Your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's near enough to your groin that the vibrations just barely tease you. Another buzz; you wonder if it's something slutty from the new sexting partner you've been crushing on. They've been teasing you at work lately with nudes and sexts and it doesn't take much to get you hard-up and distracted for the rest of the work day.

After a glance to make sure no colleagues are nearby, you pull out your phone. The first notification is a photo from the new acquaintance you've been chatting with--nude in bed with their legs spread wide and a hand touching themselves. Their next message reads, Cum stay the night.

It takes all of your willpower not to grab yourself through your pants right here at your desk. It's nearly lunch time and you need to go find somewhere more private. You nearly whimper while adjusting your cock, tucking it into your waistband to mitigate the obvious bulge you're sporting. The bathroom one floor up that nobody uses... That will be perfect. You head in that direction, trying not to rush and draw attention to yourself.

As soon as you're in the bathroom, you lock yourself in, lean back against the door, and let out a shaking breath. Without a thought, your right hand is already down your pants and slowly caressing the bulge of your cock through your shorts. You're on edge, blood pumping through your veins, rushing in your ears.

"Fuck..." As soon as you unzip your jeans, there's a visible precum stain seeping through your boxers. You take a quick photo and send it to your sexting partner, showing off what they've done to you.

Now your pants and shorts are at your knees. The cool air hitting your flesh makes you throb. After another twitch, your right hand is wrapped around the curve of your cock in a light grasp. The precum you've been leaking all day makes for the best lube and your hand slides easily along your shaft. Heat and need are flaring up at the head of your cock as your fingers swirl across your glans.

Your senses are clouded by the pleasure of finally indulging yourself after being so hungry to touch yourself all day. If brevity in this setting weren't crucial, you would have stayed in the bathroom edging for hours. But you can't get caught; can't be away from your desk for too long.

Your left hand teases your balls while your right is on your cock stroking quickly. Your fingers slowly trace along your raphe and you tremble. The more aroused you are, the tighter your balls and the more prominent and sensitive your raphe is. You grit your teeth and breathe out a half-growl.

Your cock is heavy, so engorged and hard that every touch casts a wave of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your legs tremble. Muscle memory and pure physical drive kick in and your right hand slaps your cock. A sharp pleasure shoots from the very base of your balls to the head of your cock and you have to bite down on your left hand to bury the cry straining to break free.

It's hardly any time before your hands are working yourself over again. You squeeze your cock each time you thrust into your grasp and the pleasure rockets, building steadily. All you can focus on is the heat of your flesh and how every inch of your body begs for release.

Suddenly, your head thuds back against the door--hopefully not too loudly-- while your hips snap forwards and buck into your hands. Just stroking is no longer enough, you need to be fucking your way to orgasm.

With your last ounce of awareness, of control, you aim your spurting cock towards the floor. It's not the best option, but it will be easier cleaned up with paper towels than a cum-drenched shirt or pants. Rope after rope shoots from your tip and splatters on the floor a few feet away. Each rope, each muscle spasm drags another wave of pleasure from deep within. Your hand is a blur, frantically stroking your cock until muscle contractions stop and the very last of the cum is drained from your balls.

It's a struggle to think clearly, your chest is heaving and you slide down to the floor with clumsy thud. Shaky hands reach for your phone and you groan while taking photos and seeing the full extent of the damage.

I didn't know I could cum so much... you text to your crush along with a picture of the cum splattered over half of the bathroom floor.

So much for your lunch hour... You'll have to spend the rest of it cleaning.