Job Searching

Done with the school, for now at least, I walked out of the gates. Time to leave this garden of girls and explore the jungle of women.

I took the familiar route from the school, passing by some residences close to the school, to the city center where all the big time businesses were. The road leading to the business center was a little long by foot, if you were lazy that is, and lazy I was. So I walked as far as the bus stop and waited for the right bus.

I sat on the bench for a few minutes, watching cars drive past. Each one driven by a woman. No men in sight.

This was one of the busier roads as it connected with the highway further down in the opposite direction from the city. No one was walking on the side walk or waiting for the bus besides myself. It was like I had this street all to myself, except for the cars going past.

For a moment it felt like everything was back to normal, like I hadn’t just had sex with a schoolgirl in the locker room, or paraded around a classroom with my dick out and jizzing on a girl. With the warm weather and comfortable breeze, I could imagine for a moment that I was back in the normal world simply waiting for a bus. If not for all the female drivers whizzing by, this would be a regular day.

Then for the first time since waking up this morning I wondered if perhaps I’ll ever be able to go home. I just sat there thinking about what I might have left behind. My friends, my family. I had a part-time job in my world. What would they say about me being gone? And my college, too. I had assignments due.

I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to panic. That would get me nowhere, especially since the people in this world didn’t seem to care about my presence or even my emotional state. I needed to be calm. If I’m going to figure out what’s going on I had to be calm.

The big plus, however, was that if I was stuck here, where ever here was, then at least I could have all the sex I could ever want. I could even go anywhere I wanted. Just think of all the places I could see if I jumped on a plane without paying. I could visit Europe and fuck French girls, or I could go to Japan and take all those Japanese girls for myself. Russian girls, Chinese girls, Indian, Australians. White girls, black girls, Asians, Latinos. Every god damn girl you could think of! Oh, and the sights of course…

There. I think I cheered myself up a little bit. I chuckled to myself thinking that I probably had the most stupid grin on my face. Then I chuckled again, realizing that it really didn’t matter.

Finally, a bus arrived pulling me out of my thoughts. It was headed for the middle of town. I stood up and flagged it down. The bus slowed down and stopped in front of me, eliciting a hiss the way buses do. The doors opened up and I saw a hot woman in uniform driving the bus. The uniform consisted of a short navy skirt and tights underneath, a blue button-up shirt showing off a lot of cleavage and a navy vest on top of that. The woman herself had a blonde pigtail and huge tits in a pink bra that was peeking out from her cleavage.

She looked at me and smiled as I stepped onto the bus. Now, I didn’t think I had to pay in this weird world where I could fuck anyone I wanted but that may have been just a theory, so I got just the tinniest bit nervous as I tried to walk past her and towards the passenger seats. I didn’t hear any protests, just the doors closing behind me.

I guessed that worked then.

The bus started moving as I looked around for a seat. I saw a total of three people sharing the bus with me. One woman was sitting up in the back by the window gazing out of it, another woman was sitting in the second row from the front on my left reading a book. The third one was standing in the aisle near the back door holding onto one of the poles while texting on her phone.

This bus ride was likely to be a short one so I probably shouldn’t have sex here, especially so soon after cumming three times in one morning. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t fool around some. But I probably only had enough time for one of these ladies.

I looked at the one standing by the door. She was probably my best choice seeing as she was standing up, giving me full access. I walked down the aisle towards her and looked her up and down. She was showing off a lot of leg with some really short jean shorts, the ones with the pockets hanging out from underneath. Her top was a tight white t-shirt that was almost sheer enough for me to make out her bra through the fabric. The t-shirt was also short enough to show off her midriff and the red thong peeking out of her shorts. And she was wearing sandals to finish off her outfit.

This girl also had blonde hair like the driver. Her hair went down to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her boobs were not huge though, but still looked like quite the handful. Her most notable feature had to be her ass. God damn. Not too big. Not too small. And the perfect shape to squeeze and rub up against.

Which is exactly what I did.

I moved up behind her and boldly hugged her from behind. She almost lost balance but I leaned up against the pole, with her leaning against me. Her ass pushing against my crotch. Not once did she look away from her phone.

The pole was a bit uncomfortable but the feeling of her ass on my crotch more than made up for it. And the smell of her hair was incredible.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter against me and just enjoyed the bus ride for the most part. I also noticed my dick regaining strength because of the girl’s butt rubbing against me every time the bus turned corners.

I didn’t go any further than that, besides groping here and there occasionally. And maybe glancing at her text conversation with presumably her friend. Apparently they were talking about meeting up and going on a shopping spree. But for the majority of the ride I just stood there and enjoyed the scent of her hair and the feel of her body against mine.

I watched as we passed buildings and streets, seeing only female pedestrians walking around going about their day. I recognised every street we passed, every building too, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nostalgic. Which was absurd since it was only just a day ago that I saw these same streets. It just felt so strange seeing them in my predicament. It all felt so real seeing everything still functioning, everything still moving in this world populated by only women.

While I glorified in the absurdity of this world the bus made a couple stops along the way picking up some more passengers. My blondie didn’t jump off yet, so I still had my standing body pillow. I started to grope her chest to pass some more of the time till we got to my stop.

I noticed that the new passengers all had to pay for the ride, which only cemented in my mind the idea that I didn’t have to pay for anything. Once again I grew excited at the prospect of exploring this strange world. A world where everything was free for me, the only male.

We were in the heart of the city now, the streets were packed with traffic and pedestrians. The bus made slower progress towards the bus stop I usually got off. It seemed particularly busy today for whatever reason. I could see women in suits going to work and other women just shopping or browsing the many stores down this road. The buildings rose up above me, just as tall as I remembered them.

Finally, we made it to my bus stop and the bus came to a hissing halt, the doors opening next to me and my blonde friend. I wasn’t surprised when she made to get off here as well, I could have guessed that she was going to the city too. I jumped off behind her onto the busy street while a few other women got off the bus behind me. The bus then picked up some more passengers then went on its way.

I decided to let the blonde girl go on her way and not follow her. I could find some fun elsewhere. So I picked a direction and started walking.

I made my way to familiar streets where I used to hang out after school. There was a mall a few blocks from here with plenty of stores and an arcade with a cinema besides it. Everything to keep a student entertained after school hours.

Everything looked just about the same, except for a few differences here and there. The clothing stores along these streets only displayed women’s clothing, a few electronics stores had T.Vs displayed showing various ads and trailers for games which looked strikingly similar to certain games in my world, these ones however showed an all-female cast in each title.

Restaurants also dotted both sides of this street. Some had indoor and outdoor seating while others only had indoor. I saw customers sitting at tables sipping at their coffee and eating their somewhat early lunch. The street was wider where the outdoor seating was, giving people enough room to walk around the seating area.

Further along this street there was some construction being done on one of the buildings. Labourers were wearing hi-vis vests and going about their work, but some of them seemed to be on break. All of them were ladies. Not big and brutish but fit and attractive, having no trouble with the work they were doing.

I even noticed one of the construction crew whistle at a pedestrian passing by. The pedestrian just rolled her eyes and kept on walking though. The other workers nearby started teasing and joking with the one who whistled. I couldn’t help but find this hilarious. Even in a world full of just women, harassment like that still existed.

Chuckling to myself I continue walking down the street until I find myself in front of some type of office building about five or six stories tall. That wasn’t what stopped me though. What stopped me was the number of ladies in office attire milling around outside. Suit jackets, barely opaque white shirts, tight and short pencil skirts and tights. Some walking into the building and others walking out, while some were conversing in front of the offices.

Now, I could continue on to the fun part of town where all the fast food places and game stores and arcade were, but I reckoned that I could find some fun with all these hot office ladies first.

So I headed for the entrance to the office building, walking past all these women in their clingy dress suits showing off their curves while looking professional doing it.

Upon entering the building, I noticed straight away the difference in sound. The transition from the loud and busy street with all the passing cars and distant car horns, the noise from the construction site and the hubbub of pedestrians, to the hushed atmosphere of a business environment was so smooth. The sounds of the city seemed so distant now. Right now I could hear the clicking of people typing away at keyboards, the soft murmurs of people talking in separate rooms and the unmistakable sound of a printer spewing out paper.

I’ve never stepped foot in this building before in my old world so I had no idea what they did, but here I could tell that it was some kind of law firm. Just in the entrance and to the right was a waiting area for their clients and those looking for a consultation. There was a couch and a few armchairs around a low table with magazines. Only a couple women were sitting on the couch now, both reading a magazine.

In front of that was a desk with a few receptionists clacking away at their computers. The desk was long enough to cover most of one wall. Just then a phone started ringing by one of the receptionists. It rang three times before she picked up and greeted the person on the other end.

“Good morning, you have reached Steed & Kingston Legal Group. You are speaking with Cindy; how may I help?”

Off to the left were a couple hallways that led further into the building with a number of rooms along them. Straight ahead from the entrance and past the receptionist desk was an elevator and a sign on the wall besides it to list each of the floors.

I stood to the side of the entrance to allow people to walk past me as I took a moment to ponder on what to do here. While I was doing that a couple of women walked towards the entrance from one of the hallways chatting away.

“—in the mood for some pizza, how about you?” Asked on businesswoman to the other.

“Hmm, I was thinking maybe Subway, but pizza sounds good too.” She replied.

“Subway’s fine if you want that,” The first woman said.

“No, no, now that you’ve mentioned it I want pizza.”

The first woman just laughed at her friend’s sudden executive decision. Her laughter was cut off as they made their way past me and out the door.

So I guessed that Subway was still a thing then. And that it’s lunchtime for these ladies, hence why quite a few of them were outside.

I picked one of the hallways and headed down it. It looked like most of the rooms I walked past were individual offices for either one or two people. Further along the hallway connected to a big room with around eight cubicles with walls that reached chest height. There were two printers to one side of the room and a regular table and chairs besides it.

There was one woman sitting at the table by the printers looking over some papers by the looks of her. Two women were standing by one of the cubicles discussing something, and two more women were at their own cubicles typing away at whatever report they were working on. The rest of the room’s cubicles were empty, most likely because of lunch.

I walked further into the room looking around at the cubicles with their computers and assortment of personal effects. Picture frames of family members and friends and significant others adorned various desks along with other random objects that the women no doubt brought from home to lighten up their work environment.

I walked up behind one of the women sitting down. She had on a grey suit jacket and pants, with a navy-blue shirt underneath that was open just enough to give a generous display of cleavage. I took a guess that her breasts were a D-cup as I looked down at them from above, my chin resting on the top of her brunette head. She didn’t even stop her work to see who was touching her head. She just typed on through.

Once again I was feeling a little giddy as I stood there breathing in the incredible scent of her hair while bent over her and staring down her cleavage like some sort of creep. Right in the middle of a work environment too. But in this world, I could do this and anything else I wanted. It was the best feeling ever.

The sight of her breasts became too enticing, so I reached around and cupped them from the side, pushing them together and making her cleavage look even sexier from above.

I continued to play with them for a while, squeezing and massaging them before I went and plunged my hands down underneath her shirt. Still she didn’t react to my attentions, which is what I’ve come to expect.

I felt a bra covering her tits so I plunged my hands down those too.

Damn, her breasts felt good in my hands. She had soft skin and her nipples were poking into my palms, which meant that maybe she was aroused after I massaged her, even though she hasn’t acknowledged me.

I could feel myself getting hard beneath my borrowed track pants as I explored this office lady’s tits.

Squeezing them one final time, maybe a bit too hard this time, I let go. One final whiff of her hair and I moved back from her chair to let the intoxicating freedom wash over me again. My now obvious boner was straining the fabric like it was trying to punch through.

Adjusting myself, I reeled myself in a bit and took a breath. A part of me wanted to stay here and mess up these women in this room but another part of me wanted to explore the building a lot more. In saying that, I did go up behind the two women that were standing and discussing work and grope their butts a little before leaving that room.

I made my way back to the front desk where the elevator was. Reading the sign next to the elevator doors I could see that each floor was dedicated to different areas of the business. This floor was for customer consultations. The next one seemed to be a call centre. All the others, besides the Admin offices, had boring business names that I couldn’t figure out the function of.

While I was reading the sign, a woman came up to the elevator and pressed the button to open the doors. Not missing my chance, I jumped in with her, saw that she pressed the button for the second floor, exactly where I was thinking of going, and let the doors slide closed. Almost immediately I felt the weird feeling of being carried upwards.

The elevator interior had three large mirrors for walls and a hand rail along each of them. The mirrors made the elevator seem infinitely spacious with the reflections going on forever and ever, making it seem like there were thousands of me and the woman standing in the middle clutching a folder to her chest.

The woman had on tight dress pants instead of a skirt, which showed off her backside nicely. Her suit was a grey/black and looked really nice on her frame. From what I could tell of her chest, even with the folder in the way, they were fairly large. Her hair was a dark brown and tied tightly in a bun.

Not wasting any time, I moved up behind her and started groping her butt roughly. I knew that we would arrive at the next floor soon so I tried to get the most out of it with her ass in that small amount of time. Of course, she didn’t seem to mind my behaviour at all. She just looked ahead and waited for the door to open.

Her butt felt so nice and soft through her suit pants. I could also feel her underwear through them. I slid my fingers up and down the butt crack and past the thighs, cupping where her pussy would be. I rubbed there roughly too.

Next, I knelt down behind her and just motorboated her ass for the heck of it. It felt amazing to have her butt cheeks rubbing on my face. Certainly, something I could check off my bucket list, except that’s a pretty small goal to have on my bucket list when I could do so much more here.

Just then the sensation of being carried upwards came to a stop with a ping sound coming from the doors before they slid open. The woman I was rubbing cheeks with left the elevator and walked into a large open room with lots of cubicles in groups of four. The walls held offices and a couple hallways leading presumably to more offices.

Before the elevator could close on me I jumped off and let it close behind me.

Looking around the room I could see that about more than half of the cubicles were empty here too. I could only assume that they were also on lunch break. But there were still plenty of women sitting down and taking calls while others were walking around.

After a moment of counting each block of four cubicles I estimated that there were thirty-six individual cubicles in this large room. There were also about twenty or so women present right now, either tapping away at their computers or speaking into their headsets to customers or someone else in the company.

Stepping further into the room I realized that I still felt as if I was walking into a place I shouldn’t be. It felt like at any moment someone was going to ask me why I was here, even after all that has happened today and all the things I’ve done, that feeling persisted. Every step I took into this room I could feel myself grow more tense. Even though I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble, that feeling kept nagging me in the back of my mind. I guess I still hadn’t gotten over the strangeness of this world yet.

If I could just make it over to a woman and touch her without getting a reaction then I’m sure that feeling would go away, then I could get back to feeling that euphoric sense of freedom I had before. But who should I go to?

I stopped where I was to look around at the women in their tight and sexy office attire.

Most of them seemed hard at work either on the phone or writing something up on their computer. Others were walking around carrying papers and folders of papers. There were a couple ladies standing by a printer against the wall to my right. One woman was walking to one of the offices on the opposite wall. Just about everyone else was sitting at their desks, except for one woman who was leaning her ass on the desk of another woman’s cubicle and was talking to her with her hands resting on the table.

She was quite a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was also wearing some jewellery, a necklace with blue stones, nestled in her generous cleavage. Her suit was dark navy with an unbuttoned jacket over a tight white dress shirt which was tucked into a short navy pencil skirt. She wore no tights so her slim, sexy legs were bare to the world. Lastly, she wore a pair of matching high heels to go with the suit.

I think I found my first target. I made a beeline towards her and stopped just inches in front of her. I could now hear what these two were talking about.

“—got a meeting to go to in half an hour, but afterwards did you want to go get something to eat?” The blonde asked the woman sitting down.

This woman had brown hair that wasn’t as long as her blonde friend’s but was very close. From what I could see of her body from this angle I could tell that her breasts were bigger than the blonde’s.

“Sure. I’ll be done with this report by then I think. Where did you want to go?” The brunette asked.

“What about Josie’s Burger Joint?”

“Hmm, sounds good. I haven’t seen Josie in a while.” The brunette smiled as she replied.

“Geez, you sound more excited to see Josie than going out to lunch with me…” The blonde woman mumbled, sounding a little hurt.

“Jealous?” The brown-haired woman asked, not having looked away from her screen.

A complicated frown came over the blonde woman’s face as she looked away from her friend. “…maybe.” She finally muttered.

Hearing that admission, the brunette looked over at her friend in slight surprise before softening her face into a gentle smile. “Haley,” She said in a slightly reproachful yet gentle manner. Haley turned to look at her as the brunette woman reached out to hold her hand. “Josie’s just a friend. You know that right?”

After a moment, the blonde woman, Haley, looked down and nodded while letting out a small mumble of affirmation. And with that the brunette squeezed Haley’s hand once before letting go and went back to typing away at her keyboard.

Wow. I just witnessed a sexy grown ass woman get jealous and pouty with her girlfriend then appear insecure and pitiable like a lovesick puppy. It was actually pretty cute to see. And now I needed to fuck her.

Yes, for some reason after seeing that display I now needed to have my way with her. Don’t ask me why that set me off. I couldn’t tell you. But, damn, was it adorable.

I moved up closer to the pouty blonde and leaned in, my hands taking my weight on the desk to either side of her as I plunged my head between her tits. After not receiving any kind of reprimand, as I have come to expect now, I breathed in the scent of her and once again felt the lightheaded feeling of having done something so obviously perverted in a normal setting, yet having that very act ignored by all. The thrills just won’t stop.

After briefly coming down from my high I proceeded to send myself right back up there again by motorboating her chest for a bit in a blissful state. But as fun as it was to do that it wasn’t really helping me get rid of the tent in my track pants.

I needed to take this seriously, since this place is a business after all, and time is money apparently. Heh.

I leaned the rest of my body towards Haley, using my knees to move hers out of the way so I could grind my crotch against her better. Next, I pulled up her pencil skirt so that it was bunched up around her hips, revealing some nice black lace panties. No doubt for her lady friend over there.

Now, the angle wasn’t quite right so I gently pushed and lifted her so she sat on the desk instead of leaning on it.

“Ooh, those are sexy. Are they for me?” I heard the brunette ask with interest to my right. I guessed lifting her girlfriend on to the desk made her look and see the state she was in.

“Wha—Ah, well…” Haley was surprised for a moment and confused about what she was referring to until she saw where her girlfriend was looking. She then stammered out a response while blushing profusely. “I, ah, just… well… I recently got them, and… I wanted to try them on. What… what do you think?”

The brunette just bit her lip at how cute her friend was being before replying with, “I think that when I take you home after work that you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

Wow-ho-holy crap did she sound predatory with that. I looked at Haley to see her reaction and I wasn’t disappointed. Her whole face had gone red with embarrassment. Why was this grown woman so damn cute?

I really needed to fuck her now. Wasting no time I dropped my pants down to my ankles, no longer caring about people in this world seeing me half naked, pulled her panties out of the way and… ‘sheathed’ my ‘sword’ to the ‘hilt.’ Haha, get it…?

Whatever. I’m fucking her now.

And damn did it feel good to be back inside a warm vagina. A bit different from the others but still warm, wet and tight!

I will not be lasting long with this one. But that’s fine, I guess… I tell myself to make myself feel better.

I heard a few more things said between Haley and her girlfriend but I had zoned out and was only interested in the wet tunnel I was navigating down. It was getting pretty slippery too. And I was not wearing the best spelunking attire. And I needed to stop with the jokes…

I started off at a decent pace, going in and out not too fast, but even with the pacing I was quickly brought dangerously close to finishing before I had a chance to enjoy it.

So, I brought it down a notch and tried to distract myself with some boobs.

I grabbed Haley’s boobs and fondled them over her clothes while I kept pumping my dick at a slower rate.

I brought myself from the edge but now I could feel a lot more of the sensations coming from this pussy. All the while Haley was just simply chatting with her girlfriend about random things.

I kept going like this for about a minute before I remembered Haley’s cute blushing face when I looked up from my breast fondling. I then lost all patience and started to ram into her hard and fast. I really had no clue why that excited me so much, but there you go.

Surprisingly, I lasted a bit longer than I expected before I felt the familiar rush and high of an orgasm. My hips bucked a couple times before I held onto her tightly, pushing my dick as far as it would go inside her. The throb, throb, throb of my semen leaving my body and filling her womb left my knees a little weak.

When it finally ended I slowly brought my spent penis out from Haley’s snatch and watched in post-orgasmic arousal as my cum leaked a little onto the brunette’s desk.

Letting out a relaxed breath I stepped back, or rather, waddled back a step to pull up my pants. But not before moving forward again to wipe my dick clean on Haley’s skirt. Then I stepped back. Without waddling since I was holding my pants up mostly with one hand.

I looked behind me to find an office chair at an empty cubicle and took a seat to relax a moment. After a few more exchanges between the two business women Haley stood up from sitting on the desk, but didn’t sort out her clothes. From where I was sitting I could see more of my spunk dripping from between her legs and onto the floor.

“Well, I’m going to go and prepare for that meeting.” Haley said, some of her earlier professionalism coming back.

“See you afterwards then.” The brunette answered in her own professional tone.

Haley then walked off to one of the offices on the left side of the room without a care for the state of her skirt and panties.

Art in motion that was.

I sighed after sitting on the chair for a while when my stomach growled.

I was hungry. Not surprising since I’ve had all those orgasms in only so many hours. And it was past lunch time. And all that talk of food on the way here.

Yep, I was hungry. But where to go to get something to eat in this world where I’m ignored for the most part. I mean, they do respond when I say something at least.

But the better question was, what was I in the mood for?