Berlin Wall

I had been working for a law firm about seven years ago. My position had been stable, but that was always subject to change. Pretty much everyone in the office was on edge all the time because the president was under evaluation and investigation by the FBI, which wasn’t too uncommon. The only relief we had from this torture on our disposition was Berlin.

Berlin was a hot Asian firecracker that every guy drooled over, knowing they couldn’t have her. She was the kind of girl you see on the streets and the only thoughts passing through your head are “Man, I want to fuck her” because there is no other thoughts that could possible keep that one company. She was always hanging around the office, mainly because she was the boss’s daughter. She was also the Boss’s only daughter, causing him to be unnaturally protective of her. In fact, word was that even though she was almost 25, she had never been screwed, giving anyone with enough balls the right to her virginity. I was destined to be that man.

The first encounter with Berlin occurred in the copy room. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no part in it. I was walking by, about to copy some memos that some jackass had neglected to copy the day before. As I passed by, I heard moaning coming from the copy room. Quickly, I ducked behind the doorway and tried to sneak a peak at some office action. What I saw amazed me. There sat Berlin, the office fantasy, rubbing her crotch against the copy machine. She was trying to get off from the warmth. It was a wonderful sight and I soon felt the eight-incher in my pants growing.

She picked up the pace and soon worked her hand down to her crotch. She started going even faster, making her long, black hair fly every which way. She continued to work her hand over her crotch, which was still covered by her silk panties. I could clearly see that the sexual tension just continued to build up inside her. Then Berlin finally pushed her underwear aside, revealing her soft mound to the world. Immediately, she thrust two small fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out at a tremendous speed. She worked it and worked ,obviously having done this before. At this point, I was at a sexual peak, but didn’t dare whip it out and start jacking right there. After about ten more minutes, she came violently, almost slipping off the copy machine. Luckily she was a screamer, but she probably had still attracted some attention.

That theory was soon proven when my next door neighbor cubicle-wise, Mark Spoils, started to waltz right up to me, trying to strike up a conversation.

“Hey, Kyle,” he started, “come here, I got a wicked joke to tell you.”

Quickly, I diverted his attention and screamed, “Boss wants to see you, he mentioned Berlin.” I heard a small yelp behind me and hoped Mark hadn’t heard it. He didn’t because he soon was walking towards Mr. Polster’s office. Thank God. I wiped the sweat off my face and turned around. There was Berlin, completely red, knowing that I had watched her. What she said though, shocked me.

“Thanks,” she muttered, “that’s the closest I have ever come to being caught.” Than, with what I though was a slight sexual, sparkle said, “I owe you one” and winked.

I watched her, mainly actually watching her, but saying that I was guarding her afterwards, for months afterwards.