I can pinpoint the moment the day turned from ordinary and mediocre into hot and sexy. It was utterly innocuous; for anyone else just a moment in time forgotten about as soon as it passed. For me, it was the start of an amazing moment of fantasy.

He was approaching me from the other end of the corridor, chatting with a colleague. As they approached, I remember thinking how handsome he is, and why hadn’t I noticed that before? And then, just as he passed me, his head turned away from me, I got the briefest of glimpses of his bare chest. The way his body was turned meant a slim gap between two buttons in his shirt opened, and I caught sight of his strong, sexy chest.

My breath caught, and my eyes widened. How could the smallest of views of his body cause such an immediate reaction? I turned around to watch him walk away: broad shoulders, cute butt, slim body, all dressed in a beautifully fitting dark suit.

I slipped into the disabled loo at the end of the corridor. I had to take a moment to myself and calm down before my next meeting. I’d never had such a strong reaction to a man before, and the mirror revealed that I’d gone bright red with lust.

What I also realised was that I was wet. Properly wet, utterly turned on by that sweet glimpse. My nipples were hard under the cloth of my bra, and I could see them pushing at the silhouette of my blouse.

I checked the time: ten minutes until my meeting. In this state of arousal, that was plenty.

I lifted my skirt up, and pulled my knickers down. Double checking the door was locked, my fingers found the sweet, wet lips of my pussy. He had completely turned me on, of that there was no doubt.

My other hand reached inside my bra. My nipple was hard, yearning. I played with it while I fingered myself with the other hand, imagining them to be his fingers, his hands. My cunt was so wet, and I longed to delay my pleasure, but time wasn’t on my side. My finger found its rhythm and my beautiful clitoris quickly responded to my touch. Whilst I wanked myself, looking at myself in the mirror, I imagined him behind me, thrusting deep into me. I was convinced he would have the most glorious, hard cock.

I could tell that I was nearly coming when I heard a group of colleagues just the other side of the door, but I didn’t care. My breaths were hard and fast, and my finger brought me to an utterly exquisite orgasm: urgent, abandoned, wild. I let out a loud gasp, unable to contain my pleasure. The conversation on the other side of the door stopped abruptly when they heard me, and it was obvious they knew what was going on inside the loo.

I quickly adjusted my clothes and splashed some water on my face, hoping to calm down the tell tale signs of my orgasm. Unlocking the door, I swiftly walked past my stunned colleagues, simply greeting them with a smiling ‘good morning’.

I checked my calendar on my phone and walked to find my meeting room. It was just a department catch up, so I could sit back and bask in my post cum moment. Maybe I’d let myself fantasise about him again, and this time prolong the pleasure with thoughts of him fucking me, deep and hard.

That was way easier than I’d realised it would be: as soon as I took my seat at the conference table I saw him across from me. I truly hoped he couldn’t tell that I’d just cum, revelling in thoughts of him. God he was fit. Why hasn’t I ever noticed that before? Gorgeous hazel eyes, the sexiest of beards, handsome face.

We greeted one another, and for the briefest of moments he turned so I caught another glimpse his gorgeous chest between the two buttons of his shirt. He looked back at me, and our eyes held for a second longer then necessary. That was the moment when I knew that this was the start of something utterly delicious and completely forbidden.