, fixed my clothes and sat down. Work progressed as usual.
About an hour later, I felt Joan’s hand on my thigh. It quickly crept up to my groins where she started massaging my cock.
We kept talking about work, making plans and lists all while she was squeezing and caressing my very hard (and restrained) cock.
Suddenly she stopped. “Stand up” she said, looking at me.
I did and the bulge in my pants was very revealing. The outline of my hard cock was obvious.
Without a word she opened my pants and took my cock out again. It was pointing right at her, head glistening with pre-cum. She smirked at me and got down on her knees.
“Remember – don’t come!” she said.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Carefully Joan started running her fingertips up and down my cock. No pressure or squeezing – just light touches on the shaft. It felt fantastic. Very stimulating and very erotic. I could not help but moan. More pre-cum oozed from the tip.
After a couple of minutes of this torture, she started caressing my balls with one hand. The other she placed around the base of my cock in a firm grip.
I could feel my cock pulsating longing to cum, and there was no doubt she could to.
When the pulsation calmed down and the risk of cumming uncontrolled subsided, she leaned forward.
I thought she was going to blow me, but instead she carefully kissed my swollen cockhead. She kissed it here and there, getting pre-cum on her lips.
Then she lifted my cock ever so slightly, and with a ‘broad’ tongue she licked me from underneath my cockhead, over the tip and to the top of the cockhead, where my foreskin was. That was surprising and super sexy watching.
She then placed her tongue below it again and licked first to one side, then the other. All the while looking me in the eyes.
Had it not been for my own control, I could have blown right there and then.
Her next trick was up. While still keeping a firm grip, she took as much of my cock in her mouth as she could.
While letting her tongue dance underneath my shaft and cockhead, she withdrew her head, ending with her lips placing a kiss on the tip of it.
She looked back up at me, lips glistening. “If I let go of you now, are you gonna cum?” she asked?
“I don’t think so. I’ll try not to” I half whispered, half panted.
She slowly let go of my cock. It throbbed a few times, pre-cum oozing from the tip and started threatening to drip.
The throbbing subsided. Joan caught a drop of pre-cum with a finger and licked it off, then she kissed the drops off of the tip of my cockhead.
“Next time you may cum!” she said with a smile and sat back on the chair.
Breathless I put my cock back in its confines. It took a little while before I could sit down again, and quite longer before I could concentrate.
Joan went to get coffee for us, while I was working on getting back to the tasks at hand (no pun intended).
45 minutes later we were done with prepping the customer workshop and we collected our things.
I was still a bit on the edge and was not quite sure what I could expect. I did not have to wait long, though.
“Before we leave, I promised you could cum!” Joan said smiling at me, placing a hand on my cock.
It instantly started growing.
“Stand, and take it out” she commanded.
I did. As finally in the open again, it quickly grew to being rock hard. The cockhead was quite swollen and almost purple.
Joan got on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my cock, closed her lips around the head and slowly started jerking and sucking me. With her free hand she caressed my balls. It was heaven.
I supported myself with one hand one the table, while she sucked and slurped on my cock. This would not take long.
Her work was phenomenal (and I was freaking worked up) and within long I could feel I was about to cum.
I decided not to say anything. She had brought me to this state.
Then I let go. With a moan I started shooting into Joan’s mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking and jerking me.
I came again and again while she continued working on me.
Then she slowed and stopped. She sucked the last cum off before releasing my cock. Then she sat back, wiped a hand across her mouth and let out a small burp. She laughed and looked up at me.
I could only laugh and shake my head with a smile, while getting my cock and clothes back in place.
“How about you?” I asked.
“Nah, it will be too messy. You know what you did last time, right?!” she winked.
“I’ll owe you one, then!” I said.
“Don’t think of it” she said and shrugged.
We took our things and went back to the others in the office. About an hour later we all split and went home.
I had only just arrived home when I received a Teams invite from Joan. It said “[Customer] prep follow-up” and was set to start in 15 minutes.
I grabbed a soda, started my laptop and logged into the meeting room.
Two minutes later Joan appeared on my screen wearing a headset. She was sitting in their living room and I could see Pat working in the back, his back to us and wearing headphones. It sounded like he was in a meeting, discussing with somebody.
Joan made a ‘hush’ gesture at the camera, though I was muted.
She then sat back on the couch, pulled up her legs and let me see she was bottomless beneath the skirt she had changed into. She showed me a towel which she placed between her legs and then she started masturbating.
With one hand she rubbed herself and plunged her fingers into her soaking wet pussy. With the other, she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
My speakers transmitted her soft moans and heavy breathing, while I watched her work herself towards and orgasm.
Pat was still in his meeting, unaware of what was happening on the couch.
Her rubbing her clit got faster and I could see her cheeks get redder. Her panting grew more hectic and then she came.
With suppressed groans and moans she “cramped” in the couch and the towel between her legs got a darker taint.
She almost fell sideways but managed to support herself in time. She came a few more times before she stopped rubbing herself.
Her heavy breathing still filled my speakers, as she carefully slid down the couch. Now she was on her knees looking into the camera with a sly smile. She took the towel and showed the big, dark spot to me with a grin. She then brought it to her face, sniffed it, bit it and then licked her lips to wet them with her own pussy juices.
Then, in a low voice she said “See youuu!” and hung up.
There was nothing I could do but jerk off immediately. I quickly came on my stomach.
I let my cock slop down on it, grabbed my phone, took a snap and sent it to her. “Thanks” I wrote in the message.
I quickly got a snap in return. “My pleasure” she had written, accompanied by an upskirt pic of her glistening pussy.
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