How Busy Was The Coffee Pot?

Jasmine was ultimately an insecure woman. Sure, she could prattle on endlessly to people about topics they weren’t engaging in discussing with her endlessly, but the endless rambling was the tell.

She spoke to cover for her insecurity, she interacted sparsely with few people beyond work, often immersing herself in video games and web series in the bachelor apartment she occupied.

But that is part of what excited her about the changes at work. She had never had the confidence to explore sexuality, she hardly even thought of porn before these recent nights. Now though, now she lived to watch.

Every break she wandered about seeking the latest trysts in the building. It excited her watching them.

Her mind even circled her A.C.O.L.I.T.E sessions, the night prior spent masturbating to fantasy porn parodies as Jasmine tried to cleanse the regret of not joining her HR rep as she offered to share the cock she had been slowly grinding atop of through the session.

Having left her desk to grab a coffee Jasmine's mind stirred restlessly with growing sexual drive and desire. Like Liz her inactive sex life and less social nature had the corruption within her coming to a slow boil. How many times she prattled on about what married person was cheating with who over the last couple of days.

Envying the excitement of being involved with just such a forbidden fruit.

Walking past assorted cubicles Jasmine soon reached the kitchenette doorway where she paused.

Jasmine swallowed deeply as she gazed upon what stood between her and the coffee maker. Smitty was a goofball known all around the office. A boisterous friendly extremely extroverted person, with a long pointed nose, a grin that made him hard to take serious, deep brown eyes, and a light brown mop of hair that always seemed to split even and straight down to his chin.

But his standing there wasn’t the real cause for the pause.

The pixie cut platinum blonde head provoking gasps of pleasure and stiff involuntary squirms of Smitty's hips as he fought the desire to thrust into the most enjoyable lips he had ever had the pleasure of wrapping around his cock. He steadied himself with two outreached arms onto the counter behind him, his fingers fidgeting his wedding ring as he locked eyes with Jasmine.

Jasmine was growing accustomed to watching and side stepping the sex acts throughout the office.

The furthest she had gone was brushing her hand along an exposed cock in one of the elevators, almost joining the hand already there stroking it, until she realised it was on her floor.

Now though she felt thoroughly locked in place, as Smitty's eyes felt locked on hers. Each expression, movement, and sound of pleasure feeling directed at her as if the mouth on his cock was just prepping him.

Jasmine shifted her hair back behind her ears, her stroking her hands down her silky smooth long hair half wishing she had worn something sexier than the form fitting tank top and loose flared shin length skirt.

She wondered how her tits looks, their tiny hard nipples pressing through the thin shirt as the braless C Cup breasts sat firm and proud having out grown her bras the night before.

Seeing the platinum blonde hair of whoever was blowing Smitty so enthusiastically cause Jasmine to question having decided to dye her hair black the night before.

Jasmine fidgeted her tongue in her mouth, feeling a strange new sensation she passively struggled to interpret mentally as she found herself unable to pull her attention away from the sex act before her for a change.

Her mind growing ever more aware of creeping thoughts of wishing she was the woman desirous enough to lure a man to cheat.

With sudden gasps and hip spasms Smitty groaned out in pleasure looking upwards.

Jasmine could feel the entrancement lift, her own mind too muddled to pull away at her soul's beckoning as she paused to ask herself one question.