Office Virgin‪ ‬

When I got up to go, I stretched my back and looked around the place. When I realized that it was just Eric, me, and the two guys across the way with their doors closed, I started to fantasize for some reason. I imagined going into Eric’s office to find him reclined against his desk like something out of a romance novel. In my momentary daydream, his cut torso was revealed beneath an open dress shirt, and his gaze locked on me as soon as I entered the door. I had, for some reason, imagined my boss as a sort of office incubus waiting to descend. That was when I looked down and noticed that I had started to tent pole under my trousers. Mortified with embarrassment, I tried everything I could think of to get it down, but nothing worked. Buttoning my suit jacked hid my shame, though. When I knocked, Eric’s voice sounded ragged. “Come on in, Miller.” He called, in a sort of whisper. Reality was less interesting than the fantasy I’d cooked up. Eric was actually hunched over his cluttered desk trying to tunnel through a pile of paperwork. He still looked good, even though he was obviously tired. The slight stubble that started on his cheeks and chin just accentuated the lines of his face. I looked at him for slightly too long, and he looked up, but seemed to not notice. “Oh hey Miller,” he said. “Thanks for coming; I’m really in a tough spot here. All this paperwork has to be finished in time for the sales meeting tomorrow morning and I don’t know where else to turn. You’re an incredible worker, and please feel free to say no, but do you mind helping me out?” “I...er...” I stammered, “Yeah, I mean, I can help you with it, sure.” He needed help sorting and alphabetizing reports, so I sat down on the floor and spread out the papers in a fan in front of me. Every now and then, I’d see him out of the corner of my eye, looking in my direction. I dismissed it at first as me still fantasizing about him arched across the desktop, but I slowly became aware that he was staring at me. When I looked up at him, he didn’t bother to avert his eyes. He just stared deep into mine, smiled a little, and went back to work. A few minutes later, after I had built a small castle out of the “A-G” section, he yawned, and called me. “Hey, Miller, can you come over here for a second?” I got up and went to the side of his desk, expecting another pile of papers to add to my growing fortress. Instead, he yawned again and stretched backwards. I couldn’t help but notice that the bottom button on his shirt was undone and I saw a small flash of skin right above his belt. “This is going to sound really strange,” he started, “but could you maybe rub out a kink in my shoulder? I’ve been sitting here for what feels like eternity. Just right there at the base of my neck.” My thoughts returned to the fantasy I’d been nursing earlier. “Yeah, sure, why not?” I replied, leaning in close to him and putting my hands on the crook of his neck. Eric’s skin was soft and warm under my fingertips. When I pressed my knuckles in deep, he let out a quiet gasp and then moaned his approval. “Yeah, that’s really good; press in harder if you can.” Eric said, letting his head roll around in slow circles. “Mmm... thanks, if you could do lower on my shoulder now, it’s kind of...” he trailed off as I rolled the fingers of my hand down to the tip of his shoulder and worked them into the joint. He drew a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. The sound of his exhale broke the absolute silence that had come over the office and sent goose bumps up my arms.