In his underwear

Santiago in her tight work outfit proves too stimulating, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your climax gushes from you, coating the front of your boxers, and you stifle a groan.

Across the table, your partner notices your awkward movements and leans over towards you a little, a look of concern on her face. You can't help but notice her breasts once again, and those gorgeous eyes as she looks at you with a little conern.

"Jake? Are you okay?" she whispers, "You look a little flushed all of a sudden."

You muster a quick, frantic nod as the last drops of cum dribble from your cock onto the material of your boxers. The puddle wells through the material and you relax a little. Your shame is covered, thankfully, by the desk at the moment.

"I'm just fan-dabby-doozie, partner." You try to keep to your usual, light, airy stylings, "just felt a little odd all of a sudden. Nothing a sip of Joe won't help!"

You lean over, and grab your rapidly cooling coffee before taking a sip. Santiago watches as you dribble the coffee back into the mug, awkwardly. It's stone-cold.

"Hmmm." She looks at you judgementally as she slumps back in her chair.

Your underwear is soaked through, and your cock is rapidly deflating.