The Third Message
by Roy A. Barlow

James went to his desk to phone his wife about being a few minutes late getting home, but his message light was already blinking. She had called to say that her ex could not take the kids for the weekend. His wife was going to spend their date money on her children because her ex would not take the kids! James lost it for a few minutes and spilled coffee all over his desk.

"Damn it!"

After a good long talk with himself, he choose to make good use of the time by taking care of a few more items. James did some cleanup in his office starting with the coffee spill. Propping the physical plant door open he carried several armloads of extra equipment out of his office across the hall into the plant storage. Carrying the last double armload of items for storage, he backed out of his office kicking the door shut, and turned left only to discover that the cleanup crew had closed the door to the plant.

"Fucking Son-of-a-bitch," James exclaimed!

From his right he heard a female voice say, "I am going to tell your Mommy that you said two bad words." James wheeled around and came face to face with the most beautiful woman in the building. He had dreams - erotic fantasies - about this long-legged beauty. An angelic face, cute nose with a sprinkle of freckles. Her large breasts and trim butt always caused a short circuit (loss of blood pressure) in James' head set!

He stood with his mouth open. When he tried to apologize, he stammered several times before she waved, "Enough." She offered to open the door to the plant.

"What's down there?"

Looking down the long hall James said, "The physical plant that keeps the building comfortable." She accepted his offer of a guided tour, but said she had to visit the ladies room first. "We have one of those in the plant," he said, so she walked with him as he explained the workings of the plant.

He had to lean close to her because of the noise which excited him because he had never been that close to her. Several of his comments were off color, but she came right back at him.

The rest room was way in the back of the plant. They entered the small room containing a sink, toilet, chair, shower and a locker. He turned on the lights, the heat lamps and placed his gear on the chair. It took all of the courage he could muster for him to ask, "Mind if I watch"?

"Never seen a woman pee?"

"No."

She studied him for a few moments, looking down at his growing erection, grinned then told him, "You can stay and watch but you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself."

He would have promised anything for this show! "Promise I promise." Promising was one thing. Living up to that promise would be another.

James covered the floor with his gear, then sat on the floor with his back against the wall. He could not believe his good fortune. The most beautiful woman in the building stood facing him, then stepped out of her high heels. He placed his thick jacket on the floor for her to stand on.

She unzipped and eased her slacks down her long beautiful legs. Under her dark brown slacks she wore a bright red pair of cotton panties. The panties were cut high on the sides diving low where he had only dreamed of being. Now only three or four feet in front of his eyes, her panties were the only thing between him and seeing the object of his oh so many fantasies. He had to lean a little to the left to make some extra room in his work pants. His erection was coming on strong.

Shelly stepped one leg out of her pants. She extended her other leg to him so he could remove her slacks. Being very careful not to touch her he took her pants, folded them and placed them on the chair. Her long fingers hooked the wide band of lace on her red panties pushing them down those long legs. She flicked her foot toward him. The bright red panties landed on his shoulder. He did promise not to touch her, but he did not promise not to smell her panties. Her crystal clear blue eyes danced as she watched his eyes close while he inhaled the scent of her musk.

When he opened his eyes his 'Tin Man' tried to tear a hole in his pants. She sat on the toilet spreading her legs wide apart. Her shaved pussy was on full display. The Tin Man damn near dumped a full load when she removed her blouse and bra. Her breasts were so firm. Big dark aureoles contrasted with her fair skin. She fondled her nipples for a few seconds before sliding both hands down her flat belly. James eyes followed her hands after a quick glance at each swollen nipple. Shelly used both index fingers to spread her glistening lips just before her urine flowed into the toilet. James watched the golden flow until it stopped. Then he handed her a clean white terry towel. She wiped herself, and gave the towel to him.

Then Shelly slowly circled her clit with her left index finger. Her other hand eased one slender finger in then out of her wet pussy. This was beyond his wildest fantasies. She eased toward the front of the toilet leaning back giving James an excellent view of her very wet pussy. Her long golden brown hair framed her face and flowed down partially covering one breast. If the world wanted to an end it would just have to wait! He watched as she eased the second and third finger deep into her cunt. Shelly was off in 'never - never' land speaking a language that only she could understand. She eased the fourth finger in her slit. Her thumb took over for her index finger then the other hand moved to her breast. She did not bother moving her hair when she began to massage her breast and nipple.

If her thumb had not been working on her clit, she looked as though she could have done a fist job on herself. Shelly came twice before she eased her hand out of that beautiful pussy. James handed her the pee towel. She wiped her secretions on the towel. He inhaled her musk scent of her sweet nectar. His Tin Man was trying to get out of his pants.

She told him, "It is my turn to watch." James never got up. He wiggled out of his pants and then the rest of his clothing. His tool stood so tall it hurt. Placing a clean towel on the floor between his legs. He began to stroke his throbbing Tin Man. Looking right at her wet gaping pussy, he did his best to make this moment last. Several minutes later jets of cum flew through the air landing on the towel. He used a little cum to make his hand slide while he milked it dry before cleaning his hand and the Tin Man.

She took his cum towel. James stood up and helped her to her feet. She held onto his arms while stretching each leg. She raised her hands over her head sticking her 38C's so close to James he could feel her body heat. He looked but as promised, did not touch.

"Thanks for the show and letting me watch. You have made my day! Can I keep you musk towel?"

"Only if I get to keep your cum towel."

"Deal!"

James helped her stand up. She was in the shower in a flash, and she had dressed before he got out of the shower. She gave him a quick kiss and walked out the door. Her last words were, "You made my day." Before leaving work, he placed his 'proof of having had sex with Shelly in a baggie and sealed it.

James floated over the sexless shit-storms of a weekend at home powered by the knowledge he had made it with and cum twice inside the best looking woman at work. 'Yes! Oh hell Yes she was way better in person than in my dreams,' he told himself!

Monday Shelly spoke to him as she normally did. Several times they passed in the hall, but she gave no sign of Friday evening. James began to think he made it all up. 'Hell of a dream,' he thought. She rode alone with him in the elevator, but said nothing about Friday. Tuesday afternoon even with the towel soaked in pee and her musk secretions as proof he had been with Shelly James, he was beginning to doubt it.

Wednesday before he left work James was checking his voice mail. The first two call were people up his butt over some small details on a project. There was a third message: "Are you working late tomorrow night?"