The Night Shift_(1)

Jamal was slightly resentful that his boss had put him on an entire month of overnight shifts. It seriously inhibited his social life. But his one consolation was working with his lovely coworker, Liza. Only a few other people were in the large four-story building during the night shift, all working in other offices upstairs. A couple of cleaning guys lurked around, too. When nights were slow, as they often were, Jamal and Liza would talk casually about a variety of topics, like books and movies, never anything too serious. Jamal sensed his petite, curvy, friendly — and also married — coworker was flirting with him on occasion. She’d sneak in little touches, like a brush of his arm here or a squeeze on the shoulder there, and Jamal would find ways to reciprocate this touch. Her fingers quickly brushing or rubbing on his skin always brought fast palpitations to his heart and the stiffening of his dick!

It was a typical Tuesday night. Liza breezed through the door, a typical bright grin on her face as she sashayed into the office. She was in her mid-twenties, barely 5ft tall, weighing 120lbs, with a voluptuous hour-glass figure. Her long, wavy, brown hair hung halfway down her back, streaked with blond highlights. She wore a tight-fitting, buttoned-up white shirt, her white D cup bra vaguely visible beneath it. Her ample cleavage peeked out of the shirt, the cross on a silver necklace nestling into the crevice between her glorious tits. A short black skirt clung to her hips and shapely backside. Nude-colored pantyhose and black high heels completed her outfit. Pearly white eye-shadow brought out the green in her blue-green eyes, and she was bronzed from spending days at the pool and beach.

“Hi Liza,” Jamal said. “Always good to see you,” he said, smiling and meaning it.

“Hey Jamal,” she said in her slow southern drawl. He loved how sweetly she said his name.

She patted him on the shoulder and walked onward to her desk. Jamal caught a whiff of her perfume as she passed by, the smell of night blooming flowers. He always had to restrain himself from growing a massive erection when she was around. For the next hour they exchanged random conversation here and there. Liza had worked her way over to Jamal, sitting on his desk with her legs crossed as they discussed some local news. Jamal fought to keep his eyes on hers rather than the gleaming silver cross between those marvelous, heaving tits. Her skirt crept upward while she spoke. He admired her taut thighs, ever struggling to maintain eye contact. His gaze went back to her cleavage as she continued talking in her slow southern drawl. Suddenly she stopped.

“What is it?” she said, looking down to where Jamal was staring. “Oh, oh this?” she said, gesturing at her chest.

“I uh, well, um, uh, I…” Jamal stammered, tearing his gaze away.

“You like it?”

“Huh? Uh, um, yeah…”

“The necklace? I just bought it,” she said with a smile. “Glad you like it.”

“Uh, yeah, sure, sure, I like the necklace,” he nodded, in reality staring at her cleavage and pondering what her nipples looked like beneath her silky white blouse and bra.

Despite his best efforts, Jamal knew his dick was growing in his trousers. He shifted in his chair, trying to hide it. But his bulge was quite large and obvious, as Jamal packed a nearly 11″ meat stick! Liza’s eyes were immediately drawn to it! It brought a throb to her pussy — indeed the sight of his virile prick yearning for her sex turned her on! A wet spot began forming in her pantyhose. He finally looked up at her, embarrassed, his eyes meeting hers. She was lost in his dark, sexy face — the chiseled jaw with a thin strip of dark facial hair, those thick lips, the rich hazel eyes. Then her stare went back to the bulging tent in his pants now pointing right up at her! His cock looked huge, from what she could tell! Her lips parted in awe.

Suddenly she got up off Jamal’s desk, her eyes still on his crotch. She cleared her throat. “Ahem, yes, well then…”

“Yeah,” Jamal said, awkwardly reaching for some folders to cover his bulge.

“Why don’t you meet me in the men’s room in five minutes. If you want,” she said, with a wink. This time her fingers grazed his package as she walked by, making him gasp. Liza gasped, too — at the feeling of the thick shaft in Jamal’s pants!

She quickly left the room and headed down the empty hall to the bathroom, her heels clicking loudly with each determined step. Her heart pounded fast. She’d never cheated on her husband before, but indeed she’d developed a crush on her coworker Jamal over the last few months and she was finally ready to act upon it! Would it be an unrequited lust? She paced in the bathroom, the mirror reflecting a woman practically in heat, she was so eager for cock! The minutes seemed like an eternity. Her breathing slowed, and she began to think he wouldn’t come.

The bathroom had a couple of shower stalls in it. Liza went over to one, opening the curtain, and then she sat down on the plastic folding shower bench, taking her head in her hands. Her long waves of hair fell over her shoulders. She pondered what she was doing here, had she made a fool of herself? Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. She jerked her head up, her heart skipping a few beats. Jamal stepped inside and looked around. He saw the open curtain and walked over to the shower stall. There she was, sitting there staring up at him and smiling sexily. Jamal couldn’t believe he was doing this — he considered himself a good Christian man.