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A Cubicle Conversation

By: Decayed Angel



I was way behind on our latest project, so once again I had to drag myself up to the office on a beautiful Sunday morning. It gets so depressing to see the sunrise in your rear view mirror, as you drive to work and it gets worse as you park your car and walk in the cool morning air to your building entrance. You then disappear into the frigid core of the building riding the elevator up, up, up to some floor that looks like any other floor. Stepping out of the elevator, you walk past a few open offices with the glimpses of a view mocking you as you then step into cubicle hell.

It is bad enough during the week, but on Sunday, the tiny passageways between desk areas seem to close in on you until you seem to be traversing the deep, frozen, bowels of some ancient catacomb. Fortunately, no one else is working, so you do not have to adjust yourself to tuning out forty different conversations all going on at the same time.

This particular Sunday started out no differently and not long after I booted up my computer, I put on my headphones, found some jazz on my Ipod and then got to work. With no phone calls and no other distractions I was getting a lot of work done, so around lunch time I decided to take a break. I pulled off my headphones and was about to stand up and stretch when I heard someone talking on the phone.

Immediately realized it was Carla, a fairly attractive woman, say in her mid-forties, with a short, somewhat frazzled hairstyle. I was about to say something to her when I realized she didn't know I was here. Not wanting to startle her, I sat quietly for a moment trying to figure out how to let her know I was here without giving her a heart attack. It was then that I began focusing on her phone conversation.

"...no, I swear, I'm not wearing any," she said, giggling slightly.

That got my attention, so I quietly slid my chair up to the very edge of my cubicle. Carla's cube was situated diagonally adjacent to mine, so we shared a corner. Luckily, when the crews installed the cubicles, they left the corner trim off of Carla's, so all I had to do was carefully remove the trim on my cubicle and I could peek through the connection and see into her cubicle.

"I promise. Yeah, I'm sitting here, with my feet propped up on the desk."

The view I was able to get through the connection was very limited, but Carla just happened to be sitting in just the perfect position so I could see her completely. Just as she had mentioned to whomever she was talking to, she was sitting in her chair, her feet, crossed at the ankles, were propped up on the desktop. Though she was facing where I was watching from, the lights in my cubicle were off, so there was no chance of her seeing me from her brightly lit area.

Peeking through the crack, I watched as she continued her conversation. She was listening intently to whatever the person on the phone was talking about, but as she listened, she was slowly pulling her skirt up, first exposing her, nearly knee-hi boots, then exposing her thighs.

"So you want me to pull my dress up and then open my legs. But I told you, I'm not wearing any panties. If I do what you tell my... my pussy will be exposed."

Damn, I watched as the dress exposed her nicely shaved thighs and as she opened her legs I could see the dark patch of hair. The dress wasn't pulled up far enough to get a real good view, but I could feel my cock harden from just the quick glimpse I already had.

"You want my pussy exposed? But whatever for?" she asked teasingly.

Leaning her head to the side and holding her phone pinched between her head and shoulder, she used both hands to adjust her dress up around her hips. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view. Besides learning that Carla was not a natural blond, I could see she had a beautiful pussy. I could see a hint of her pinkish inner lips curving out beyond the pale, flesh tone of the outer lips. As she began running her fingers lightly over the length of her slit, she opened up some, exposing more of the inner pink.

"Oh, you want me to touch myself, you want me to touch my pussy? Okay, I will," she said, burrowing two of her fingers into herself. "Oh my, it's wet. Yes, my pussy is so wet."

Fuck, I'm not sure what she was doing to whoever she was talking to on the phone, but she was beginning to drive me crazy. I quietly unzipped my pants and eased my cock out, hooking the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls. It felt so good to release myself from the confines of my pants.

"Touch my clit? But if I touch my clit too much I might come," Carla said into the phone. "You want me to come?

"You do want me to come? But only if you come with me," she continued while her fingers circled her clit. She then moved them down her slit and pushed them deep into her pussy.

"Yes, they're in my pussy now. 

"Yes, it's wet, so wet.

"Your cock, oh God I want your cock in me, right now. Yeah, give me your cock, yeah."

Her hand was moving faster, moving he wet up from her cunt to her clit and circling around it. The tiny pink nub glistened in her juices, sparkling as her fingers moved over it. 

She groaned and then said, "Are you? You're coming... yes, just a second, yes... yes, I'm coming... yes now, now. I'm coming now."

Damn, I wanted to come with her, but wasn't there yet. I stroked my cock, sliding my hand over the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.

'You made a mess?

"You better clean yourself up and then call me back," I heard Carla say, "I've got to go clean up a bit too. Bye."

She got up and headed out of her cubicle. Figuring she was headed to the restroom, I kept stroking my cock, remembering her, legs spread wide open, begging for a cock. Ah, I felt the pleasure wash through me and I leaned forward, spurting my sticky white cum into the trash can.

I was reaching for a paper towel when I heard a voice behind me say, "Next time let me know you're here and we can do a duet for my friend."

Turning my head, I caught a quick glimpse of Carla's sly smile as she turned and headed down the hall toward the restroom. I finished cleaning myself up and waited for her return, but after a few minutes, I heard two voices from that direction. Spying over the top of my cubicle, I saw Carla walking up the corridor with a man.

Seeing me, she paused at my cubicle and said, "John, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is my boyfriend John. Can you believe it, he came up here without even calling me, just to surprise me."

I reached out my hand and said, "Nice to meet you John. Carla, I'm gonna head on out now, have a nice rest of the weekend."

"You too," she said, mouthing the words "Thank you," to me as her boyfriend was walking towards her cube.

I grabbed my things and headed to the elevators, wondering what other surprising secrets Carla might have to explore.

A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 02



I had anticipated a surprise from Carla, but not something so quickly. Within a week of my little voyeuristic experience, watching her on a phone sex call and getting caught in the process I found a note on my desk from her. Not entirely sure what to expect, I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the note, noticing what appeared to be a photograph fall face down onto my desk.

A bit nervous at what might be on the photograph I decided to read her note before looking at the picture. I unfolded the single page and glanced over her handwriting. It was very neat, with easy flowing curves, looking like she took her time writing it. Looking closer, I began to read:

Marcus,

What a surprise last Sunday. I could turn you in for jacking off at your cubicle, but then, of course you could do the same for me. I am not sure exactly what to say now, but, after my initial shock, I was quite turned on that you watched, especially when I saw how it inspired you.

Anyway Mister, the coin has turned. I plan to be up here on Sunday and will look for you to be here also, so when I decide to peek back through that peep hole of yours I'll get to watch your performance. I wasn't sure if you had someone to talk to on the phone to get worked up, so I sent along a picture of me doing what you watched me doing last Sunday. Maybe the picture will help you remember watching me.

I look forward to seeing you this Sunday. Mmm... I'm wet just thinking about it.

Sincerely,

Carla

PS: Thanks again for not mentioning anything to my boyfriend. He's not real adventurous and would not be happy with my telephone or any other play.

I carefully folded the note and slipped it back into the envelope. Only then did I pick up the photograph and take a look. Yes, it was Carla, but in the picture she was completely naked. Her legs were open in a position similar to the one she was in when I watched her masturbate on Sunday. Wanting to take in everything, I stared at the photo. Her breasts sagged a bit, but the nipples turned slightly upward, making them appear a bit larger than she had seemed wearing her clothes.

Her short blond hair left her beautiful, supple neck completely exposed and I imagined running my tongue down the neck to her breasts. Glancing downward, I saw the dark patch of hair that showed her natural hair color (a dark brunette). The hair was thick and curly, but looked very soft. I wondered what it might feel like on my chin.

Her clit was exposed, poking out between her lips, which she held open with one hand while she had what looked like three fingers shoved deep into her pussy. I noticed a bit of light sparkle on her knuckle, wet from her juices. Judging by how hard my cock was already, I knew this would be ample inspiration on Sunday.

I had the inspiration, but I wasn't sure exactly how I might respond knowing I was being watched by a stranger. Yeah, I knew Carla, but that was just at work, anything else and she was basically a complete stranger to me. Feeling a bit self conscious, I noticed my cock shrinking. I hope this didn't happen on Sunday.

Carla acted pretty normal the rest of the week, only talking to me a few times. She said nothing about the note in our conversations, but whenever we passed each other in the hall she gave me a look that would get my cock to moving and me to squirming to hide the tent in my pants. Finally, late in the afternoon on Friday, she came to my desk and asked, "Are you working this Sunday?"

"I've pretty much caught up on my project, but I do need to work something out, so I'll definitely be in."

"I guess I'll see you then," she said, with a heavy emphasis on the "see."

After an incredibly long Saturday, I finally found myself driving into the office for another Sunday work day. Of course, this was not just any Sunday, so I was up extra early and in just a few minutes I walked into the building and rode the elevator up to my floor.

In spite of my arriving early, I noticed the top of Carla's head as I walked over to my cubicle( , ) so when I sat down I coughed loudly and then reached to the loose piece of trim at the corner of my cubicle, moving it out of the way. I opened a drawer and found the photograph of Carla.

Looking at her naked, as she masturbated, immediately brought back memories of last Sunday and almost immediately my cock got hard. I wore only a loose fitting pair of gym shorts and my jockey underwear so I would quickly undress and dress. Standing up, I pulled off my shorts and underwear and sat back down.

Positioning myself so I knew Carla had a good view of the action, I made a ring with the index finger and thumb of my right hand and slid it back and forth just over the head, letting the sensations run through my cock to my balls. Once I began hearing the wet, clicking sound of the pre-cum at the tip of my cock, I took my entire fist, wrapped it around the shaft and stroked toward the head, milking the pre-cum into a pool. A droplet then ran down over my fingers and I heard what sounded like a moan from the other side of the cubicles.

Looking back at the picture I then began stroking my cock in earnest, moving my hand faster and faster, lifting my hips from the chair to give my hand free reign over the entire length of me. I slipped my left hand into my shirt and ran it over my hard nipple, teasing and then pinching it.

A pressure then began building in my balls as waves of pleasure moved down my cock when, yes... yes, it was there. I came, with my cum shooting up onto my stomach in a small arch, pooling there. Changing the grip on my cock, I then stroked just the shaft, leaving the overly sensitive head alone, while I spurted two more times. Slowing my motion, if finished by milking the last droplets from my cock, letting the cum ooze into the warm pool on my stomach.

I waited a few minutes like that, making sure Carla got a good view before taking some napkins and cleaning up. I then pulled on my shorts and tossed the cum filled paper into the trash.

Then wondering what Carla was doing, I leaned forward and peeked through the small crack. She was gone!

"Ah, I told you it was my turn today," I heard her say from behind me. I turned to see her fully clothed and smiling. "I must admit, it was a nice performance. That's the first time I ever really watched someone like that. I mean, I walked in on my brothers a few times, but I never watched a complete performance like that."

"I'm glad you liked it, your performance last week was a wonderful inspiration. What is next on our agenda?"

"I'll need to think on that, but keep next Sunday open on your calendar. I've got to run now, see you tomorrow."

"Good bye, have a nice day."

I watched her walk to the elevators, wondering what might be in store for next Sunday.



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 03



Well, after another busy week at work I once again found myself working on the weekend, which after the last few Sundays, was not a bad thing. Considering my recent escapades watching and being watched, by Carla, I was really looking forward to working this Sunday. Though the week Carla had been hinting at something special, so I made sure I got to work early and got ready for whatever Carla bought to the table, or I should say cubicle.

Once again, I dressed appropriately, with some shorts that were easy to take off and put back on. It was usually quite dead on Sundays (with the exception of our peeking sessions), but there was always the chance some might come through the office, so we had to be prepared for a quick cleanup.

After about thirty minutes or so, I heard the bell announcing the arrival of the elevator to my floor, so I figured Carla had made it. I sat quietly, waiting as patiently as I could. Oddly, she was not alone, I could hear her talking to someone while she walked down the long passageway between the cubicles.

Wondering if perhaps she had forgotten or simply ran into a co-worker whose decision to work this Sunday would ruin Carla's and my cubicle rendezvous, I listened to see if I could pick up any of the conversation.

"...no one will be up here. And if they are, my cubicle is way in the back. They won't know a thing," I heard Carla say.

"But if we get caught you'll be in a lot of trouble," I heard a male voice say.

"You just let me worry about that," she replied as she stepped into her cubicle.

Watching through the small opening at the intersection of our cubicles, I saw Carla and her boyfriend John. Wondering if I should really be eavesdropping on them, I kept peeking through the opening.

Carla immediately pulled John all the way into the cubicle and then kneeled in front of him, unzipping his pants. I could see she had positioned herself to give me the best possible view of her, as she slipped John's cock into her mouth.

"But what if some one sees us?" John pleaded.

"Shh... just en...," Carla mumbled with his dick still in her mouth.

I immediately slipped my shorts and underwear to the floor and began stroking my erection as Carla continued sliding her mouth up and down over the head of John's cock, slurping loudly. By now he was no longer worried about getting caught, he was too busy pumping his hips back and forth, driving his cock into Carla's mouth.

I could see she knew what she was doing, sliding one hand up and down his shaft while twisting it in a somewhat circular motion, while her mouth moved over his head and partway down the shaft. She was simultaneously able to excite his cock and control how deep into her mouth he shoved himself.

Well, John was no marathon man for sure, and long before I was anywhere close to coming, I watched him arch his back and come. Carla was great, letting just enough of his cum to dribble back out onto his cock so I could watch her slurp it back up as she finished him off. When she finished she looked directly at the joint between cubicles and licked her fingers for me.

Though I was flogging away, I still wasn't close to finishing so it was a relief to see Carla sit in a chair and scoot up near the cubicle. With a whisper, she let John know it was her turn and then she hiked up her skirt, exposing that beautiful pussy I had peeked at before.

I had seen Carla working that incredible pussy, but seeing John's tongue move up and down the slit and seeing the pink lips blossom in their sparkling glory was an incredible sight. I now slowed my pumping as I felt myself getting close to coming.

John dipped his tongue deep into her pussy and I imagined what she might taste like. Just the thought of tasting her drove me over the edge and I spurted cum into the wad of paper I placed in the trash can between my legs. After the first few spurts, the cum dribbled over my fingers and down the shaft of my cock.

I kept watching, as John moved his tongue to Carla's clit and then slipped two fingers into her wet cunt. She began lifting her hips, pushing up onto his face, moaning loudly until she came. John pulled his head back but left his fingers inside her and I imagined what it must feel like to feel the walls of her cunt pulsing on my fingers.

Figuring they were finished, I cleaned up and pulled on my shorts. In just a few minutes I had covered all traces of my solo exercise with the possible exception of the smell of my cum that seemed to hang in the air. I could always explain that the cleaning lady had used some Comet in cleaning my desk and that what the smell was.

I heard some moaning coming from Carla's cubicle and peeked back through the opening. John was seated in the chair and Carla had straddled him, moving up and down over his cock. She had positioned herself so I had the perfect view of all the wet action and I was ready to begin stroking myself again when I heard the elevator bell. Carla and John were a bit too distracted to hear anything at the moment, so I got up and moved toward the elevator.

Shit, it was Michael, Carla's supervisor! "Hey Mike," I said loudly, "you know I thought I saw an important fax come in for you."

"Hey Marcus," he replied. "What did you do with it?"

"Well it was still coming out of the machine when I saw it. We might want to check on it," I replied, standing directly in front of him so that he would either have to move to walk around me or turn and head to the fax machine. Fortunately he headed toward the fax. I followed closely behind him.

"There's no fax here for me," he said after going through a large stack of documents.

"Are you sure?" I asked, taking the documents from him and flipping through them very slowly. "Hmm... I guess it wasn't for you. I'm sorry, I could have sworn I saw something for you in there."

As we walked back toward the cubicles I asked him loudly, "So Mike, what brings you in on a Sunday?"

"I forgot to sign a few documents. Is Carla here?"

"Carla," I said loudly, "I don't know, I just got here myself. I went and checked the faxes and then I saw you get off the elevator."

Just then Carla walked out into the corridor and said, "Hey Mike, yeah I'm here. I stopped by to finish up a bit of work. After that, John and I were going out to eat. Hey Marcus, I didn't know you were here," She continued, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I just got here myself, just a little while ago."

"Mike, do you need anything from me? If not, I think John and I'll head out to eat."

"Well, those papers I needed to sign?"

"On your desk and ready to go," she answered efficiently.

"Oh, okay. Well enjoy your lunch," Michael said.

"I'll talk to you on Monday," Carla said to me as she took John's hand and led him toward the elevator. I headed back to my cubicle, sat down at my desk and sighed. Wow, these Sundays were getting more and more interesting. 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 04



It had been several weeks since I had worked over time, or I should say it had been several weeks since I had worked overtime at the same time Carla did. I didn't expect to spend much more time peeking back and forth through our cubicles after Carla's last performance. Watching her so thoroughly fuck her boyfriend right here in the office, knowing that she knew I was watching her the whole time was an incredible turn on. I mean hell, I was close to coming without even touching myself, the action was so hot.

The whole incredible situation would have left me pining for more except that just as everyone was coming, Carla's boss, the division's Vice President came walking into the cubicle area looking for her. Fortunately I was able to clean up, zip up and head him off just seconds before he barreled into the middle of Carla and her boyfriend as they disengaged from some of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed.

Though I was only able to distract the Vice President for just a few moments, Carla was able to get it together enough so he didn't suspect anything. Returning to my cubicle, I was amazed as she carried on a normal conversation with her boss.

After such a close call, I understood her reluctance to attempt another in office escapade and I really didn't expect anything else to happen. After filing our previous encounters, well I guess really observations, away under fun while it lasted, I didn't figure to have much more contact with Carla.

Imagine my surprise when I saw her hand reach over the top of the cubicle and drop a folded piece of paper. Wondering what was happening, I immediately grabbed and unfolded the paper, reading the note inside:

Hey,

I've missed our little shows. I don't know what it is, but feeling you watching me just... we'll I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Take a peek and see..."

Take a peek? Damn, it was right in the middle of a workday! I leaned forward, carefully pulled the corner trim aside and peeked in the narrow opening between cubicles. She had worn one of those knee length skirts that had a split in them. Well, the skirt was neatly folded open, her legs were spread apart and her pussy seemed to sparkle with moisture.

I immediately picked up the phone and dialed her extension number.

"Hello," she answered in almost a moan.

"Are you crazy? There are people all around us!"

"Yes I know. Isn't it exciting?"

"Exciting? We could... you could get caught," I answered.

"I know, like last time."

"Last time? If I didn't step in last time, you'd have been caught."

"Yes, that's true."

"They'd have fired you!"

"Perhaps, but they didn't catch me, but I do realize you saved me. You know, I never really thanked you for that."

"But..."

"Peek back through the opening there and I'll see if I can't show you my appreciation."

"Your apprec....?" I looked back between the cubicles and saw her sink two fingers deep into her pussy, slowly withdrawing them. She then moved them, glistening in her wetness, up to her mouth. Slipping them between her lips, she moaned into the phone.

"Do you like that? I mean when I penetrate myself, or do you prefer when I touch my clit... like this," she whispered into the phone as she moved her fingers back between her legs onto her clit. "You like that?"

"Yes," was all I could say.

"Hmm... It feels so good, especially with you watching. Will you tell me something?"

"Of course."

"Are you hard?"

"Oh yes," I replied, moving my hand down to the tent in my pants and gently squeezing myself.

"Did I make you hard?"

"You made me so hard."

"Immmin...," she moaned, her breath now noticeably harder. "Do you want to come while you watch me?'

"Yes, but I... I..., Wait, someone's..." Before I could finish, Carla quickly fixed her skirt back over her lap an turned, bringing her legs together as Angie, one of Carla's administrative assistants, stepped into Carla's cubicle.

I carefully hung up the phone, adjusted my erection and tried to remember what I was doing before... well before Carla distracted me. I moved my mouse to get rid of my screen saver and waited for the password prompt to appear. As I started typing in my password, my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Take a peek now."

I immediately looked back through the opening and saw Carla's pussy, once again beautifully displayed for me. I also noticed something else, Carla wasn't alone!

"Someone's there," I whispered urgently.

"Yes, Angie agreed to be my lookout, isn't that sweet?"

"Lookout?"

"Yeah, now I can continue without any distraction," she said sliding her fingers slowly up between her lips. I took a deep breath through my nose, wanting desperately to catch a whiff of her fragrance. "Oh yes, this is good, see how I'm touching myself?"

I noticed how she held her clit firmly at the top with her thumb as she took the fingers from her other hand and slid them over the glistening knob. Her fingers then returned to her wet opening, probing it just enough to pick up a bit of lubrication and then returning up to the clit.

"You like being touched like that?" I asked, feeling the ache between my legs.

"Oh yes, if only... well, if only I could reach it with my tongue."

"Yes," I answered, wishing I could reach her with my own tongue. "My tongue," I whispered.

"Your tongue? Yes your tongue on me, here..." she paused, her index finger touching the side of her clit, "and here..." again pausing, this time with a finger pushed deep inside herself. "Oh yes, yes... I'm coming."

Fuck, she came right there, surrounded by co-workers, all busy with their jobs. She came while Angie and I watched her raise her hips, spreading her legs from one corner of her worktop to the other, her fingers pushed deep into her wet cunt.

Shaking, I hung up the phone, adjusted my cock once again, and tried to get back to work. In a few moments I noticed another slip of paper fall onto my desk. Opening up the noted I read:

"Wow, that was incredible. I talked to Angie and she agreed to act as lookout for you next week if you're game. Let me know, I'll be wet and waiting for your reply."

I gently folded up the paper and put it in my shirt pocket. I then carefully replaced the cubicle trim, adjusted my erection once again and began daydreaming about next week.



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 05



It was my turn, I knew it. In some way it excited me,but, I kept asking myself, "Have I gone too far with this?" Initially it had been some relatively harmless fun on the weekend, when the building was nearly empty. Even when Carla brought in her lover, it all happened on a Sunday, so even if she got caught, she could possibly explain it away. She could have simply said the two of them had been working, took a break and got carried away.

But now, Carla had actually masturbated to orgasm at work, in the middle of a work day, with a lot of people in the surrounding cubicles. I'd seen it, hell, I watched it from the first dip of her finger into her wet opening, through the incredible clit teasing, to a full out orgasm. It was so beautiful, so exciting to watch and honestly, so incredibly fucking crazy.

Carla had waited patiently for me, as I worked through Monday and Tuesday afraid even too look toward the corner of my cubicle from where she'd watch me. By Wednesday I had hoped that she had perhaps dropped it, figuring it was simply too dangerous. I mean, for a woman, you simply rearrange a couple folds of skirt and basically all evidence is concealed, but for a guy, damn... it's a bit more complicated.

Between the zippers, the underwear, and the obvious bulge of the erection, and if the session carried on long enough, then there was the cum... I mean, cleaning it up, keeping it from staining your pants, or shirt, or the bit of ooze that leaves the embarrassing spot on your pants, or the tiny drop on your shoe you don't notice for an hour or so. Carla could easily cover herself up in the time it took for someone to move down the short corridor between cubicles. I, on the other hand, had no chance if getting things together in that time.

By midday on Wednesday, it looked like she had dropped it all and I began to relax some. Thinking we might share a peek on another weekend, I didn't think a whole lot about it, I mean, surely we'd be back working overtime in the next few months and could play around then. I finished out the day on Wednesday convinced the escalation of this "thing" had stopped.

I kept busy throughout the morning on Thursday, so busy that I didn't notice when Angie, Carla's assistant showed up at my cubicle. One moment I was typing away and then next, I nearly fell out of my chair, startled when she whispered to me.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Carla wanted me to remind you about today's luncheon meeting."

"Yeah, I planned to go with Ralph."

"Well, actually she thought it might be a good time to ah... well... ah... I mean, I didn't plan to go, so I could be lookout for you."

"You mean she wanted..." I paused at mid-thought, "Yes, that could work," I finished my thought silently. I looked back at Angie and replied, "Tell her, yes, I'll give it a go when most of the people clear out for the meeting."

"She heard you I imagine and to tell the truth, most of the people are going now."

I stood up and sure enough, I watched as several people hurried from their cubicles and offices toward the elevators. "I guess you're right. You said Carla was ready."

"I'm ready," I heard Carla whisper through the small opening at the corner of our cubicles.

Turing to face the corner and give Carla the best view, I quickly unzipped and eased my still flaccid cock out of my pants. Quickly grabbing a couple paper napkins from my desk for cleanup, I reached down and took hold of myself with the thumb and middle finger of my right hand. I then reached my left hand up to my shirt, unbuttoned a button and reached in to find my nipple.

Between the manipulations on my cock and the circling of my fingertip over my nipple, I quickly became erect and then cupped my hand and slid it up and down over my full length. Though it was not as comfortable( , ) jacking off through a zipper hole, I could feel the waves of pleasure rolling down my shaft and I quickened my pace. Getting closer and closer, I thought I heard Carla moan. Fuck, that turned me on and yeah, it was nearly there, my hands sliding over the glans and then down the long shaft, feeling so good...

"Hey, I thought we were going to the luncheon together," a voice called out from nearby.

I immediately looked over to Angie, but she had apparently moved to get a glimpse of me and didn't see Ralph coming back to get me. Fuck! I stood up so I could look over the cubicle and talk to Ralph, hopefully keeping him from coming around the side panel of my cubicle. I noticed Angie move a bit, blocking his way.

"Sorry Ralph, I meant to tell you, I can't go," I said, looking at him eye to eye above the top of the cubicle as my hard cock dangled freely over my desk, the pre-cum dripping on some of my papers.

"Okay man, but it's a free lunch, they don't come often."

"Yeah, maybe they'll have another one and we'll make that one."

"Okay, it's your loss. Hey Angie, you're not going either?"

"No, just too much happening here," she said, and I'd swear I could hear Carla giggling at Angie's response.

"See ya later then," Ralph said, looking back at me. He then turned and headed toward the elevators.

I collapsed into my chair and let out a long sigh. I started to zip up my pants when my phone rang.

"What are you doing, you didn't finish?"

"Carla, we nearly got caught."

"Yeah, God that turned me on, you should see how wet I am."

"It turned you on?" I asked.

"Just look."

I leaned forward and glanced through the tiny opening. Carla had her skirt pulled up over her hips and her beautiful, glistening pussy was fully exposed. Looking over a sight like that I did the only thing that seemed natural, I reached back for my cock.

Easing back down into my chair I continued, turned on by that view of Carla's pussy and also by the idea of Angie watching me. I watched myself as the head of my cock appeared and disappeared into my fist. Yeah, I felt it, the pressure in my balls, the deep sensations traveling the length of my shaft and yes... yes, I was coming...

"You didn't miss a thing man, the luncheon's cancelled," I heard Ralph's voice come from across the office area.

Shit! I slid forward in my chair trying to catch all the spurting cum in small paper napkins. Angie quickly disappeared as Ralph turned the corner of the cubicle.

"Man, what's wrong with you?"

There I was, pulled tight against my desk, both hands dabbing wildly trying to clean up the cum that had splashed all over my pants.

"I don't know Ralph, something I ate maybe."

"You need any help?"

"No, no, just give me a minute, I'll be okay."

"Better be quick, here comes your boss. Hey Mac, how are you doing?"

"I'm good Ralph, is your buddy there?"

"Yeah, but he's... well indisposed at the moment."

"I got a meeting going and I need him in there. Marcus you okay?"

"Yeah Mac, I answered, just give me a few minutes."

"Okay, but I need you in there."

"Yeah, yeah, as soon as I can."

"Okay," he said.

In a moment I whispered, "Is he gone Ralph."

"Yeah, back in his office."

"Ralph, give me a minute here would you?"

"Yeah sure buddy."

"I mean alone Ralph."

"Oh, okay. Sorry, if you need anything..."

"I'll let you know."

When Ralph left, I pushed back from the desk and frantically tried to clean up. I noticed a couple of extra tissues come floating over the cubicle, a gift from Carla, I guessed. I also could smell Carla's perfume as if she were spraying it into the air. 

Finally with the help of Carla's extra tissues I got myself cleaned up enough to head over to Mac's meeting. Hopefully they would be using an overhead and the room would be dark.

I stood up and headed toward Mac's office, but Carla met me at the end of the cubicles. Grabbing my by the hand she pulled me aside and whispered, "God that was incredible! Watching you come while hearing all those people coming back, and all that come, I could see it even after Ralph got there. I smelled it too, that's why I sprayed my perfume."

"Look Carla..."

"Yes, yes I know what you're gonna say."

"Carla we've got to stop..."

"...we can't stop," her version echoing mine.

I stared at her, "Can't stop?"

"Wasn't it exciting?"

"Yes, but..."

"I mean you should see Angie, she practically ran to the ladies room. I'll bet she's masturbating right now."

"But I nearly got caught," I said.

She moaned and said dreamily, "Yes..."

"Look, we've got to talk about this, but I have a meeting to go to," I said, turning toward Mac's office.

"Marcus," she said seductively.

"Yes?"

I watched her squat down and run her index finger over the top of my shoe, scooping up a big gob of white cum and moving it to her mouth. She slowly sucked the finger while with the other hand, she took a tissue and wiped the remaining residue from my shoe.

Backing away I watched as she licked and sucked my cum from her finger. I finally turned and headed into the, thankfully, dark room of my boss' meeting, trying hard to erase that last image of Carla from my mind. 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 06



I couldn't take it any more, I just had to give it up. I came so close to getting caught literally with my pants down, not just once, but twice. Don't get me wrong, it was an incredible turn on to watch Carla as she masturbated, or did her boyfriend, and it was a turn on knowing she was watching me and getting turned on herself. But the last few weeks had been simply too risky, actually masturbating in open cubicle while surrounded by others as they worked was insane.

After leaving a message on Carla's voice mail and dropping a handwritten note asking her to call me, onto her desk, all I could do was wait. With images of Carla's fingers sliding through the wisps of her pubic hair, damp from her juices floating in my mind I tried to convince myself of the reasons. Well, they were pretty good reasons, loosing your job, being embarrassed in front of your friends and for some, the repercussions at home.

I hoped to talk Carla into going back to coming in on Sundays for the exhibitions. It was incredible when she and her boyfriend did it there in her cubicle. Even when I did it by myself for her was pretty exciting. But damn, these last two sessions were simply too dangerous. I hoped I could convince Carla to get back to something a bit less risky.

My phone rang just before lunch and I answered, still pondering exactly what to say. Considering that most anyone in the general vicinity was going to hear the conversation, I was going to have to speak in a bit of code in order to keep our secret a secret.

"Marcus, you asked me to call," came Carla's voice.

"Yes, I just want to let you know I couldn't attend anymore of our meetings," I replied, confident she'd get my drift and either stop our little shows altogether, or else talk a little more seriously about coming in on the weekend.

"Gosh, I'm sorry Marcus, but today's meeting had already been confirmed. In fact I was about to send you an email confirming it."

"You know I'm not talking about just any meeting, our meetings..."

"Yes, I know which meetings we are talking about, but Angie is already on the way and I'll be holding the meeting with or without you."

"But..."

"Sorry, got to run Marcus, Angie is here."

"But wait..." the phone went silent before I could finish.

I quickly grabbed the trim hiding our peek hole and pulled it aside. Angie was standing there, her skirt pulled up above her hips and her legs spread wide apart as Carla kneeled in front of her. Angled so I had a perfect view, Carla moved her head slowly forward lightly kissing Angie's pussy lips.

Immediately standing up, I looked Angie in the face. She remained expressionless, as if she was simply standing in Carla's cubicle while Carla was on the phone. Sitting down and peeking back through the opening, I watched Carla's tongue slide deep into Angie's wet opening and then slide upward to her clit. I stood back up again and looked back at Angie, who smiled at me, but showed no sign of what Carla was doing to her.

While still standing, I glanced around the office, and although there was a general bustle of activity in the cubicles in our area, no one was moving toward Carla and Angie, so for now, the coast looked clear. I felt my hands shaking as I peeked back through the opening. By now, Carla had grabbed Angie's ass with both hands and by moving her head back and forth, was fucking her with her tongue.

It was odd watching Carla's long, thin tongue plunge in and out of Angie's cunt, while her nose ground into the dark, curly pubic hair. I could swear I could hear the slurping, but Carla and Angie carried on oblivious to any noise.

"You going to lunch today?" a voice came from behind me.

"What?" I spun in my chair, "Oh Ralph, you startled me."

"What you doing there?" he asked.

"Nothing... oh nothing, to be honest, I think you caught me nodding off here."

"Damn, sleeping on the job, better not get caught doing that."

"Yeah, for sure."

"Well, what about lunch?"

"Nah," I replied, "I think I'll just stick around here."

"Suit yourself. Hey Angie, you doing lunch?"

I stood up and watched Angie shrug her shoulders and then shake her head, "No."

"Okay, what about Carla?"

Angie shook her head again.

"We'll it looks like I'm on my own," Ralph said, heading back out toward the main corridor.

I quickly sat back down and peeked through the hole. Carla was lapping Angie's pussy, running her tongue from her cunt, all the way up her slit and onto her clit. She lapped her again and again, until Angie fell back onto Carla's chair, clenching her mouth shut and came in complete silence.

While her face had remained somewhat expressionless and she came in silence, her entire body seemed to convulse as she bent her back and then arched it, backward and forward. Carla pulled her head away from Angie's pussy, but had burrowed three fingers deep into her cunt. Her hand moved as Angie did, sliding all over the chair.

When Angie finally calmed, Carla slowly withdrew her fingers, licked them one by one and then blew me a kiss. A moment later I heard her talking on the phone while giving Angie some instructions regarding a report due that afternoon.

My cock stayed hard for the longest time, in fact, I had to skip lunch. Only after concentrating on a few reports for at least ten, fifteen minutes did my erection subside. Damn, what was I going to do? 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 07



I needed to talk to Carla, things were simply going too fast, what had been a simple, interesting diversion had grown into something huge. We had gone from some "after hours" voyeuristic masturbation, to sex scenes involving other workers in the middle of the work day. Carla opened herself and the company up to potential sexual harassment lawsuits, with involving Angie, a subordinate. I was right in the middle of it too.

The sad thing about it all was, beyond our shared escapades, I really knew nothing about her. I mean we worked in two different divisions in the company, so I didn't really have a clue about what she did at work and we never really talked outside of making arrangements to watch each other have sex. I had heard her talking on the phone with a boyfriend while she let me watch her masturbate that first time and then I saw her at her cubicle with another guy that wasn't her boyfriend. Beyond that I had no idea about her personal life, hell, she could have been married to another guy, I couldn't have known.

On the off chance that she might be in working over the weekend, I drove into work on a Sunday and headed up to our floor. Stepping out of the elevator I noted that the lights weren't on over the open cubicle areas, but that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't there. Often, if only a few people were at work, we'd leave the bright overhead lights off and just use the task lighting at the cubicles.

I quietly walked the long corridor that wrapped around the perimeter of the cubicle maze, listening for Carla, or anyone for that matter. There didn't seem to be anyone there and when I reached my area and entered the maze( , ) I confirmed that at least in my small corner, no one was working.

Sitting down at my desk, I removed the trim covering to the peek hole into Carla's cubicle and looked, but she wasn't there. Without really looking around, I replaced the trim and decided to write her an email. Since it was company email, subject to review by pretty much anyone with security clearance, I would have to be careful how I worded it.

Waiting for my computer to boot up, I ran though what I wanted to say, carefully translating it into "office code" so if anyone else read the email, it would sound like typical office correspondence. I decided to make the email short, so when my computer finally got started and I entered the company's email system. I wrote just a few short sentences, basically saying that we needed to talk before scheduling any more meetings. Yeah, I had tried that before, but I didn't dare go into much more detail in company email.

I finished up and then entered her email address and hit send. I then looked around my desk and straightened up a few things, and since I really didn't have that much to do the next day, I turned back to my computer to shut it down. Strangely, I had received an email. Hoping Carla was perhaps checking her email from home or something, I looked closer. The email was from the system, indicating a problem in an email I sent and upon opening it, it indicated that the address I sent Carla's email to was "unknown." 

"How strange," I thought, as I opened the email I had sent and checked the address. Yes, it was correct, so I copied what I wrote, opened a new email message, pasted the message in and then carefully typed in Carla's email address again. As a check, I then entered my email address in the blind copy line and hit send.

I immediately received my blind copy, so then I waited for a moment or two to be sure Carla's copy got through. After a couple of minutes I decided that this time the email worked and moved to shut down the machine when suddenly I received an email. Yes, once again I got the system message about an "unknown" address. 

"What the hell?" I murmured. Angie! Yes, of course. I quickly typed up an email, asking Angie if she had any problems contacting Carla. I then looked up Angie's address and hit send. In just over two minutes I received an email, another system email, this time saying that Angie's email address was "unknown."

Damn, I began to feel uneasy about everything, but all I could do was get my stuff together and head back home. I didn't have Carla's or Angie's home phone numbers and though I could have looked them up in the phone book, ( I ) wasn't really sure I should call them. Hopefully, I could get it all figured out at work on Monday.

I spent a fitful night, worrying and wondering what might have happened with Carla and Angie. Remembering the sight of Carla's tongue plunging back and forth into Angie's pussy, or just the incredible, sensual beauty of Carla slowly, delicately running her finger from her wet opening, up her slit to the knob of her clit, I couldn't help but get an erection, in spite of my concern.

Sometime during the night I did drift to sleep because the next thing I remember is waking to a blaring radio. I quickly got ready for work and headed into the office, still worrying about Carla and Angie. As soon as I arrived, I headed straight to my cubicle and pulled aside the trim at our peek hole. Carla's work area appeared completely empty.

I stood up to walk over to her area and confirm everything had been cleared out, but ran into Ralph.

"Marcus, you hear about Carla and Angie, fucking incredible."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Both fired, got caught having sex in the office, can you believe it? Better yet, it was during work hours. Hell Marcus, Carla and Angie are having sex during work and you're over here falling asleep."

"Fired? When did it happen?"

"Sometime late Friday, they even had security escort them out."

"Did you see it?" I asked.

"No, I left early like you. Morgan called me, he saw it all. Real embarrassing I hear, Carla had a towel over her head when she left."

I moved back into my cubicle and fell into my chair. "Damn."

"You know, I bet it was that time I asked Angie to lunch, you remember."

I shook my head, still dazed.

"Yeah, I asked you first, but you couldn't go, so I saw Angie just standing there in Carla's cubicle. I asked her, but she just shook her head... it seemed so strange. I'll bet it was then. You know I would never take Carla or Angie for dykes."

Holding my head in my hands all I could say was, "Ralph, just leave, would you please just leave for a while?"

"Whatever you say... hey you game for lunch today?"

"I don't know Ralph, I don't know." I had to think, I just had to think. 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 08



Epilogue

My work day was a mess, I couldn't get Carla off my mind. I couldn't help feeling responsible somewhat, even though I tried to convince her to be cautious. I, also, wondered if somehow I might have been caught up in all this and was about to be fired myself. Hell, I was involved all along, even after I told her I wanted to stop, I did watch as Carla kneeled before Angie, eating her pussy.

I was able to avoid Ralph and most everyone else for the entire day and thankfully, before too long I was able to grab my stuff and head out to the parking garage. Typically I left before most of my co-workers would leave because I got in a bit earlier, so as I walked toward my car, no one was nearby.

No one except for... a woman... no not just any woman, Carla. Carla was approaching me wearing a long coat.

"Carla, what happened? I'm so glad to see you."

"I needed to see you Marcus."

"You did? I hope you don't think I turned..."

"No, no," she whispered, holding a finger to my lips. "I needed to see you about something else."

I was following her now, apparently toward a dark colored car in the far back corner of the garage. "What else?"

Reaching the car, she turned and said, "I don't mind what happened, I'd do it again if I could."

"But you lost your job."

"It didn't matter, Angie and I had planned to leave to form our own company anyway. This way I got to live out a fantasy and we just leave a bit earlier."

"What do you want from me?"

"It was hot wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was while it lasted."

"Well it was so hot that I decided I needed to do more than just watch you, I needed to feel you. So," she pulled the coat apart and tossed it on the car behind her, "I'm here to feel you."

I immediately reached out to her breasts, grabbing them and raising them to my face. Turning my head back and forth, letting her nipples play across my face. It was warm in the garage, but her nipples stood out hard and firm as I ran my tongue around and over them.

Carla moved back, leaning back onto her coat on the car hood and I followed, crawling up to kneel over her. I could feel the heat from the engine envelope both of us and I watched as beads of sweat began to glisten on Carla's body.

I had never really gotten a good look at her before, squinting through the tiny peek hole, but now, kneeling above her I looked, drinking in her breasts with huge areolas and nipples, her waist, with a small, but not unattractive bulge leading to the soft mound of hair above her beautiful pussy. I climbed back to the floor and stood, gazing at her pussy, the nub of her clit, peeking from between her swollen lips.

Pausing only a moment to pull off my clothes, I returned to the beautiful, delicate curving lips, moving my mouth to them and lightly kissing, taking in her fragrance, an earthy, scent that enticed me to taste. I slipped my tongue into her folds and pressed it into her wetness. The sharp, tangy taste of her made my cock twitch as I pushed deep inside. Then, slowly lapping my tongue upward, I followed her slit, gently opening her lips as I went until I reached her clit.

My face hovered just above her so she could feel only the lightest touch of my tongue on her sensitive clit and I fluttered my tongue, back and forth. Feeling her move beneath me, I slowly began to press my tongue harder to her clit, while moving a finger to her wet opening. Slipping her clit between my lips, I let my finger tease her cunt, penetrating only slightly and then withdrawing.

The teasing seemed to be working because Carla began to raise her hips in unison with my slight penetrations, forcing my finger deeper and deeper into her. She seemed to wiggle a bit as she raised her hips, causing her clit to slide a little more between my lips and tongue.

I slipped a second and then a third finger into her as she flailed herself beneath me faster and faster. The combined wetness from my mouth and her pussy was creating a loud slurping sound that seemed to echo through the garage, at least until Carla groaned very loudly and cried, "I'm coming, eat me, eat me, I'm coming!"

It was only then I heard another moan, a more muffled one that seemed to come from... inside the car? Looking at the windshield, I noticed it was heavily fogged, but I could see a face inside. It was Angie, sitting behind the wheel, watching us from the very start. I moved my lips from Carla's clit and rested my head on her thigh while leaving my fingers burrowed deep inside her, feeling the pulsations squeeze and then release my fingers.

Staring through the windshield, I could see Angie's hand down between her legs, where she had been fucking herself as she watched Carla and me. She seemed to be resting from her own orgasm or at least waiting for us to begin again.

Raising her hips, Carla extricated herself from my fingers and kneeled on the car, pushing me onto my back. Tossing one leg over me, she then grabbed my erection and held it firm as she lowered herself onto me. All I could do was watch and feel as she slowly, deliciously took me inside her body.

Remembering all those times I watched her, dreaming of feeling my cock inside her, I savored the wet warmth as she flowed over me, enclosing me in the soft walls of her cunt. She moved, grinding herself on me, raising up and then descending down onto me, again and again, each time drawing me closer and closer to exploding.

Turning my head, I could see Angie, working her fingers over and into herself as she watched Carla fuck me in a slow motion ballet. I looked back to Carla as she clenched her teeth grinding her clit against me and then closed her eyes in climax.

It was more than I could contain and I felt the waves of pleasure jolt though me, down the length of my shaft, into my balls and back again as I spurted my cum deep into her cunt, splashing her again and again. I could even hear Angie as she came again, perfectly timing herself to Carla's and my orgasm.

Carla then collapsed upon me and we stayed joined together, our sweat mingling as our cum mingled inside her until my cock shrank enough to slip out of her. We climbed down from her car and I helped Carla back into the jacket and then got dressed. Angie climbed out of the car and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"Well, we just go on...," Carla answered. "Angie and I continue working on our company and you go back to work."

"But what if they..."

"They don't suspect you. What got Carla and I had nothing to do with you, in fact it wasn't even on our floor."

"Where?"

"Well, it's not all that important, but just be assured that no one knows of your involvement with Angie and I. Nothing will happen to you."

"So we just say goodbye?"

"For now at least, but considering your leaning toward dangerous sex, we will be calling you. You never know when we'll need a third."

"So it's not goodbye?"

"No, that cock of yours feels too good to say goodbye too," Carla replied, "and besides, who knows, Angie may want a taste one of these days."

I looked up at Angie who only shrugged and smiled.

"Well then, let's just say, 'Farewell for now'," I replied, giving Angie a soft kiss on the cheek and then grabbing Carla and pulling her to me for a long, deep kiss.

"Yes... yes," Carla said, catching her breath after our kiss, "Farewell for now."

I turned and walked to my car wondering if I would ever see them again. 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 09



From: Carla Anton
To: Marcus Thornton
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Subject: St. Louis

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Received:  September 7th, 2006  6:58:08 pm CDT

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Marcus:

Hey, I bet you didn't expect to hear from me again.  Yeah, yeah I should have just slipped away from the company and disappeared, but after finally touching you when we were in the parking garage, I knew I couldn't just walk away.  I hope you feel the same way about it all.

I knew I had better stay away from you so the company didn't tie you into everything, I mean I felt bad enough that Angie lost her job.  But Angie is fine now, she is traveling with me.  She says she wanted to leave the company, so I guess things worked out okay.  We both had some money set aside, so we're gonna take a few months off and do some traveling.  When we get back we'll see if we can pull a business together.

Anyway, that's not really why I'm writing you.  When Angie and I decided to go on this trip we had something in mind, and seeing how much you enjoyed our scenes at work, well we just had to fill you in.  Although I am presently emailing you from our hotel room here in St. Louis, we had decided to "visit" the St. Louis Arch.

Well, we caught a cab that drove us along the waterway adjacent to the park, driving us past several casino barges moored to the shoreline there, we spotted a McDonalds Restaurant.  Like the casinos, the McDonalds was on a barge and built to resemble a riverboat.  Poor old Mark Twain must be twisting in his grave watching these folks cranking out the Big Macs on one of his riverboats.

So the cab drops us at the edge of the park and we walk up to this immense silver arch.  It is absolutely incredible, at the base, the structure is roughly a large square, but as it goes up the square twists some, like it was screwed into the ground.  It's like if I was facing in one direction and I leaned back, looking up at the sky, but then I twist my body, until my face is looking downward, while my feet are still turned outward.

Okay, okay, bad description, maybe I better send some pics, hopefully they will give you and idea of what I am talking about.  Well, to spare you more of the details, Angie and I decide to ride up to the top.  After a short wait in line, we climb into this... well they call it a train.  You see, with the curve of the building, you can't just ride an elevator straight up, you take this train.  Each "car" of the train holds just two people for the ride up.  Now this is not just any train, these "car" has to rotate otherwise the passengers would start in the "car" sitting upright, but by the time you reach the top, one passenger would be on their back, with the other passenger on top of them.

So Angie and I climb inside.  Well it's a small, white, egg shaped compartment, with two seats, each facing the other.  We sat so close together that Angie had to spread her legs so mine could fit between them.  There was a little window on one side, where the attendants kept peeking inside, making sure we were in and okay.

Angie and I were sitting there, waiting to start and she decides to lean back a bit, tugging her short skirt up just a bit.  I glance downwards and find that she is not wearing any panties.  Now the young attendant, who seems to have taken a fancy to Angie, keeps peeking in the little window, officiously touching his brow in greeting.  Well from his angle, he doesn't have the view that I do, so I whisper to Angie, "Hey, why not give your new friend a peek too?"

"You think he'll like it."

"Oh yeah, he'll have to take a break and sit down for a bit," I answered, picturing him helping some old granny into her seat, with a tent in his shorts.

Of course once I first caught a glimpse of Angie's pussy I could feel myself getting wet and I had to fight the urge to immediately dive in.  This little diversion with the attendant kept me from diving in right away.  Instead, I leaned back and simply looked at her.  She is beautiful and her pussy is as equally stunning.

Initially, all I could see was a soft triangle of hair and her delicate slit, but as she leaned back and opened her legs a bit wider, her inner lips began to emerge.  The pink curves were beautiful, reminding me of rose petals.  Letting my eyes move upward, I could see the slight hint of her clit just barely exposed.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and I leaned forward, licking my finger and sliding it down her rose petals and then slipping inside her.  She closed her eyes and moaned, just as our attendant checked on us again.

I can't help but laugh now; he peeked in the window, gave us that silly wave and then disappeared.  Just a moment later, his head slowly moved back to the window and he watched as I removed my finger from Angie's cunt and then brought it up to my lips.  I then wet two fingers in my mouth, tasting Angie's wetness and then moved back to her pussy, slipping two fingers into her.

I could see the guy almost drooling as I worked my fingers in and out of her beautiful cunt as my other hand reached for her clit.  I whispered, "Angie, check out your boyfriend."

She opened her eyes and spotted the poor, horny bastard plastered to the window.  I tell you, I suddenly felt a gush of wetness as I pushed a third finger into her and Angie came, lifting her hips up off the seat, spreading her legs as wide as she could inside the compartment.  No sooner than she came, but the train started moving, and our attendant slipped out of the window and we were encased in just a white light.

For the first few seconds, all I could see through the window was the metal wall and suddenly the tight space seemed to close on me.  Forgetting completely about Angie, I slipped my fingers out of her and clasped my hands.

Still recovering, she leaned forward, "Carla, what's wrong?"

"Claustrophobia," I answered, wringing my hands.

Just about then, the view through the window opened up and I would see an open stairwell, where apparently maintenance crews could climb up the arch.  With the open view, I could relax again and focus back on Angie.  

Oops, looks like it's dinner time, Angie's all dolled up and ready to go, so I better sign off here.  Look, let me know if you want me to keep you intimately informed about our trip or not.  If you do, I'll keep emailing, otherwise I'll just send a post card or two.

Bye for now...

Carla.

 
 
  



From: Marcus Thornton
To: Carla Anton
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Subject: St. Louis

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Received:  September 7th, 2006  8:32:48 pm CDT


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Carla,

Yes, please keep emailing your stories in the most intimate detail you want to send.  Just imagining you and Angie and her "friend" got me hard.  I'm looking for more.


Please write soon!

Marcus



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 10



From: Carla Anton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: St. Louis

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Received:  September 7th, 2006  9:43:56 pm CDT

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Marcus:

Hi, Angie and I went to a wonderful restaurant: Dierdorf and Hart or something like that.  I guess they were old football players, anyway, it was a nice steakhouse, but of course the portions were so large.  Actually Angie and I both got salads and then ordered a steak and split it.

Well once again, Angie made a "friend," well, more than a friend, swears she slipped off with him for a quick one while on a restroom break.  I don't know, I'll let her tell you that story, I've got to finish mine.

Claustrophobia... yes, I had been ready to climb out of that little train "car" when the view opened up and I felt okay again.  Well, better than okay because there was Carla, still with her legs spread apart, her pussy glistening from her first orgasm.  I grabbed her left leg and began kissing her ankle and then ran my tongue down along her calf, over her knee and up her soft thigh.  I moved slowly, teasing her a bit so by the time I was between her thighs, she was already breathing hard and thrusting her hips up to me.

I moved my face to into the damp, fragrant air by her pussy, letting her scent surround me.  Pausing just a moment I looked closely at her, her pussy gaping open, glistening in her juices, her pink lips fully blossomed.  Carla, unable to wait any longer grabbed my head and pulled me into her.  I pushed my tongue into her cunt, tasting her delightful, tangy flavor.

I could eat her all day, but not today, at least not here, the train was beginning to slow down a bit, so after tasting her, I dove at her clit, sucking it between my lips.  My hand moved to her pussy and I pushed three fingers into her working them around and then in and out.  She responded beautifully, without removing her hand from my head, she began thrusting her pussy into my face, covering me in her wetness.

"Yes, Carla, yes, your mouth feels so good on me," she groaned loudly, "do you like eating me?"

Well, with her clit sucked deep in my mouth, my tongue flipping over it, I couldn't answer, so I moaned a bit and nodded my head up and down.  Well, something about my nodding did something to her.

"Do that again, yeah, yeah... with your head.  Moving your head.... Oh yes, like that, like that, oh, oh."

Then she came as I continued shaking my head up and down, nodding, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." 

I was just beginning to pull away from between her legs when the train stopped and the doors slid open.  Angie quickly pulled her skirt down to cover herself, but as I turned to grab my purse and get some tissue to clean up my face a bit I noticed a helpful attendant staring at me.

"Oh, I ah... I slipped," I said, smiling foolishly.

"Hear, let me help you Ma'am," he replied, reaching out his hand.  Not thinking, I reached to him with my right hand and let him pull me up and out of the "car".  I noticed him subtlety wiping his hand on his shorts and remembered that was the hand I was pushing in and out of Angie's pussy.

Anyway, the guy then helped Angie out, who was absolutely glowing pink in her afterglow and was a bit wobbly.  I stepped up and took her arm commenting to the guy, "It's okay, just a touch of claustrophobia."

He looked strangely at me, nodded and then moved to another "car".  Angie and I walked toward the tiny observation windows, but as I glanced back I noticed he was still watching us.

"Damn, you'd think he'd never seen a woman before."

Angie giggled a bit and then, dabbing my wet face with a tissue said, "Well probably not a woman who'd just finished eating pussy before."

"Oh my, is it?"

"Oh yes, all over your face," she replied, kissing my cheek and running her tongue on my skin.  Mmmm, and tasty too."

We both giggled as we leaned over the wide wall and peeked out of the tiny windows there at the top of the arch.  "Wow, I expected bigger windows or something, these are so tiny," I said.

"Hey there's the McDonalds," Angie said.

"Damn, who cold picture that damn clown running a riverboat."  The rest of the sights were underwhelming so we moved over and got in line for the ride down.  I felt Angie's hand grab my ass with a nice squeeze.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You need to lose your panties before we start the ride down."

"Follow me," I said, moving into a corner.  "Now stand there and don't move," I said, reaching under my skirt and pulling my panties off.

She grabbed them from me and said, "I know just the right place for these."  She then walked to the attendant who helped us out of the "car" and handed him the panties.  Then she quickly walked up, grabbed my hand and we found an empty "car" for the ride back down and climbed inside.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I found those over in the corner," she replied.

"What did he do then?"

"He stuffed them in his pocket mumbling something about lost and found."

"Lost and found my ass, he's probably jacking off with them now."


Well Marcus, I better finish this up in the morning.  Angie is in the shower and I'll bet she needs her back scrubbed.

I'll write you soon.

Carla



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 11



From: Carla Anton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: St. Louis

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Received:  September 8th, 2006  7:41:32 pm CDT

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Marcus:

Well Marcus, the ride back down was an interesting one for me.  Once again, Angie and I climbed into that tiny "car" for the ride back down, only this time, I spread my legs as she nestled her knees between mine.  Almost immediately I heard a "clunk, clunk" and being a bit on edge in the close quarters I jumped a bit.

"Calm down, it's like you're ready to leap out of this thing."

"It's just that it's so tight in here."

Reaching down, she grabbed both her shoes from the floor, showed them to me and then dropped them onto the seat beside her, "clunk, clunk."  "Sound familiar?" she asked.

"Okay, look, once we get started it will get better."

"Then why don't we get started now," she said seductively, sliding her foot up under my skirt, letting it slowly slide along my thigh.  Figuring this was merely a prelude to some other things, I opened my legs a bit wider and savored the feel of her foot sliding along my thigh.

Once again we caught the eye of an attendant, this time a woman, a bit older than the guys who had "attended" to us at the beginning and end of the ride up.  The woman's initial reaction was a quick look of disgust, and then she quickly moved on to other "cars."  Figuring either she was not into women or perhaps had a problem with feet, I returned my attention to the sensations coming from between my legs.

Angie's right foot had found my pussy and she was working her toes all over it, the slit and then up to my clit.  I pulled my skirt up so I could look down and see what she was doing to me.  Although seeing her big toe slip in and out of my wet cunt seemed odd, I gave into the sensations and began thrusting my hips up to meet her foot.

Glancing up at the window, I noticed the woman attendant shyly peeking in and then quickly glancing away, trying to feign disinterest.  But I'd be dammed if she didn't keep peeking into the window, pausing a bit more each time to get a better look at us.  By the time the "car" started moving on the downward trip, her face seemed quite flushed.

Anyway, what I thought was just a bit of foreplay, or I should say foot-play from Angie turned out to be the main course as she continued running the toes of both feet over my pussy.  It was so fucking kinky that we were barely halfway down when the sensation was simply too much for me and I came just as she burrowed her big toe deep into me.

Angie then paused as I felt my cunt pulsing over her big toe.  I looked down to take in the sight of her foot, with the one toe disappearing between my lips and the other toes wiggling over my lips.  After she saw that I had calmed some, she slipped her toe out of me and then began working both feet in unison, the big toes, both wet from my juices would gently pinch my clit, then slide down my slit and slip into my open cunt.

It was amazing to watch and a delight to feel as slid up and down me, diddling my clit and then descending into me.  She continued as I slipped and slid over the plastic seat, lifting my hips and pushing to her each time she penetrated me, and then easing back down as she worked her toes up to my clit.

I came again, but this time as I came, I grabbed both her feet and pulled them as I pushed my hips forward, shoving her toes as deep into me as physically possible.  I was in the middle of that ecstatic move when the doors opened up and we spotted our "attendant," the same guy who helped us on the way up.

"I'm not going to ask if you both had an enjoyable time," he said, holding Angie's hand as she slowly slipped her toes out of me and stood up.  She then turned, bent over to pick up her shoes and "accidentally" brushed her ass against him.  As he helped my out, I noticed his posture was a bit odd; he kind of remained bent a bit at the waist.

As I thanked him for the help, I did glance down and noticed the distinct swelling in his pants.  Oh Angie, when she was bad, she was so very good.  Anyway, we wandered off a bit and watched the attendant for a bit, noting that for the next few cars he didn't stand up straight when helping the people.

Hey, I better sign off here, I just received an email from Ralph of all people.  I wonder what he is emailing me about...  He says he's here in St. Louis?  I'll get back to you later on, I got to find out what he is doing.

Later,

Carla.



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 12



From: Carla Anton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: Ralph

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Received: September 
9th, 2006 7:12:02 pm CDT

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Marcus:

As I mentioned in my previous email, I heard from Ralph. He found out what happened to Angie and me, and I guess he figured out the reason for some of the strange occurrences around our cubicles. Remember the time he came to ask you to lunch and Angie was standing in my cubicle as he talked to her. Well, when he finally figured out that, at that time, I was on my knees eating Angie he went a bit crazy. He actually quit his job and has been trying to catch up with Angie and me ever since.

Well, we ran into him at the airport in St. Louis. Angie and I were scheduled to fly to San Antonio, Texas but some bad weather in the area threatened to mess up the flight schedules. Trying to get out before the really bad stuff got in, we left as soon as we woke up that morning and went to the airport. Our original flight was scheduled to leave around 6 pm, but we got on standby hoping to pick up something earlier.

Anyway, Angie and I were just hanging out around the gate when she spotted Ralph. A few minutes later we saw him at the desk at our gate, apparently trying to get on a flight to San Antonio. I had responded to his email from the day before and mentioned we were heading to Texas and he apparently changed his plans in an effort to catch up with us.

Angie and I had just started talking with Ralph, when I heard my name called out on the intercom. I went to the counter and they indicated they had one seat available on the first flight out. Angie and I had agreed if we couldn't travel together we'd pass on the standby ticket, but as I was talking to the gate agent, she came up and told me to go on ahead. So I went ahead and took the seat, leaving Angie behind with Ralph to catch a later flight.

I got on the plane and slowly moved down the aisle until I reached the last row. There was my seat between two college guys wearing sweatshirts with SAC on the front. The guy on the aisle seat stood up and I slipped into my seat.

I barely had time to fasten my seat belt until the plane was backing away and then heading down the taxiway. Sitting between the two young men, I had hoped for some interesting conversation or something, but both seemed too busy tossing things to some young girls several rows ahead of us.

One of them finally calmed down enough to tell me that SAC stood for San Antonio College, a junior college in the city. The two guys were part of the cheerleading squad and the girls up ahead of us were cheerleaders. The guys were part of the equipment attendants for the squad.

Apparently the squad had been partying a lot the night before because by the time the plane had left the ground both of the guys were asleep. I prepared myself for a very boring flight, actually leafing through the complimentary airline magazine.

Sitting between the two guys, feeling their arms and legs against mine started distracting me a bit from the magazine. You really couldn't call these guys athletes, but carrying the equipment and stuff had kept them in some shape, so the hard feel of them against me was kind of sexy.

Sure they were a bit immature and the cheerleaders treated them like servants, but I could feel a wetness forming between my legs. I moved around a bit, but the guys continued sleeping. I continued getting turned on more and more as I tried to rouse them, but when I couldn't, I finally just figured what the hell.

I leaned back in my seat and slipped my hand down the front of my pants, working it under the elastic band on my panties and sliding my fingers down through my hair. Slipping a finger into my pussy, I let them get wet and then I moved back up to my clit. While gently moving my thighs and feeling their legs against mine I played with my clit between my thumb and index finger.

It didn't take long before I was pumping my hips in unison with my fingers. Although when I came I only moaned faintly, I did notice that both of the guys had tents in their sweat pants. Either they had awakened sometime while I masturbated, or they had been awake the whole time and enjoying it all.

Hell, I felt sorry for these poor guys. The cheerleaders obviously teased them unmercifully and on a trip like this it may have been some time since they've had sex. I imagine they shared a room, so even finding the privacy to jack off might have been difficult for them. I whispered just loud enough for the guys to hear me, "You got to quit fantasizing about those girls, they're just going to continue teasing you."

I then reached my hand hands out, one to the right and the other to the left, and wrapped them around their cocks. I began slowly stroking them through their sweatpants and underwear. Both of the guys must have been shocked out of their minds because they both had their hands clamped to the armrest on the seats.

"Look guys, give me a little help here," I said, hoping they'd get a clue and at least pull their cocks out of their pants. They didn't so I continued, "Will you please take them out so I can do this better?"

They jumped then, proudly whipping them out. I took hold of each one, purred a bit and whispered first to one and then to the other how nice their cocks were. Those poor guys, hoping to make it last I longer worked slow, starting down at the base where I ran my fingernails through their pubic hair. I then slowly slid my hands upward, up over the head and then back down. I didn't have any lubricant so I was sliding their skin up and down their shaft, but they both loved it.

It was almost like a dance, with both of them lifting their tight asses up off the seats as I stroked them. It was as if they were fucking my hands. Oh I loved it, feeling them respond to such a simple act, and yeah, I know they loved it too, because in just a moment or two more they came.

I had forgotten how you guys were when you were young; hell I thought they would splash against the top of the plane. One came up my arm, all the way up to the shoulder, the other actually got some on his own chin. Once they shot their wad, we moved quickly to clean it all up, but the back of the plane smelled like sperm and I could see the cheerleaders turning around, wondering why they suddenly smelled cum on the plane.

I simply smiled at them, dabbing the white jism off my sweater. The guys started congratulating themselves until I scolded them, "Come on guys, act like you've done this before, if not for your own sake, for those girls."

The cheerleaders had finally figured out what happened, and when the guys calmed down and leaned back in their seats like they did this all the time the girls turned away, completely exasperated. Reaching my hand down onto their knees, I said, "I'm proud of you two, putting those bitches in their places." Both smiled with a new found confidence.

Later, as we got off the plane I made sure the girls were watching when I went up and kissed each guy on the cheek, thanking both of them for a wonderful flight. Oh wow, I'm gonna have to leave here to go pick up Angie and Ralph at the airport. 

I'll write you again soon,

Carla.



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 13



From: Ralph Ranton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: You Dog

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Received: September 
10th, 2006 5:18:52 pm CDT
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Marcus:

You dog! You dirty dog man! The gig is up, it is fucking up and I know all about it, you dog. You and Carla and Angie… Angie! In your office during working hours? I don't know whether to congratulate you or kick your ass for not including me.

I mean man, couldn't you have just let me take a peek or something, especially that time when I came to go to lunch with you, and Angie is just standing there talking to me. She's talking to me while Carla is eating her pussy… and you didn't tell me.

And to think of it, you were just going to let all this pass on by, Carla and Angie fly off to a few cities and Ralph doesn't know any of what's going on. You owe me man, you owe me big time, I had to fly to St. Louis before I could catch up with them and hell, they were ready to fly off to San Antonio.

The three of us were there trying to catch an early flight to San Antonio, you see, Carla and Angie have some plans for the Alamo or something. I figured I'm just along for the ride. Anyway, we all were on standby when one seat came up. Carla said she'd go ahead and make all the arrangements for Angie and me. They'd had everything set up for two travelers, so someone had to modify the accommodations for three instead of two people.

So Carla went ahead to get everything fixed up and Angie and I were left alone in the airport. I tell you man, Carla is nice, but damn, that Angie is too much. I was so hot to get with her, I planned to spring for a hotel there, but shit, Angie reminded me we were on stand-by. We had to hang out by the departure gate as each subsequent flight loaded up and flew off, leaving us behind.

I was ready to head for the bar and medicate when Angie motioned for me to head down a short corridor. There was some construction in the area and the corridor kind of dead-ended against a plywood barrier. We walked over near the barrier and Angie suddenly pushed me in between two columns.

So there I stood, my luggage in my hands, with the plywood barrier behind me and a large concrete column on each side of me. Still trying to figure out what was about to happen, Angie took her luggage, stacked it on top of mine and then slipped between the stacked luggage and the column.

Standing there, I had a clear view of our gate and we were close enough to hear the overhead announcements as the successive flights were called. Okay call me a little slow, but I still had no idea what Angie was thinking, that is until she ducked down behind the luggage concealing herself from everyone but me. It wasn't until I felt the tug on my zipper that I had any idea what Angie planned.

Well, as soon as Angie eased my cock out of my pants it immediately rose to greet her and I watched as she gently stroked it with her hands, letting both slide up from the shaft out over the head. In just a few moments she had worked a nice pool of pre-cum onto the tip, where she dipped her tongue and lapped up every drop.

Suddenly, as if that taste invigorated her, she sucked me into her mouth with an incredible force. I could see her cheeks pucker inward with each successive suck and felt her tongue circling my head. The sensation was incredible and when she squeezed my balls with one hand, and then stroked my shaft with the other all I could do is lean back against the plywood barrier and shoot my load into her mouth. And god I came, spurting into her mouth again and again and again, as she sucked and swallowed, nearly gagging one time.

She then stood up and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, feeding me back a bit of the cum she had not swallowed. A slightly salty, but bland taste filled my mouth as we kissed. When we finished kissing, I looked over our hide-away trying to figure a way to return the favor, but before I figured anything out I heard our names called on the loud speaker.

I quickly slipped my cock back into my pants, zipped up, grabbed Angie and kissed her hard, grabbing her ass with my right hand. We finished a long kiss and then had to run to the counter to get our tickets. We boarded the plane, but unfortunately our seats were not together. It seems my plans for returning the favor were foiled.

Or were they? Hey I'm off to follow the girls to dinner, I'll send another email to let you know if anything else happened on the way to San Antonio.

You dog,

Ralph



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 14



From: Ralph Ranton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: Dinner

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Received: September 
10th, 2006 9:41:22 pm CDT
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Marcus:

Well we hit a nice Mexican Restaurant near the downtown area called Mi Tierra. It was quite nice, featuring a couple of old Mexican ladies cooking up the tortillas and they had a Mariachi Band and everything. It took us a while to get in, but the girls had some margaritas and I had a couple of Dos Equis before dinner, so we were set.

The Mexican food was very good, but I guess you would have expected that. I had a Chile Rejeno Dinner, Angie had the Cheese Enchiladas and Carla had something called Flautas, kind of like enchiladas but without the sauce.

Oh, I guess I didn't mention our flight down to San Antonio. Okay, picture this, it's a regional jet, you know one seat on one side, two on the other, a single restroom in the back of the plane. Now the beverage cart takes up the entire aisle, there's no getting past one of those things once the flight attendant, the only flight attendant starts moving down the aisle ways.

Anyway, Angie is across the aisle from me, one row in front of me when we finally get seated. No sooner than we sit down and I see her looking over the surroundings, considering every possible cubby hole, storage compartment and passage way. I had pretty much given up any hope of returning the favor she did me, when I hear her trying to get my attention, "Psst, Ralph, look, how long will it take her to pass out the beverages."

"Can't be too long, the flight's not much over an hour," I replied.

"Okay, as soon as the seat belt sign goes out, there'll be a mad rush to the restroom. After that, if we can get to the back before she starts passing out drinks we can do it."

"Do what?"

"Slip into the restroom for my turn."

I tell you man, she is insatiable, good thing they lock the pilot's cabin these days or we'd have been in there going at it. Well, the restroom rush ended just before the flight attendant began the beverage service. Angie suddenly stood up, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me down the aisle toward the restroom.

"Look, I'll slip in and get ready and then will open the door for you," she whispered to me as we worked our way to the back of the plane. Reaching to the door she slipped inside and latched it shut.

I acted nonchalant, as if waiting for her to finish, looking around the inside of the airplane. The door unlatched and I turned sideways climbing into the tiny restroom.

There she was, completely naked from the waist down with one foot on the door frame, the other on the back of the toilet. Her legs were spread wide open letting me gaze on the sexy folds and curves of her pussy. She was wide open, with her inner lips glistening in the strange fluorescent light.

I immediately squatted down so her pussy was right at my eye level and I buried my face into that wonderfully wet pussy, driving my tongue deep into her opening. She tasted so sexy I wanted to lap up all her juices, but I found myself staring at her swollen clit and knew it needed my attention too. Pulling my tongue out of her, I plunged two fingers in its place and then moved my mouth up to her clit.

Initially I swirled my tongue in tight circles over the tiny nub, then I sucked it between my lips while dabbing it with my tongue. By now, she had raised her ass off of the small sink and was thrusting her hips up at my face, moaning loudly. Glad the plane was a noisy one and no one outside the restroom could hear anything, at least that's what I thought.

In seconds she was coming, gushing her wetness over my face, down her thighs and ass, dripping onto the floor. I was about to unzip my pants and bury my cock into her when someone knocked on the door, pleading with us to hurry up.

Slipping out of the restroom, I closed the door behind me. The other passenger was surprised when I closed the door in front of him. I figured he might say something to me, but just then the door latch opened and she slipped out of the restroom.

"Sorry you had to wait, but I just had something that needed to be done," she then took my hand and led me back to my seat as if nothing had happened. The passengers closest to the restroom, I guess had an idea of what went on in there. We got a few dirty looks and several "thumbs up" as we passed down the aisle. Well I tell you Marcus, something had happened and I was there the whole time.

You Dog,

You need to get out here man. I mean it.
Ralph. 



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 15



From: Allison Hendrick
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: Urgent call from Ralph Ranton

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Received:  September 20th, 2006  11:41:22 am CDT

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Marcus,

I just received an urgent call from Ralph Ranton.  He had tried to reach you but apparently you had left for lunch and he nearly wasted his one call missing you.  Anyway, he was able to call me.  He is in jail and needs you to wire him six hundred dollars for bail.

I don't know what it's all about but it has something to do with Carla and Angie and the Alamo?  He said he thought Carla and Angie were okay.


Sorry about this,

Allison

 
 

From: Marcus Thornton
To: Ralph Ranton
CC:

Subject: Money

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Received:  September 20th, 2006  2:01:12 pm CDT

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Ralph:

I wired the money, but you need to get back to me, that's my rent this month.

Let me know what happened.  You better not have gotten Carla or Angie in any trouble.  Ralph, you've always been an impending disaster, but better not have gotten them caught up in all this.


Get back to me,

Marcus.

 

 


From: Ralph Ranton
To: Marcus Thornton
CC:

Subject: The Alamo

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Received:  September 21st, 2006  2:18:42 am CDT

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Marcus:

Look man, I'll get a check in the mail first thing in the morning.  I'm sorry I had to do that, but you were the only one who could help me.  They had an ATM but I maxed out my withdrawal total for the day and I was still short.

I got arrested for lewd and lascivious conduct or something like that, and hell, it wasn't me causing all the trouble, it was Angie.  She's just fucking crazy.  

It was like this:  Carla and I went into the main entrance, the mission building, the one you see in all the movies.  Interesting thing, back during the battle of the Alamo, the building was more box shaped, not that curving shape you see in pictures not.  That curved shape they added sometime in the nineteen fifties.  Back then it was being used as a storage building for the Army.  Can you imagine that...  Well the Daughters of the Texas Republic or some grandiose organization now manages the building and the grounds.

Anyway, we were n the main mission building where I sat down and leaned my back on the wall back away from the tour groups.  It was like I was taking a break from all the walking and took a short siesta.  Now Carla sat down in front of me, kind of leaning back on me, like she was tired too.

Well, she slipped her hands behind her back, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  I mean there we were, in the Alamo with tour groups all around us and she pulled out my cock.  Of course, the way she sat no one could see anything, so I was free to close my eyes and enjoy a hand job.

She slid her hands up and down my shaft a few times and then she moved to change position.  Grabbing my legs, she had me move them forward, like I was stretching out my legs.  Once I was in position, she sat down on me, her hand guiding my cock up into her pussy.  Hell, she had on this short skirt and no panties.  Next thing I knew she was moving up and down as my cock slid deep into her wet pussy.

Damn, with all the activity about and the sensations that ran over my cock I was about to come when Angie came over.  She was supposed to simply watch us and take care of herself, but for whatever reason, that didn't do.  No, she walked up to Carla, spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

Carla took a second, obviously as shocked as I was, but then she just moved her head forward and burrowed her tongue into Angie's pussy.  Well hell, I came right away then, spurting into Carla as she sat motionless, my cock buried inside her.

I'd say Carla had maybe lapped that pussy two or three times before it all started.  Hell, there were women screaming, security guards scrambling, people laughing, cussing and praying all around us.  Well, Angie and Carla jump up and scoot out into the crowd, leaving me sitting there, my cock still oozing cum.

You basically know the rest.  They called the police who marched me out through a savage bible thumping crowd.  I tell you, when in Texas, you don't mess with those Daughters of the Republic and you don't fuck in the Alamo.

Look man, I'm exhausted and need a shower, I'll get back to you later.

And hey, thanks for getting the money out so fast, I send my check in the morning.

Thanks again,


Ralph.



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 16



From: Carla Anton

To: Marcus Thornton

CC:

Subject: Remember the Alamo

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Received: September 21zt, 2006 10:14:52 am CDT

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Marcus:

I tell you, I will never forget the Alamo. Who would have thought there would be so much commotion? We barely got away, Angie and I ducked into a cab and I'm not sure how Ralph got away. Have you heard from him, I tried to reach him most of the night but he was either sleeping through my phone calls or he was out partying somewhere.

Let me start from the beginning. The Alamo is a pretty big place, with a large courtyard surrounded by a wall on two sides, some museum display areas in what used to be the barracks and some more displays in the Mission Building. There were plenty of dark corners we could have slipped into, but Angie convinced Ralph and me that we should give it a try near the Chapel, which is in the Mission Building.

It sounded risky, but she argued that if we tried it early enough in the morning there would be less people around. So when we got there we looked over the Chapel area and there were people already there, but most were pretty absorbed in the exhibits or listening to some tour guides. There was an area along one wall where there wasn't anything to look at and the passage was kind of out of the way, so it seemed like a good place to give it a try. It was visible from most areas in the Chapel, but we'd be far enough away that they really couldn't see what was happening.

The plan was for Ralph to sit down along the wall, as if taking a break from walking, and I would sit in front of him. I figured I could jerk him off without anyone really seeing. Angie was going to sit down nearby and take care of herself as she watched Ralph and me.

Well, I sat down in front of Ralph, reached back behind me and worked his cock out of his pants. Damn he was hard and I got worked up touching him while the people walked around in plain sight of us and us in plain sight of them. Anyway, after a few minutes I decided I wanted more and since the people hardly even noticed us, I sat on his lap.

I was wearing a skirt, but had no panties, so with a little adjustment, I was able to work his cock up inside me. As excited as I was, I had to concentrate to keep my movements as subtle as possible. At first it was easy, but as Ralph and I got closer to coming, we had to work hard to keep our secret.

Well, Angie apparently was pretty turned on by the situation because suddenly she just appeared before me, lifting up her dress and presenting her beautiful pussy to me. Well, there was no keeping things secret then and hell, I just let loose, lapping at her pussy as I moved up and down over Ralph's cock. I came almost immediately and from the cum that ran down my legs as I ran to the cab, I'm pretty sure Ralph came too. Yeah, I had just started pushing my tongue into Angie's cunt when the people figured out what we were doing.

There I was, coming all over Ralph's cock, my tongue burrowed deep into Angie and I see security guards all over. I jumped up, right in the middle of my climax, grabbed Angie's hand and ran to the nearest door. Fortunately it led out to a nearby street and someone had just climbed out of a cab. Before they could close the door, Angie and I had slipped into the cab and were moving.

Not sure if someone had seen us climb into the cab, we rode a few blocks and then got out to go into a nearby shop, leaving two large wet spots on the car seats. We just wandered around for a few hours before heading back to the hotel to look for Ralph.

If you have heard from him, be sure to let me know. We're gonna take a nap here, we didn't get much sleep last night.

Let me know if you hear from Ralph,

Carla.

From: Marcus Thornton

To: Carla Anton

CC: Ralph Ranton

Subject: Ralph

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Received: September 21st, 2006 11:18:01 am CDT

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Carla,

Ralph got arrested. I had to send six hundred dollars to bail him out. He is out now, I got an email from him that he wrote around two in the morning. He should be back in the hotel, give him a call, he should be there.

Get back with me,

Marcus



A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 17



 

San Antonio Express News
Friday, September 23rd, 2006

 

Alamo Exhibitionists Apprehended

Tip from informant leads to arrests.

By Mary Ann Barrentos
San Antonio Express News

San Antonio – Working on a tip from a suspect apprehended earlier in the week, San Antonio police officers have arrested Carla Anton and Angela Castillo in connection to the scandalous sexual activity in the Chapel area of the Alamo early Wednesday morning.  The San Antonio police working together with the Department of Homeland Security, and the Universal City Police Department surrounded the Motel 69 in Universal City, a suburb of San Antonio.  Upon confirming the suspects’ room number, officers knocked on the door and arrested them without incident when they answered the door.

Homeland Security joined the search following information that the “Alamo Exhibitionists” were the same group who were witnessed having sex inside the secure area of the St. Louis Airport and on two flights from St. Louis to San Antonio.  In a concerted effort to keep the skies save and free of terrorists, the Homeland Security agents immediately had moved the suspects to the top of their “most wanted” list.  

One agent said:  “It’s this kind of subversive activity that we must fear the most and we will continue working to keep the skies safe.”  He also noted that they were particularly interested in the lubricants used on the aircraft and in the secured area in St. Louis Airport.

“The one woman, apparently had masturbated two males simultaneously while in flight and I know when I do that I use a lot of lube.  The activity of the other woman and her male accomplice in the aircraft restroom is of some interest too.”  The male accomplice mentioned is apparently Ralph Ranton, who was arrested and released earlier in the week by San Antonio Police.  He has subsequently been arrested by Homeland Security on federal terrorism related charges.

When asked if perhaps the couple in the restroom didn’t just use the woman’s natural lubrication the agent simply replied, “I wouldn’t know about that.”

In other related news, it appears that Osama bin Laden actually traveled to the United States this past week to visit, of all things, Disneyland.  He passed through all airport security using his own passport, went to Disneyland, got a picture with Mickey Mouse and then returned to Afghanistan without incident.  When asked why airport security didn’t stop him, they replied: “Well, he wasn’t carrying any liquids and who would have sex with that old guy?”  See related story on page E-14.

 

From: Marcus Thornton
To: Ralph Ranton, Carla Anton
CC: Angela Castillo

Subject: What is happening?

Attachments:
Sent: September 24th, 2006 9:01:12 am CDT

_____________________________
______________________________________

Ralph, Carla, Angie,

What is going on?  I heard something in the news about arrests, but when I tried to reach you in San Antonio I get nothing.  I even called the San Antonio Police and the Universal City Police(,) but got nothing.  Both of them said they didn’t have you in custody.  Where are you?  Do you need money or anything?  Let me know.

Marcus

 

San Antonio Express News
Monday, September 25rd, 2006

 

Alamo Exhibitionists Accomplice?

Homeland Security investigates a fourth conspirator.

By Mary Ann Barrentos
San Antonio Express News

San Antonio – A Department of Homeland Security spokesperson said yesterday that they are looking for a fourth conspirator apparently connected with the Alamo Exhibitionists and their reign of sexual terror.  In email messages found on suspect Ralph Ranton’s computer, it appears the group has been either supported or directed by another conspirator.

“We are currently pursuing a man who is perhaps the ringleader in this cell.  We found some very incriminating emails where the sexual exploits of the terrorists were described in great detail.  We are especially interested in the types of lubricant used.”  When asked what was all this about the lubricant, the agent indicated that he could not answer on grounds of national security.

In a related incident, it appears that Osama bin Laden not only visited Disneyland on his recent stop in the United States, he also went to an air show where he got the opportunity to fly along in a B-2 bomber.  After expressing his interest in the stealth technology, he was directed to a line of people waiting to fly along in the bomber.

Sitting in the co-pilot’s seat he was actually allowed to take the plan on some maneuvers and even jokingly asked, “Which way do I turn to fly to the White House?”  After returning to the show he thanked the pilot and then asked where he might find some lubricant.

When asked about letting bin Laden fly the aircraft the pilot replied, “It was perfectly safe, we had no nuclear weapons aboard.” When questioned further he replied, “Well yes, we had a couple of five hundred ton 'bunker busters' but that was just for show.  Like I said there were no nuclear weapons aboard."  See related story on page E – 28.

 

San Antonio Express News
Wednesday, September 27rd, 2006

 

Fourth Conspirator Arrested

Ringleader of Alamo Exhibitionist Cell.

By Mary Ann Barrentos
San Antonio Express News

Atlanta, Ga. – Homeland Security agents arrested Marcus Thornton at his place of business on terrorism related charges Tuesday afternoon.  Reportedly the leader of the Alamo Exhibitionists Cell was at his desk frantically trying to reach his co-conspirators.  He went into custody without incident.

When asked about the arrest, an agent said: “Prior to his arrest we searched his apartment and found this,” he said, holding up a small, clear tube.  When asked what it was they found he replied: “Lubricant.”

The four suspects are reportedly on their way to the Guantanamo Bay detention center for further questioning.  Homeland Security agents kept the lubricant as evidence.