Fiction: The workplace wank

This short story was written whilst imagining a time, pre-pandemic, when lots of us worked from offices. Of course, it's so much easier to have a workplace wank when you're working from home!

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Work was slow and Roberta was enjoying the downtime before her next batch of urgent tasks became due. She sat at her desk, gazing out of the window into the summer sunshine, wondering if she might be able to get away with going for a wander to the local independent coffee shop for an iced latte to sip whilst she read her book in the park. Her boss was in meetings all afternoon so she seriously considered it, and was about to pick up her bag and head for the door when her phone buzzed.

"Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, gorgeous girl!" It was Dominique. To anyone else it would seem like the pair of them had the most unusual relationship, because they were clearly more than friends but not officially partners or girlfriends. It was the sort of relationship that a heteronormative monogamous society would never be able to place and they quite liked it that way. She would invite Dominique to brunch and they'd chat for hours about everything and nothing; making the people at the nearby tables roll their eyes at the laughter and inappropriate topics of conversation. Sometimes they'd go out drinking and Dominique would invite her to stay over. They'd always fuck, but it was never considered A Thing.

She replied to Dominique's message, checking whether she still needed to pack her toothbrush, and they got chatting about how strangely long the work day was feeling. The afternoon was stretching out in front of both of them like a never ending bore, and their Thursday night fun somehow seemed like it was months away. "I was thinking of getting a coffee and sitting in the park to pass the time," she said, "but what if it gets back to my boss that I was slacking off?" Dominique reassured her that she was probably overthinking it, but suggested that she could perhaps do something that didn't involve leaving the building. "What, like have a wank in the loos," Roberta joked.

"Do it," came the swift reply. "I want you to find somewhere to get yourself off, and tell me how it felt after you've cum." The thought of Dominique getting turned on at work by what she was about to do was tantalising, and Roberta considered her options carefully. It was a Wednesday afternoon and she remembered from a meeting room booking she'd done recently that there were no staff development courses happening on the 7th floor. That meant the toilets on that floor would likely be quiet, and they were a bit fancier than the ones on her floor too. Minimal chance of being interrupted was all she needed though, so she headed for the stairs with her phone in her pocket and a smile on her face.

Selecting the cubicle furthest from the door, she locked herself in and started scrolling through photos on her phone for inspiration. There were quite a lot of Dominique, looking hot on their many nights out, and Roberta thought back to one of the times they'd fucked afterwards. As the desire built inside her, she lifted her skirt and slid her hand into her underwear. Her fingertip circled her wet clit as she imagined the sex they'd inevitably be having the following evening, and the thought of it turned her on even more. She slipped a finger inside, to get it wetter, then started rubbing as she pocketed her phone and closed her eyes to focus on the fantasy.

The fact that someone could walk in at any moment was a surprising thrill, and it ensured that Roberta kept her moans as quiet as possible. She usually only wanked with a vibrator and was surprised at how easy manual stimulation was with the added thrill of an illicit location. It wasn't long before she came, hard, and was left blushing and breathless as a sense of normality returned. As she cleaned up, she thought about every second of the experience and what she had enjoyed, so that she could report back. Before leaving to return to her desk, she mussed her hair a little and snapped a selfie to accompany the message. As she smoothed her locks back down and checked her lipstick in the mirror, Roberta's boss and two senior colleagues walked in. She smiled and left before she saw which cubicles they chose.