Chapter 1
He had to admit it to himself, he loved fake breasts. Many men would look down on you for saying that. He even felt guilty for thinking it, but we can’t help what we like and he liked that more than anything he could think of.
He hadn’t touched them, he had never slept with a woman who had them. He hadn’t even hugged a woman who had them.
That was until just now. The last sentence was no longer true
Thirty seconds ago, in a corporate conference centre meeting room with sensible lighting and half-comfortable chairs, he had the most erotic experience of his life.
The woman he had been staring at had hugged him. She hadn’t hugged him because she was staring at him, he hoped she hadn’t noticed that, but because everyone was hugging everyone else. It was just what they did at the start of all of these away weekends for office workers to break down the barriers and make everyone more comfortable.
The woman who had turned him on in such an insane way, more turned on in public than he had been since he’d been a teenager, had fake tits. He was in his early forties, she must have been in her late twenties. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but she had an infectious smile. The clothes she wore made it impossible to concentrate on her smile for long.
Her shirt was unbuttoned halfway down her body, underneath where her breasts started, and she wore what could have been only a bra underneath, or maybe it was some other kind of push-up thing, but whatever exactly it was, it was showing a lot of her boobs. And those boobs looked crushed together to create a perfect hill with a deep crevice.
He could think about nothing but sliding his cock up between them and fucking them until he exploded all over her, her top, her neck, her face, her breasts. Hugging her had been the final straw. He hadn’t pushed his dick against her, that would have got him fired and been so weird, but if he had he would not have been able to let her go until he had finished cumming, which is what he would have done. A dry screw with little effort.
He would have reached around and held her ass, pushing her stomach onto his cock and letting her feel him letting go. His cock pumping in his pants as he had a shattering orgasm, just from the way she looked. And the way she felt. The way those fake tits felt against his chest.
When a woman hugs you, it can always have that added bonus of breasts pushing against your chest. However big she is up there, however hard she clings on to you, it is hard not to feel something against you and hard not to enjoy that. If it is a hot work colleague, or in this case, some firm’s hot work colleague, then you are going to get that soft pressure and hint of what it would be like to hold her naked and to fuck her missionary.
But this was from another world. He hadn’t expected to like it and they were oddly firm compared to most breasts he had pushed against, but they did give way enough to make him know they would feel incredible in his hands and that his cock would be enveloped in them. He loved them and wanted nothing else in his life at that moment.
He didn’t think about his wife or his job or anything else, just her.
The hugs had been supposed to make everyone feel more comfortable, but now he couldn’t sit back down in the circle with a tented crotch and a lack of blood in his brain. He felt dizzy and sick.
He needed to cum. He had to leave. He rushed from the room and hoped no one noticed. At least that no one noticed how anxious he looked.
In the toilets, he searched for a cubicle. He rushed into the end one and had his cock out before he could even close the door. When he turned to close it he found it didn’t have a lock. Oh, well, it had a lock, but the damn thing didn’t reach anymore. Honestly, how did such a fancy place not look after its restrooms?
It was too late to go anywhere else now, he was stroking already and seconds away from cumming. He couldn’t risk going into the rest of the restrooms like this, but he couldn’t put his cock away again. There was no way he could get a zip over this monster.
Instead, he leaned against the thin wall to one side, closed his eyes and imagined the woman he’d been looking at. What was her name? He tried to remember. She had said, and she had a lanyard around her neck. It had annoyed him as it had hidden part of her cleavage.
Think. Think! He knew from experience that if he could think of her name it would make his orgasm so much better. It was something unusual. Something a bit hippy and weird. He yanked his cock slower, trying to remember before he inevitably came. He was so caught up in his wank that he hadn’t even thought about getting some paper to catch it in.
Fuck it he thought, I’ll clean it up after, that’s the only way. I need to enjoy the moment.
Then it came to him, Summer. Her name was Summer.
How did he remember? He heard her name. She said it herself.
“Lee?” That was his name. “Lee?” she said again, the echo of the bathroom making her voice slightly ethereal. “Are you ok? Are you here? I was worried about you when you ran off. Are you unwell?”
He had to speak to her. He didn’t want her to worry. But he had to cum. He was at the point of no return, well, as good as. Anything less than a full commitment to jerking now would have ruined the orgasm he had built so well. Or should he say that she had built so well? Summer and her perfect tits. Summer and her friendly concerned voice. Summer and her lovely name.
“I’m here. I’m…”
He must have sounded like he was in real trouble because she wasn’t reassured.
“I’m coming in ok. Sorry, I just need to know you’re alright.”
And so she did. And she did at the moment he was reaching a blistering climax.
He held his breath and so didn’t make a sound other than the movement of his hand rapidly rushing up and down his rigid long cock. And the pumps of the sperm rushing from the eye and flying into the air.
Summer opened the door to be greeted by the first waves of cum that he let loose. His aim was accidental but perfect. His first load arched high and hit her on her cheeks and across her nose and lips.
The second spray hit a little further down and caught both her hair resting on her shoulder as well as her neck and the collar or blouse she was wearing.
The third stream was the most exciting for him to watch because his cum splattered and then rivered in between her cleavage, disappearing into the darkness of the spot he wanted to put his cock so badly.
His fourth went over her top and the visible nipples below. They were easier to see now for some reason or maybe he was simply not only looking at her cleavage now. But either way, her right nipple was now soaking underneath his spunk. She still didn’t move. She just stared at him, looking him right in the eyes.
She stood only three feet away and he couldn’t stop from jerking. But after the fifth stream hit her leg, jeans, he finally noticed her legs hadn’t been his main focus, and he began to feel terribly guilty.
He was still stroking himself, he couldn’t stop that, it felt too good, but he had come down now from his high enough to see how wrong it was.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what. I shouldn’t have. It’s not right. Forgive me.” And Lee started to cry.
Summer didn’t leave. She didn’t shout at him. She didn’t promise to get him out of that place and report him. Instead, she took a step towards him and held his hand that held his own cock and made sure he kept moving it up and down as she gave him another hug. He wanked now directly against her body, his hand moving in the tight space between both their stomachs.
“There, there, baby. Don’t be silly. Nothing wrong. I came in here, I walked in on you in the toilet. It’s not your fault. A man needs to cum sometimes and I’d never stop a man from cumming. It’s not public, is it? It’s all my fault.”
She didn’t sound upset or guilty, just reassuring. Eventually, he slowed his hand and let go of his cock so tightly. She must have realised he no longer needed to pleasure himself and so took his hand away and put it on her back so they could hug properly. By her doing this his damp half hard cock lay directly against her clothes.
He pressed in as hard as he could.
