OFFICE IN THE BUFF
MM - Encounters
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"See you, Sascha", I said to my colleague. "Tomorrow will be a relaxed day for us."
It was Wednesday evening, one day before Corpus Christi. As this was only a public holiday in our and some other states, Sascha and I would work to keep our office available for our customers nationwide.
"That's true", he said. "Tomorrow we can dance naked on the desks."
That was the keyword for me.
"We can do so. I am in."
"Of course", Sascha replied and grinned.
I was sure, that Sascha didn't know it. But I was absolutely determined to take my colleague by his word.
The next morning, I didn't care about taking on my boxers. Instead, I chose the cockring. To cover my chest, I was content with a pullover without a dress shirt.
As it was a public holiday, there were less trains as usual going to my office. That meant that I reached our working place about ten minutes after Sascha who came from the opposite direction. I opened the building by key and went to Sascha's office.
"Good morning", I said. "I thought, you'd just started to dance naked on your desk."
"There was some work stuff to come between", he replied.
"Well, I was prepared to that and was just up to start with it."
"Feel free", he said.
"I'll do so. So, if you don't want to see that, give me a call before coming to my office so that I can cover up. If not, just come in."
"Yes, yes", he grinned. I was sure that he didn't take me for serious.
I went to my office, switched the computer on and removed my clothing. I had left my coat at the wardrobe at the lobby. So, I took off my shoes and socks which I disposed next to the office-door. Next was the pullover. I folded it and put it on the cupboard. Last were my trousers which I folded, too, and put on the pullover. Naked I sat down in front of the computer.
It was hard to resist to playing with my cock. But I managed to leave it and concentrate on the folders, I had to work on.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard Sascha handling the coffee machine which stood next to my office. Now it was going to get interesting. Would my colleague come by to have a peek? The machine rumored while Sascha was taking his coffee. It was at this very moment that I realized that I hadn't had a coffee so far. Well, as great as this would be to meet Sascha now at the coffee machine and waiting for him to get ready, I had offered him before that it was him to decide whether he'd met me naked or not. So, I had to wait.
"Hey, you are really starkers", Sascha said with a cup of coffee in his hand, standing in the open door of my office.
"Are you disturbed?", I asked. "I have warned you that you should give me a call before entering my office."
"No, no", he grinned. "I wanted to have a look whether you were serious."
"Of course. Are you shocked?"
"Why that? I have told you that you should feel free. So it's that way. But in fact, I haven't thought that you'd really do that."
"You know that I am deep-rooted nudist. If there is a chance to get my clothing off, I take it."
"I forgot that", Sascha answered. "Skin dipping is something I haven't tried so far. And for sure, Victoria wouldn't agree."
"Hey, your wife is Spanish. As I have known, young Spanish people are very open about nudity. When we travel to Fuerteventura, it's mostly senior Germans and young Spaniards to be naked on the beaches."
"But not Victoria", Sascha said.
It was hard to keep my cock soft while my cute colleague was looking on my noodle.
"You can think about it. I'll work `au naturel' today. Feel free and do as I do", I told him.
Sascha smiled. "That's what you are wishing."
"Of course", I confessed. "I like to see cute guys in the buff."
"At least, you're honest", he said. "See you."
I followed him to the coffee machine to take some coffee for myself. While I was waiting there, Sascha returned to his working place.
It was much easier to work with a serving of caffeine. A little later I got a folder for which I needed in information from Sascha. Most colleagues do that by phone, but I was used to go to my colleagues do discuss that face to face. Why to handle it differently today? If Sascha hadn't been at my office before, I'd have called him to ask whether I should dress up before coming to him. But this seemed to be no need, as he'd looked for me and whether I was naked, before. So I went to his office, wearing no more than my cockring, and carrying my folder.
"Hi, I need your help", I started, looking down on my folder, when I entered his office. "I have a request of the police concerning internet fraud. Can you look for the payment?"
"Surely", he replied.
That was when I raised my head and looked to him. I was very surprised to see his naked torso. Did he really…? I couldn't resist and had to turn around his desk to have a further look. In fact, Sascha was sitting at his desk as naked as I was.
"To avoid that you call me a wet blanket, I had to do something", he explained the situation.
"Everything is perfect", I smiled.
"And I have to confess, it's feeling astonishingly nice to work in the buff."
"For me, everything is feeling better naked than clothed", I replied.
"That might be so. The stupid thing is, that I am getting very horny sitting here naked."
"I can understand that. I you weren't straight, I'd offer you to give you a blow job to get your rocks off."
"And why only if I wasn't straight?", he asked.
It took a time until I had realized what Sascha had said.
"You mean …", I asked.
"I haven't tried nudism before. So why shouldn't I try that, too? Everybody is saying that guys are better giving head."
"You want me to prove that?"
"You don't have to. But I'd like that", my colleague grinned who had played with his dick during our conversation and now showed a straight boner.
In fact, he was very appetizing. And fortunately, I had an agreement with Stefan, my husband. "Eating out" was allowed. There might have been thousands of reasons to reject Saschas offer. But I didn't remember a single one and in fact, I didn't want to resist. So I stepped towards his seat, kneeled down and gulped his wood. The colleague who was five years younger than me, immediately started to shove me his hardon up the throat. It took me some effort not to choke, but finally, I managed that. And a few minutes later, I enjoyed sucking his flesh. I liked the masculine perfume of his glans. While I tasted the first drops of precum, blood filled my dick. It didn't take long until I had a boner, too.
"Oh", Sascha said, "it seems that you need some help down there."
"That might be", I replied smiling.
"I haven't sucked cock before. And I haven't fucked an ass before", Sascha said.
"That's to say?"
"If I suck you now, could I then?"
"Fuck me?"
Sascha nodded. How should I resist that offer? Although I usually don't like to get fucked, it was worth it for getting sucked by Sascha. So, I agreed. Immediately, Sascha kneeled down and swallowed my cock. Smoothly his tongue stimulated my glans. Considering, that my colleague pretended that he hadn't had sex with a guy before, he did the job almost perfectly. Instantly, he met the points which aroused me. He licked smoothly the glans, sucked vigorously the shaft, massaged my balls, befor he ate the whole wood. It didn't take much time until my balls tightened and I had to warn my colleague.
"I am going to cum", I moaned.
Sascha continued sucking my prick as if tomorrow wouldn't come any more.
Only a few moments later I shot my load of cream down his throat. Greedily, Sascha swallowed all my ball's content down which unloaded into his mouth.
"Now it's the turn of your ass", my colleague shouted after giving freedom back to my penis.
"Just a moment", I pleaded.
Fortunately, I always carried a little tube of KY with me. So, I went back to my office to grab it. I smeared the lube on Sascha's boner which was even stiffer after I had cum than before when I had sucked it. Then I went to his chair, lowered my ass over his wood. As I don't get fucked very often, it took some effort to let his prick pass my sphincter. But finally my butt met his pubes. After I got accustomed to this filling, I started to move rhythmically. Sascha answered with a lustful moaning. This got more and more intense until he cried: "I cum."
Even if I had wanted to, there wouldn't have been time to let his boner slide off my hole. Instantly, he pumped his cream into my guts. I enjoyed the pulsating of his wood in my ass and took his creamy gift with joy. When he started to soften, we loosened our plug socket.
"Wow, that was the best sex, I have had for a long time", Sascha said. "But now, I have to piss as always after cumming."
I grinned and pressed him back in his chair when he tried to get up. Then I swallowed his cock again. Sascha understood immediately, what I had in mind. He smiled, closed his eyes and tried to relax. Some moments later, I could taste the first drop of this bitter and salty fluid. Eagerly, I took the drink which my colleague spent. When the flow dried up, Sascha had a boner, again.
"Shall I continue", I asked him.
"I think, we need a break", he said. "Otherwise we won't do anything here today."
Of course, he was true. So, I returned to my office. But I hoped for a sixty-nine during our lunch break.