Her boss

Carolyn called George and told him what happened.

In his mind, George giggled. He knew that the satin and tight crotch pocket would act like a masturbation sensation.

“Nothing to worry about, honey,” said George. “You’re like a teenage boy on hormones in hyperdrive. You’ll get over it.”

“I was staring at her tits,” Carolyn huffed.

George was secretly pleased at Carolyn’s vulgar reference to breasts. She was loosening up. “Normal. You’re a little confused because of your penis.”

“It’s hard to concentrate.”

“Sounds like you leaked a little pre-cum. Go to the bathroom and masturbate until you cum. That will help.”

They said their good-byes.

Holding some papers in front of her bulge, she skipped to the bathroom. She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to go into the men’s or women’s. Deciding she was in a skirt, she stepped toward the women’s restroom.

She stepped inside and bumped into her boss.

Stella was a tall, buxom blonde. Her manner was fierce.

Carolyn dropped the papers.

Carolyn apologized and bent over to pick up the papers. As she bent down, her cock made a tent in her skirt.

Stella blinked.

Carolyn scooped up the papers and scurried into the restroom.

Stella followed.

Carolyn ducked into a stall.

Stella squinted her eyes. She was tempted to go to the stall next to Carolyn and stand on the toilet. That would probably be a HR violation.

Carolyn waited to hear the door close. She lifted up her skirt and yanked her underwear. Hitting the cool air, her cock got harder. She started rubbing it.

Carolyn’s fantasy focused on Stella, the powerful woman touching her cock. Her cock shot a stream of gooey cum against the stall door. She was gasping for air but felt an intense sense of relief. She collapsed onto the toilet and used toilet paper to wipe off the cum. She experienced a momentary desire to taste it. Instead, she crumpled and flushed it.

Carolyn stepped out of the stall and Stella was standing there.