Sheena

Ray Parker absently stroked his half-hard cock through the crotch of his dress slacks as he sat at his desk in the office of the company president and read and reread each word of the erotic electronic message he had received.

'It's a good thing I have such a dedicated, hard-working staff,' he thought to himself as he looked for some subtext in the lewd litany before him on his computer screen. 'Otherwise, I might not have the time to try and figure out who seems to want me so bad!' he chuckled to himself.

Certain words in the message brought one person on his short list to mind. Sheena Westin, his girl in Customer Service. He absently wondered how many customers she might have serviced to get the heady amount of orders she had delivered to him lately.

Ray cursed himself for thinking about the industrious young woman in such a manner. Though it did provide a stimulating visual. The top-heavy blonde on all fours on top of her desk, taking on all cummers, er, comers. He gave an extra tug to his swollen dick at the mere thought.

'But of course,' he told himself, 'this couldn't really be happening. She rarely even deals with our clientele in person. Most of it is done electronically, by phone, or..email.

This little revelation brought him back to the reason he had decided the author was her in the first place.

The way the pretty blonde flaunted her torpedo tits around him, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to think she was behind the words,"I pull my big stiff nipples and think about your cock.." He could just picture Sheena, in the outfit she wore today, leaning back in her desk chair and unbuttoning the thin , peach-colored sweater with the micro leopard print and pulling those puppies out of the black bra he could tell she wore underneath. In his fantasy, she grabbed each jujube-sized nipple between the index and middle fingers of each hand and squeezed them tight, yanking the sensitive skin forward as she cried, "Ray!"

"Ray!" came over the intercom box, bringing Parker back down to earth.

'Geez!' he thought, as he realized he was ready to cum. 'I better figure this out soon, before I cum in my pants!'

The company president reached over to talk back to his assistant, Allison. Pressing the button, he replied to the call, "Yes, Ally?"

"I'm going to head to lunch now. Would you like me to bring anything back?" she asked.

'Yeah, Sheena, spread-eagled on a platter', he thought. Was it that late already? Ray looked at the digital clock on his desk. It read 11:00.

He keyed the intercom again. "No, thanks, Al. I'll get something later. My hands are..full right now," he answered truthfully. Despite himself, he couldn't help but touch himself when he thought about Sheena.

"Okay, boss. I'll forward the incoming calls straight to your office until I get back. See you in a few!" she chirped before she signed off.

'One less interruption!' Ray thought as he got up to lock the office door. 'I feel like a schoolkid, but if I don't take care of this big boy now, I'll wet my pants if I confront Sheena!'

The company president returned to his comfy desk chair and took off his slacks and folded them neatly over a nearby file cabinet. He didn't want to look all rumpled later, the way he knew he would if he had unceremoniously dropped his drawers behind the desk.

Ray Parker struggled to pull his swollen cock out of his boxers' fly. He finally managed to do so, his cockhead already beginning to leak precum out of the open piss slit as it pointed to the ceiling tiles above him.

Making the most of the discarded dry skin lotion he found in a side desk drawer, Ray began to read more of what he thought to be Sheena's naughty missive.

.."Better yet, have you come on my tits so I could rub your cum all over my big , stiff, nipples.." Ray read aloud from the screen as he stroked his now-slick cockshaft, envisioning Sheena before his spitting cock, her pretty, made-up features contorted in a mask of passion as she threw back her head and pushed her proud titties out even further.

He could imagine Sheena delighting in gathering the cum between her fingers and smearing it all over the high-riding balls of flesh as she looked at him sluttily. Finally, she would glaze her nipples with the stuff, pinching them until they telescoped even higher.

Ray could take no more. Jizz flew from his cockhead as he shucked his cockshaft rapidly. He managed to catch it all in a cloth handkerchief.

Ray balled up the hanky and hid it between the crumbled papers in his deskside wastebasket. As he redressed, he couldn't help but wonder what Sheena's prize titties would really look like nude. Would they have large aureoles? Button-like ones? Would the nips be dark, or baby pink? The office rumor mill had offered that they were fake, implants from her college years when she worked her way through school at one of the upscale stripclubs in the city nearby. Of course, he knew none of this to be true, and the nude dancing hadn't been included on her resume when she was hired, heh heh.

Parker was determined to find the answer to these, and the most important question,"Was she the mysterious 'Watcher'?"

Despite his satiated prick, Ray Parker moved from behind his desk with newfound resolve and desire. He checked himself in the office closet's full-length mirror, straightening his tie,and splashing on a bit more cologne from a bottle he pulled from a closet drawer. He unlocked his office door and headed for 'Customer Service'.