Group Sex The Office Team-Building Day

It was another typical afternoon at the office. I was sitting at the table in the break room drinking coffee with the busty receptionist Natalie. Things had been very busy at work over the past couple weeks, and I had not had much time for socialising at work. As Nat recounted a story from the previous day, I stared at the enormous swells of her tits under her pink work dress, feeling a familiar sexual urge.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" she asked, suddenly.

"What? Oh... sorry, Nat. I zoned out for a minute there. What were you saying?"

"Sure, 'zoned out'. More like zoned in on my tits," she teased, pretending to be annoyed, but obviously pleased with the effect her large assets had on me.

"Well, they are very distracting, you know. I can't be completely to blame," I joked.

Nat leaned on her elbow and tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Seems like you need to blow off some steam, honey. Want to join me at the gym after work?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think that would do me well. Come get me when you're ready," I said, finishing my coffee and standing.

"See you then, sexy," she replied saucily.

The rest of the afternoon passed extremely slowly. I was unable to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. Natalie's beautiful body kept springing into my mind, and I repeatedly imagined the various sexual adventures we had had together. Finally, I got a knock at my door, and Nat poked her head in.

"Time to go. I'll see you in there," she said.

I hastily turned off my computer, grabbed my gym bag, and hurried out the door.

The gym was in the same building as our office--a small, yet well-equipped facility that included saunas, a hot tub, and a small lap pool. I waved to Krissy, the cute, friendly platinum blond girl working the front desk. She was in her early 20's, and though she had only worked at the gym for a short time, I had taken every opportunity to have her as my personal trainer. She had a bob hairdo, framing her pretty young face, and her body was extremely fit, as you might expect from someone who works at a gym: toned, firm--but still maintaining her womanly curves. Her breasts were high and perky, not too big, but would certainly fill my hands if cupped. Her skin was soft and clear, and her beautiful blue eyes gave her a maturity beyond her years. Her lips had a very subtle natural pout, and her smile was radiant, showing her straight ,white rows of teeth. It was always a pleasure when she did my training or worked out at the same time as me so I could admire her sensual athleticism and cheerful demeanour.

"Sorry hun, I can't train you today; I'm working the desk," she said, frowning.

I sighed exaggeratedly. "Well, I GUESS that's ok... but I'd better get you next time or I'll have no reason to come back," I joked.

I made my way to the change rooms, put on my gym clothes, and met Nat near the water fountain. She looked sexy as hell in her black tank top and small blue shorts, her bust displayed proudly, her sports bra straining to contain her huge melons. Her hair was tied in pig tails.

We went on the stationary bikes for a few minutes to warm up before doing a circuit of activities from freeweights, to boxing, to jumping rope (my favourite, as I got to watch Nat's breasts bounce wildly). We chatted as we moved from activity to activity, one person exercising while the other spotted or rested.

"So, I take it you haven't had much action in a while," began Nat.

"What makes you say that?" I answered between breaths as I performed bicep curls.

"No saucy rumours swirling around the office. No naughty stories. Plus you seem more tightly wound than usual."

I put the weights down and put my hands on my hips, breathing hard.

"Very observant. Are you sure you're not stalking me?" I said.

"Maybe just a little," giggled Nat. "Seriously though, you seem stressed."

"Work's been tough. I haven't had much social time, you know? Thanks for bringing me here, Nat. I haven't even had much time for exercise, either."

Nat lay down on the bench and I put two small weights in her hands. She put the weights together at arm's length above her, then drew them apart until her elbows pointed to the floor. Her breasts pushed up and out, bulging around her tank top. My cock stirred involuntarily.

"God, you look so hot when you do that," I said quietly.

There were not many people in the gym, and I was happy to be able to admire Nat's hot body without looking like a pervert.

"Mmm,.. what? You mean this?" she said,pulling her arms apart and thrusting her chest out.

I could see her nipples poke through her tank top, and tiny beads of sweat glistened in her cleavage.

"Wow... yeah. Ok stop, I don't want to get a hard on. There are people around," I said, looking up as I adjusted my shorts.

Nat put down the weights and stood directly in front of me, her hands touching my crotch to see how hard I had gotten. She caressed my meat, stroking it gently through my shorts.

"Oh, you're still quite soft, honey. Nothing to worry about."

"Not for long, if you keep touching it."

Nat laughed and turned away, making her way to the change rooms.

"I'll meet you in the spa," she said over her shoulder, swinging her towel (and her ass) as she walked away.

I smiled and shook my head, then walked awkwardly to the change rooms, attempting to conceal my growing erection.

After rinsing off and changing into my swim trunks, I went to the pool area. It was on the same floor as the gym, but separated by a glass wall. I put my towel down on a nearby pool lounger and took off my shirt and sandals. There were only two people in the pool and one person in the hot tub. I stepped up to the tub and noticed that it was Vanessa from HR.

Vanessa was a tall, slender, dark-haired woman in her mid-to-late 30's. She always seemed to be cheery and enthusiastic, constantly using platitudes and cliched expressions, but pleasant and genuinely kind. She had a senior position in human resources, and I had spoken with her on a few occasions, mainly with regards to training and salary matters. She tended to wear business suits at work, but it was evident she kept herself in good shape. On this occasion she had her hair tied back in a ponytail, her fringe covering her forehead. The librarian's glasses she usually wore were sitting next to her on the edge of the hot tub.

"Hi Vanessa," I greeted her.

She squinted at me, her face scrunched in a quizzical and comical expression. As I stepped into the hot tub, the penny dropped.

"Oh hiiii! I'm sorry, I'm as blind as a bat without my glasses," she laughed. "How are you?"

"Great, thanks. Busy, of course, but in a good way. You?" I said, sitting down across from Vanessa.

"I'm wonderful, thanks for asking. Busy too, but aren't we all? Please, feel free to sit a little closer. I'll be able to see you better. It will save me squinting at you like a cave-dweller coming out into the sun," she laughed again.

"With pleasure," I replied, sitting a few feet away from her on her left hand side.

Her eyes were a pretty dark blue, and her smile showed off her perfect teeth. Her black one-piece bathing suit showed the modest swells of her breasts, which dipped below the bubbly water line, preventing any further examination.

"That's better. I'd put my glasses on, but they always get so fogged up in here."

"I understand."

Vanessa and I made polite conversation for a few minutes, talking about work, the weather, and our plans for holidays.

"Steve, my husband, wants to go overseas, but I'm just as happy to take a road trip out to the country," she said.

"I wish I had your problem. I'm more worried about whether I'm going to be granted any holidays, the way Carmen's been pushing me," I chuckled.

"Oh gosh... do you want me to speak with her?" Vanessa said, reaching over and touching my arm just above my elbow, looking at me sympathetically.

"No, no... I'm only joking," I reassured her, smiling at her professionalism, even outside office hours. "It's just that holidays are such an afterthought for me at the moment. But being single, I guess when I do decide to go somewhere I won't need to negotiate."

I made the not-so-subtle hind of my availability in case Vanessa was considering a fling. I felt I was getting some signals from her.

"Oh, I see. You know, everyone needs a break every now and again. You don't want to burn yourself out. Please feel free to come to my office to have a chat about holidays, or if you're feeling stressed. My door's always open."

"Speaking of needing to switch off every now and again, you should take your own advice. You don't have to be the HR manager of the spa, you know," I said, and we shared a good laugh.

I noticed she had not removed her hand from my arm, and she was leaning towards me, gazing deeply into my eyes, a faint smile still touching her lips. Her small but firm breasts had emerged from the water, and I could see her nipples standing out sharply from the fabric of her swimsuit.

"Is there room for one more, or is three a crowd?" a voice said from the side of the hot tub.

Vanessa pulled her arm back quickly and spun her head to the source so quickly that her ponytail lashed me across the face.

"Oh! Hi! Um, no, erm, I mean, yes... there's plenty of room. Come join us!" she rambled uncomfortably, but still managed her brilliant HR smile.

She was clearly caught off guard and blushed deeply as Nat mounted the stairs to the edge of the tub. She snuck a few fleeting glances at me, still smiling, and pulled her ponytail over her shoulder, her other hand touching her neck. I was almost disappointed that Nat had arrived, since I seemed to have been making progress with Vanessa.

"Yes Nat, please, do join us," I said sarcastically, attempting to express my disappointment at her interruption.

Nat wore a blue one-piece that was far too small for her. To be more precise, it was far too small for her bust. Her tits bulged out the sides of the swimsuit to such a degree that the material seemed to barely be concealing her nipples. Her cleavage also bulged incredibly in the scoop of the neck. This had the effect of pulling the swimsuit up at the crotch, giving Nat an almost embarrassingly obvious camel toe. Nat turned to dip her toes into the water, leaning on the railing and exposing her full ass. The swimsuit pulled right up into her ass crack, framing her soft, round buttocks beautifully. She gave me a nice, long look.

"Feels lovely," she said, finally stepping into the hot, bubbling water.

She sat close beside me, pushing her breasts out as she leaned back, easing into the water until she was submerged up to her neck. Her tits bobbed on the surface like icebergs, her nipples poking up.

"Don't let me interrupt, guys. What were you talking about?" said Nat, pretending not to notice that both Vanessa and I were staring at her bulging bust.

"Oh, just chatting about how nice it would be to take a holiday. What would your choice be: fly overseas, or a relaxing trip to the country?" I said.

"That depends... if Mike was with me I'd probably go overseas... but a trip to the country... a week at the spa alone... that would be nice," mused Natalie.

"That's exactly what I was thinking! I feel like I need some alone time, you know?" Vanessa heartily agreed. "I mean, Steve is wonderful, but we're in each others hair all the time. I think I need to reconnect with myself."

"Ah yes, married life... I envy you sometimes," Nat said to me.

I felt her hand on my thigh under the water. I shot her a glance and she smiled cheekily.

"Doing your own thing... running on your own schedule... no one to check in with..." she continued. "Not to mention the sexual freedom."

"Natalie!" exclaimed Vanessa, sitting upright, her nipples still hard.

"What? It's true! Can you really tell me that sex with Steve is as exciting as it used to be?" Nat defended herself.

"It's... I mean, you can't just ask... my goodness!" spluttered Vanessa.

"It's ok Vanessa, we're outside work hours, remember? Leave the job at the office. We can talk about these things like mature adults," I said.

Natalie's hand crept slowly up my thigh. My penis had already begun to respond to her touch.

"Well... yes, but... it's rather, um, personal," she said, shifting uncomfortably in the water.

Nat spoke, ignoring Vanessa's response. "I know I've, like, fantasised about some of the guys in the office."

"Oh really? Have you fantasised about me?" I said, raising my eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Wouldn't you like to know," replied Nat, her hand finding my hardening shaft through my swim trunks and squeezing it firmly.

"What about you, Vanessa?" I asked, trying not to betray the fact that Nat was touching me under the water.

"What? H-have I...? ... about you?" she uttered awkwardly, obviously taken aback by my boldness.

I chuckled. "I mean have you ever fantasised about anyone in the office?"

"Oh... I see." She blinked rapidly as she recovered from her blush. "Um, sure, I suppose so. I mean, it's only natural..." she managed to say, looking about her as if afraid someone might hear.

"Exactly!" cried Nat, sitting up quickly and leaning over me towards Vanessa.

She had used this opportunity to distract attention from the fact that she had her hand directly in my lap. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of my trunks and she deftly pulled them out and down, my rigid cock springing free of the material to float freely in the water. I dared not move, but openly ogled her breasts as her arms pushed them together. The water cascaded from her melons, following the enormous bulges under her swimsuit. Nat was still pulling firmly on my waistband, and I lifted myself from the bench just enough so that my trunks were pulled down over my ass, coming to rest on my upper thighs. I felt Nat's hand release my trunks. She knew she had pulled them down enough to have unfettered access to my now throbbing cock.

She continued her conversation with Vanessa as if nothing had happened. "There are a lot of hot guys in the office, and just because we're married doesn't mean we're not still turned on by other men, right?"

Her tone became conspiratorial, "I've even gotten myself off in the bathroom thinking about it," she said as her hand found my erect shaft.

"Really? Wow, Nat. I hope you don't mind me telling you that that's a huge turn-on," I said, feeling her hand squeeze me firmly at the base of my cock. "I'm not ashamed to admit that I've had many a good wank in the toilets thinking about some of the women in the office."

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Vanessa in shock, putting her hand over her mouth. But I saw the corners of her full-lipped mouth turned up in a devilish smile.

"Oh, come on Vanessa, we've all done the workplace wank. Let's not kid ourselves," I laughed, and ventured to touch her thigh playfully under the water.

She stopped moving and looked at me for a moment, then lowered her hand back into the water. I was about to remove my hand, thinking I had crossed the line, when I felt her inch slightly closer to me.

"Ok... maybe once or twice I might have snuck off to the ladies' for a little naughty time," she admitted, blushing furiously.

"That's what I thought," said Nat smugly as her hand slowly slid up my shaft to my cock head, squeezing it firmly before slowly stroking back down my length.

She settled back down into the water up to her neck so that the motion of her arm would be hidden from sight. She stroked me again, forcing the heel of her hand against my pelvic bone at the bottom of her stroke and tickling my balls with her fingertips. I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment.

"Vanessa and I are both married, so we can't safely tell you who we've fantasised about, but you can. So, who have you thought about when you wank your cock at work?" giggled Nat, stroking me again.

"Ummm... well... " I hesitated, looking at Vanessa to judge what her reaction might be.

She watched me intently, but attempted to portray casual and aloof body language. My hand was still touching her thigh just above her knee, and she had made no motion to remove it. She seemed eager--even desperate--to hear my response.

"So many sexy ladies to choose from. Now, just so we understand each other: this doesn't leave this hot tub. Agreed?"

"Agreed," said Nat.

"Of course," Vanessa said, nodding eagerly.

"Well, I've fantasised about Alice," I said, finally.

"Ok. Good choice," Nat said approvingly, caressing the tip of my cock with her palm.

Vanessa looked at me quizzically.

"She's from marketing. Slim. Blonde. Scandinavian looking. She has an ass to die for," I expanded.

"Oh yes, I know her. She's very pretty," responded Vanessa. She moved almost imperceptibly closer to me. "Who else?" she asked, smiling faintly.

"Umm... I've definitely fantasised about Courtney."

"Of course you have. You and every guy in the office," Nat said, rolling her eyes. She gave my cock another quick stroke.

"You mean Courtney Mueller?" said Vanessa. "I know her. She started with the company not too long ago. She's so nice,"

"That may be true, Vanessa, but I know for a fact that he wasn't jerking off thinking about how nice she is," laughed Natalie.

"No, I suppose not. She is quite well endowed, isn't she?" said Vanessa, trying to be jovial, but looking somewhat disappointed.

I took the opportunity to slide my hand up Vanessa's smooth thigh. I only moved it a couple centimeters, waiting for a reaction from her. She glanced nervously over to me a couple times, but did not object. In fact, she moved still closer to me. Nat was stroking me slowly and evenly, her talented hand firmly gripping my rock hard cock.

"I think they're bigger than Nat's, and that's saying something," I admitted.

"Cheeky!" said Nat, squeezing my dick hard and smiling broadly.

I tried not to react. Nat looked past Vanessa to the gym area.

"Speak of the devil. There's your fantasy pair now," she said, nodding to the glass separating the gym from the pool area.

Courtney was stepping onto the treadmill nearest the glass. She put her water bottle in the holder and punched a few buttons on the display. There were only 3 or 4 other people in the gym at the time, but every one of them (men and women alike) was staring at Courtney's massive chest, bulging underneath her thin tank top. They were all waiting for her to start jogging--for her top-heavy figure to run on the treadmill, sending her breasts into wondrous motion. Their wish was granted (for the men, anyway): Courtney began to jog, and her tits began their lively dance upon her thin frame. Despite her undoubtedly strong support garment--a sports bra, I assumed--her bosom bounced enticingly with each footfall. All action in the gym stopped as Courtney's busty spectacle was displayed. Eventually, the hypnotic hold was broken when Courtney looked around her, becoming self-conscious, and everyone resumed their activities.

"My goodness..." muttered Vanessa, watching as Courtney's tits danced.

"I bet you're getting an erection right now," said Nat, sitting up again, pretending to reach for my crotch, looking into the bubbly water, giggling.

"Hey! Whoa!" I cried, squirming as I pretended to fight her off.

For a brief moment she squeezed my cock with both hands and gave it a few quick jerks, before settling back down and adjusting the straps of her swimsuit. Her cleavage became more pronounced as she pulled her straps, not up, but down, to expose more of her sexy breasts. I looked back at Vanessa, who was gazing hopefully into the water, looking for a glimpse of my tenting swim trunks. She noticed me and looked into my eyes, horrified at being caught, before looking away quickly and blushing (again). I smiled and put my hand back on her thigh, higher up this time.

"You're no fun," pouted Nat, as she leaned back, her hand creeping over my leg under the water, once again finding my hard member.

"God... can you believe her?" I said to Vanessa, jerking my thumb in Nat's direction.

Vanessa laughed. "You're just upset because she's right, isn't she?" she replied, smiling and biting her lower lip, glancing down into the water again.

"Not you too! Get your minds out of the gutter," chastised them playfully.

"What guy wouldn't be turned on by seeing Courtney's big tits bounce like that? It's ok, sweetie, we know what you guys think about. There's nothing wrong with admitting to getting a hard-on while watching that beautiful, big-breasted woman exercise... Not to mention sitting in a hot tub with two rather attractive companions, I might add," said Nat, stroking my cock a bit quicker than before.

"I mean, it's just the three of us in here." Nat looked around us. "No one left in the pool. Almost no one in the gym. Don't try to tell me you're not thinking about a hot threesome with Vanessa and me, right here in the spa."

The sensation of her slow, methodical hand-job as well as the bubbles tickling my balls was wonderful. I suppressed a moan. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, not caring if I blew my load into the water of the hot tub, not caring if Vanessa was right there beside me.

Barely aware of what I was doing, I moved my hand farther up Vanessa's thigh. My hand roamed over to the inside of her thigh, my fingers gently tickling the soft flesh. I felt the skin of her other leg on my fingertips, then felt her legs part ever so slightly.

"Yes, I admit, this is all very stimulating." I slowly inched my fingers towards Vanessa's crotch. "But what are you expecting? I'm not going to just whip it out in a public gym now, am I?"

I looked to Vanessa for reassurance, or to break the tension that was building between us, or perhaps to distract me from the fact that I was about to jizz.

"Why not?" Nat countered, giving me a knowing glance.

My index finger grazed the material of Vanessa's swimsuit, the thin fabric the only thing between my finger and her soft pussy lips.

"Goodness, it's getting a bit late. I think I've soaked long enough," Vanessa blurted out just as my fingers touched her womanhood.

She had suddenly become uncomfortable with how close I was to touching her sex. I pulled my hand back and Nat released her grip on my cock just as I was on the cusp of cumming.

"Oh... ok," I said lamely.

"It's just that Steve is expecting me home soon. I should really get going. Nice talking to you though."

She looked slightly flustered as she reached behind me and retrieved her glasses off the edge of the tub, leaning in close. As she brought them to her face, she fumbled them and dropped them directly into my lap. They instantly sank into the water.

"Oops!" Vanessa exclaimed as her hands darted into the water in an attempt to catch her glasses.

I was too slow to react. First I felt the frames gently bump against my turgid member. In the next instant I felt Vanessa's hands clumsily grip my cock, sandwiching her glasses in between.

At that precise moment, the spa's timer clicked off.

I looked down at my crotch in a panic. Vanessa looked down at my crotch in a panic. Natalie looked down at my crotch... in pure delight. The bubbles vanished so quickly it was almost as if they had never been there at all. Everyone was frozen in shock.

"Oh!" cried Vanessa, the first to break the stunned silence.

Despite her surprise, she had not let go of my penis. A brief moment passed.

"Oh!" she said again, releasing me from her grip and pulling her hands back as if she had dipped them in hot lava.

She was seated facing me,, hands held at breast-level just above the waterline, palms facing me defensively. Her glasses had dropped into my lap, hooked around my dick like a horseshoe. She squinted her eyes into the water, then widened them.

"Oooh..." she uttered softly, the realisation of what had happened sinking in.

I instinctively reacted by grabbing the sides of my swim trunks and yanking them up as quickly as I could. I managed to get them back on, but my cock still stuck out the top of the waistband like a fallen tree out of a river. Not only this, but I realised I had trapped Vanessa's glasses inside my shorts!

"Oh my god," was all I could manage to say as I dug frantically in my trunks, eventually managing to pull her glasses out.

I passed them to her with one hand, still fighting to get my cock back into my trunks with the other. She reached out tentatively and took them between her forefinger and thumb. She looked at them, then looked back into the water at my dick. I eventually settled on covering the tip with my hands.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Vanessa," I said apologetically, feeling an embarrassed blush flood into my face.

She slowly looked up into my eyes. Her mouth was slightly open in wonder, and she had a quizzical expression--like she was unsure whether what had just happened was real. Still looking into my eyes, she stood. Her long, lean body emerged from the water. Her suit clung tightly to the soft swells of her breasts, and the gentle curves of her hips. Her nipples looked at hard as my dick, and poked out obviously form her swimsuit. She seemed to slowly compose herself.

"What... what were you doing?" she asked, more in genuine curiosity than anger.

"Yeah, what the hell were you doing?" echoed Nat, pretending to look appalled.

"What? No, I... nothing! I was--"

"--you were jerking off! You were jerking off right next to us, you little pervert!" cried Nat, slapping my shoulder.

I was angry at Nat for throwing me under the bus, but there was nothing I could do. I was caught.

"Look, I'm sorry... Nat was going on about Courtney, and the two of you were sitting so close to me... I just. I'm sorry," I said to Vanessa apologetically.

"You were masturbating? Thinking about us? Oh my goodness. I... I have to go," said Vanessa, stepping past us.

Nat stood up as well, and I shot her an angry look, mouthing the words "What the fuck?" as she stifled a giggle. She shrugged and mouthed "Sorry" back to me, giving me a sympathetic look.

"Vanessa, Nat, please. I didn't mean anything by it," I said, not willing to stand up, as my erection was still raging.

"Come on Vanessa, lets get in the shower. We might have his cum on us!" Nat said as they picked up their towels. "Here, this will help you keep that big boner hidden," she added, turning the spa back on. They fled to the women's change rooms together.

I sighed heavily and ran my hands through my hair, sitting back in the bubbling water. I looked back to Courtney, who was still happily jogging on the treadmill, undeterred by her voluminous orbs bounding in front of her with every stride. I sat for a few minutes, watching her. My dick had only partially softened before I felt it stir again, stimulated by Courtney's hot body. Looking to make sure no one was watching, I slipped my cock out of my trunks and slowly stroked it, admiring Courtney's bouncing breasts, tight buttocks, and rosy cheeks.

I masturbated watching Courtney for some time, before deciding that I shouldn't cum in the spa. I waited until my erection subsided (which took a while since Courtney was still jogging). Finally, I left the spa and collected my towel and sandals, then walked back to the men's change room. I passed the women's change room on the way and listened for any indication that Nat or Vanessa were still in there, but only heard running water. Disappointed, I made my way to the men's showers and soaped up.

"Pssst! Hey! You in here?" I heard Nat's voice call after about 10 minutes.

"Nat?" I replied, turning the water off so I could hear better.

"Hey. Can you come here for a sec?" she said.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked past a guy getting dressed, smiling apologetically. I met Nat, also wet-haired and towel-clad, at the entrance to the men's change rooms.

"Is anyone else in there?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah. There's one other guy."

"Come on, then." Nat grabbed my hand and pulled me across the wide hallway into the entrance to the women's change room.

I stumbled clumsily as she pulled me past a row of lockers.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Don't worry, no one's in here," said Nat, dragging me past a row of sinks and mirrors to the shower area.

In addition to the communal showers, there were individual shower stalls on the adjacent wall. Nat pulled me into one and shut the door. She spun around and grabbed my towel, pulling it off my waist and tossing it on the bench next to her.

"Mmmm, there's my handsome cock," she cooed.

"Hang on," I said, pushing her back as she reached for my swinging member. "You totally fucked me back there! Pretending it wasn't you that was jerking my cock! Vanessa's probably going to have me sacked for that little stunt!"

"Oh calm down, honey. She's fine. I talked to her. She's not going to do anything."

"How do you know?!"

"Trust me, ok? There's nothing to worry about," Nat said reassuringly.

"God... how am I supposed to look her in the eye the next time I see her? This is so embarrassing! That was a really dirty trick," I whinged.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Let me make it up to you, ok?" said Nat, as she pulled the towel loose from her bust.

She let it drop to the floor and put her hands on her sexy, womanly hips. Her body was as exquisite as ever: her huge, round breasts hanging perfectly on her chest, her curvy waist and hips leading down to her toned legs, with a cute, bare slit between them. We smiled at each other, and in a flash my anger was gone.

Nat took a step forward, then squatted down in front of me.

"Here: let's get some life back into that wonderful cock of yours."

She took my penis in her hand and pulled back, opening her mouth wide and dropping my fat dick head onto her tongue. She closed her lips around it and sucked her cheeks in hard. I felt her tongue swirling rapidly around my head, caressing it on all sides. She put her other hand on my thigh for balance and looked up at me with her big blue eyes. As she suckled my cock, I felt it grow noticeably. Nat pulled it from her mouth and stroked her saliva along my shaft.

"Oooh yes, baby. I felt your dick head swell in my mouth."

She licked slowly up and down the underside of my column as she held it aloft. She tickled my balls with her tongue and stroked me firmly, milking the blood into my expanding shaft.

"Oh Nat, you can always get me hard so quick," I moaned.

She quickly stroked me just below my glans, then gobbled the tip of my cock again, stroking my shaft down to the base and squeezing it as she bobbed her head, taking a few inches into her mouth.

"Fuck, you look so hot sucking my dick, Nat," I said as I ran my fingers through her wet blonde hair.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed as she blew me, still maintaining eye contact.

She slurped the spit from my cock head as she pulled it from her mouth.

"Yes, baby. I can feel you grow," she whispered, stroking me quickly and admiring my lengthening member. "Get nice and hard for me, baby. Oooh! Yes, that's it! Get hard so you can fuck my pussy!"

She needn't have asked, as the sight of her jerking my dick, her pretty blue eyes, full lips, and swaying swells of her breasts below caused me to achieve rock-hardness in about 10 seconds.

"Yeah, that's it. God, you're so hard it feels like you're going to explode!" giggled Nat, putting both hands around my veined shaft.

"If you keep sucking my cock like that, I'll definitely explode. You got me so horny in the hot tub, I've been itching for release."

Nat giggled again. "What did you do after we left?"

"I watched Courtney's tits bounce and stroked myself. But it didn't feel right blowing my load in a public spa, so I gave up."

"Ha ha, very nice. I wish Vanessa didn't decide to leave so suddenly. I wanted to make you cum right beside her," Nat said, getting that naughty look on her face.

"Yes, well... I would rather that than what actually happened. Now be quiet and put my dick back in your mouth, you naughty little slut," I replied, pulling her wet hair and forcing my cock back into her warm, soft mouth.

She sucked me off hungrily, savouring my long, hard, thick shaft as her lips slid up and down the end of my cock. She twisted her fists around my girth as she bobbed her head, producing wave after wave of pleasure coursing up my body. I felt my legs become weak as she continued to watch me enjoy her blow job, knowing her sweet mouth was bringing me close to orgasm. I moaned loudly as I watched her take more of my dick into her mouth, my cock head hitting the back of her throat.

"Of fuck, Nat..." I muttered, getting ready to blast my seed into her sucking mouth.

"... I didn't even know they had yoga classes here!"

A high, clear female voice pierced the silence of the change room. Nat stopped moving, the tip of my dick clasped between her full lips.

"Yeah, the instructor is really good. I've been going here for a while. You should come with me next time!" said another voice; lower, but louder.

"Oh totally. Heaven knows I need to release the stress of working here." I recognised Courtney's voice.

I heard lockers opening and movement.

"Tell me about it. I don't know what it's like in your department, but marketing is mental! I can hardly keep up!"

The second voice I recognised as Alice's. Natalie slipped my cock from her mouth and licked her lips, smiling widely up at me and suppressing a giggle. I nearly laughed as well, and put my finger over my lips, telling Nat to keep quiet. She winked and licked my dick head lovingly. My impending orgasm had passed for the moment, and I pushed Nat's hair back so I could see her pretty face as she swirled her tongue on my glans.

"We're very busy as well. There's just not enough time in the day. I can't tell you how much overtime I've had to put in," continued Courtney.

"Oh yeah? Where do you work again?" asked Alice.

"Second floor, west tower."

"Oh, right. Carmen's department, yes?. She's a hard-ass, I've heard."

More banging of lockers. Nat ran her lips down my shaft until my cock rested on her forehead. She then sucked my right nut into her mouth. I noticed her left hand had disappeared between her legs.

"Yes, she's tough, but fair. She's not mean or anything, she just expects hard work," Courtney said.

"Oh, that's ok then. My boss is similar..."

My attention to the conversation faded as I enjoyed Nat's oral treatment. She stroked me just below my dick head as she juggled my balls in her mouth. She slowly licked up my shaft, finally reaching the head and sliding half my cock down her throat. My toes curled as I savoured the sensation of her tight, constricting throat squeezing my dick.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my revery when I heard my name mentioned.

"Yeah, I work really closely with him. His office is next to mine," Courtney said.

"Oh, that's right! He's really hot," said Alice.

"Mmm, yes he is. We work on the same projects together, so I'm in his office a lot," Courtney replied boastfully.

"Lucky you," responded Alice, sounding less than impressed.

"How do you know him?" asked Courtney.

I heard a locker shut and the voices came closer, becoming more clear.

"I met him a while back. He came to one of my parties and we kinda just started talking. We were in my pool too, so I got to see him with his shirt off. Oh my god--so sexy!" Alice boasted back.

I head the showers turn on. Nat stood up and covered her mouth as she giggled quietly. I gave her the 'shh' sign again and listened intently.

"Oh really? Were you two... dating?" asked Courtney.

"Well, no. I mean, not really."

"What do you mean, "not really"?" said Courtney, laughing uncomfortably.

"Well... Oh my god, I can't believe I'm telling you this... You promise not to say anything?" Alice spoke excitedly, clearly eager to share her secret.

"Of course. Tell me!" Courtney's voice sounded thin and stressed.

Nat had turned away from me to listen at the door of the shower stall. She reached her hand back to grip my cock so she could stroke it as she listened. I reached around her and began fondling her full tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

"Well, that night, at my party, I caught him jerking off in my bathroom!" said Alice conspiratorially.

Courtney gasped. "No!"

"Yeah! And he was, like, sniffing a pair of my panties!" continued Alice.

"Oh my! Really?!"

"Yes! But that's not all. When I walked in he was... he was cumming! And he shot some on me!"

"Oh my goodness!"

"I know! Can you believe it? Some of it squirted on me, right here!" Alice continued excitedly.

"My gosh... what did you do?"

"Nothing. I was too shocked. He was just as surprised. He took off." Alice laughed. "He looked so embarrassed and horrified. I almost felt bad for him."

"So, you didn't do anything about it? You didn't confront him?" asked Courtney.

"I talked to him later that night over the phone. We sorted it out."

"What do you mean? He... jizzed on you! Weren't you angry?"

"I was at first,but... to be honest, I was kinda turned on," giggled Alice.

"Alice!"

"No, you don't understand. Imagine him, his hot, naked body, wet from the pool, shorts around his ankles, stroking it into my panties... I was a bit flattered. And oh my god, his cock... it's like..."

I heard Courtney gasp. Her fake surprise was convincing.
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