The Weekend Ch. 02

Friday morning

I woke up and stumbled to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that there was still a tiny bit of pink on my ass cheeks from last night's self-administered spanking. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, I got dressed for work, including my "special" briefs. Thinking about last night made them even harder to get on, but how could I not think about that?

When I got to work, there were only a couple of other cars in the parking lot. I was early, so only the folks working the late shift were here. During the day, we were fully staffed, but there was someone here 24/7. I recognized Holly's car as I pulled in. Our boss, Mike, had been good about keeping her schedule flexible and looked the other way on the fact that she had a second job to support her two kids and pay off the debt that her scumbag ex had left her with. Occasionally, she worked the regular shift with me, but most of the time, she worked the late shift.

Oh, did I mention that I had a thing for Holly? When she was going through the roughest parts of her divorce, I became the shoulder to cry on. Somewhere in there, my feelings went from friendship to a lot more. Hers did, too, but the "lot more" in her eyes was just very good friendship. She looked on me as a brother now. Most of the time, I realized that it was better than nothing, but sometimes it half-killed me. And I knew better than to say anything. Not only would I hear the four words that every guy dreads -- "let's just be friends" -- but I knew that it'd screw up the relationship that we *did* have.

As I opened the door to our offices, I nearly ran into Holly. She told me that she was on her way to her car to get her uniform for her other job (at a nearby coffeehouse). Joey, the other late shift person that night, told her that he could cover for her so that she could knock off early and run a couple errands between jobs.

"I'm really psyched. The kids are already at their grandparents' house for a week and I'm not working *at all* this weekend."

"Good for you," I said, then got uncharacteristically brave and asked if she wanted to get together for a pizza or something some time over the weekend.

"We'll see," she said. "But I may just get in the bathtub at 5:00 today and not come out until Monday. I'll call you if I get more sociable."

I headed in as she headed out. I went straight for the men's room. Joey was just walking out of the bathroom.

"Hi, Joey. Cool of you to cover for Holly."

"Ah, it's only 30 minutes. And Mike wouldn't care, anyway. Glad you're here, though. If all hell breaks loose after she leaves, I'm yelling for you."

"No problem, man."

I went into the bathroom and headed for the first stall. As you had instructed, I took off my pants and shirt and hung them on the hook of the stall door. I lowered my briefs, my cock springing out of them in relief. I stood there for five minutes, reveling in the vulnerability of it all. Then I started stroking, my eyes closed, thinking about last night. I knew it wouldn't take long after all the close calls this week. When I felt the pressure starting to build, I bent down to pull my briefs back up. Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door and I heard it open a bit. It startled me, and brought me away from the edge.

"Lee, I'm in a bind," I heard Holly's voice say. "I got a call as soon as I came back in. Now I'm running late. I still need to change, and the ladies' room is flooded again. Can I *please* come in there to change?"

What could I say but "yes"? She thanked me, and I watched through the crack between the stall door and the wall as she went by carrying a garment bag. As she entered the next stall, I lowered my briefs again. I knew that you'd be angry with me if I didn't start stroking again right away. I just hoped that I'd be quiet enough that Holly wouldn't hear me.

I did my best to keep focused on you, but to be honest, with a woman taking off her clothes about 18 inches away, my attention was a bit torn. The excitement of the situation started building very fast. Then I heard her grunting in some kind of struggle, followed by her muttering, "I would wait til I was naked to fight this bag's zipper." That just about did it for me. I reached down to pull up my briefs again, and heard her say, "Lee, can you help me with this stupid thing?"

"Yeah, just a sec." I pulled my briefs up and stepped out of the stall. Her stall door opened just a crack and she handed out the garment bag. It only took me a couple seconds to free the zipper up, and I knocked on the stall door to hand the bag back to her.

As she reached for the bag, I heard a squeal as she lost her balance a bit. To this day, I'm not sure exactly what I saw before she disappeared behind the door, but it definitely was skin. In her near fall, though, she also grabbed my arm to steady herself. Between the brief glimpse and the contact of a naked woman, it was all too much. It's a good thing that you had told me to cum in my briefs, because that's what I did, right there, as Holly held my arm. I guess the near fall really startled her, as she held on to me the entire time, as cum spurted out of my cock and ran down my stomach and over my balls.

As I was calming down, she let go of my arm and thanked me. I went back into my stall and got dressed again. I went back to my desk and pressed my hand against my pants, feeling the cum ooze around my cock, as I wondered what kind of uniform would require Holly to get fully naked.