A Quick Fondle

This afternoon in work, I made my first tentative steps towards shagging Paul, the young temp. It wasn't exactly hardcore sex, but we had a brief - yet tantalising encounter - in the office restroom.

I was feeling horny all morning. I don't necessarily advocate masturbating in the workplace - especially if you're a chef - but sometimes it's absolutely compulsory. By lunchtime, my hard-on was threatening to tear a hole in my trousers, so I had to do something about it.

As I limped awkwardly into the men's toilets, trying to conceal my straining bulge, I saw Paul washing his hands in the basin. Just as I was ogling his firm arse, he spoiled the moment by humming Kylie's "Better The Devil You Know" to himself. Honestly. He literally couldn't be more of a cliche if he tried.

Paul turned towards me and I straightened up to maximise his view of my erection. He looked at me with a strange look that I couldn't quite interpret...was it lust? Disgust? Disappointment?

But then he stepped closer and grabbed my crotch with both hands, fondling my hard cock. He leaned closer so that I could feel his bulge and then he slowly slipped his tongue in my mouth.

There was a cacophony of voices in the corridor and we both jerked away; I could feel myself blushing. Paul flashed me a sexy smile and sashayed out of the room, while I nipped into the nearest stall to finish off the job.

The situation looks extremely promising. Surely a nice, illicit fuck-fest is just around the corner?