Check my pockets...

I reach into my pocket and find the purple thong. I roll it around in my fingers and am reminded of the wild night. My dick rouses. I look around... Ah, why not? I leave my desk and go to the restroom.

In a stall, I drop my slacks and pull out the thong.

Given how wet she was, the thong must have gotten saturated. I look at the small triangular patch of fabric that could barely cover a pussy, then slowly bring it to my nose and inhale.

I stroke myself until I am rock hard. I wrap the strings of the thong around my cock and balls. I keep at it for some time, occasionally tugging the strings to constrict my package. {if Edge = 100}My balls ache for release and something gives, releasing a healthy glob of precum that drips into the toilet.{elseif Edge > 70}My balls ache with fullness.{elseif Edge > 40}It feels better than I expected.{else}{endif}

I get close, then back myself down again. It takes willpower to stop. That is the game. That, and the world is just a little more colorful when you have a huge load in the chamber.

Just as my erection is easing, I hear someone enter the bathroom. I flush the toilet and stuff my sausage back in my pants.

I leave the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands, like a gentleman. At the urinal is Tom, the latest intern. He is a scrawny nineteen-year-old. Eager to please.

"Afternoon, Tom."

"Good afternoon, Warren. How are things today?" He asks.

I don't feel like going too deep into how I have initiated a campaign of destruction against my boss right now. "Good. You?" I finish drying my hands and pause to let him answer.

"Yeah, good here, too." He says it enthusiastically. "Uh...be sure to let me know if you need anything."

I'm pretty sure he is just being a helpful intern, but in a bathroom where I've been jerking off seconds before? It sounds dirty. Of course after edging, everything sounds dirty.