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It was a long day at work and my 3:30 cigarette break was well deserved. I walked to my spot, around the back of the building where there was this little underpass beneath a walking bridge. It was an older bridge, and the logs that made its floor were spaced wide enough apart to see through from underneath but made it so that above you couldn't see through due to the lighting difference. You had to know that there was a path to the side, slightly hidden by the shrubbery that the city was too lazy to cut, though I didn't mind because that's part of what made it my spot.*I made my way down the path and sat on the bench that was situated so that you could see the river gently roll by,*covered by the shadow of the bridge; you could watch people off in the distance walking along the path, which you would hardly see considering people didn't seem to want to go out that often anymore.*I sat down and noticed out of the corner of my eye that on the other side of me a gentleman had sat down on the bench located next to me. He looked like your typical skinny boy office worker and I was sure I had seen him around the building at least once. His blonde hair şehitkamil escort was done up in a younger style pushed off to the side and held with some sort of product that smelled like spice and would waft over to me when the wind slightly picked up. He had on some dark blue pants and a crisp dress shirt that he had taken to rolling up the sleeves. He had a dark black tie, his top button undone to show he was professional but still couldn't care any less. My mind was drifting and I looked away, reaching for my pack.*Pulling out a cigarette, I looked over and saw he had done the same. We made brief eye contact, giving out a half-grin to each other with our cigarettes hanging out of our mouths. I lit mine and he lit his as we took our gentle puffs. I stared absentmindedly at the river and thought about the four emails I still had to respond to and the annoying person I had to call who would consume at least forty minutes of the rest of my afternoon as she pushed her personal conversation into what should be a straightforward two-minute business conversation. I took an extra-long drag and furrowed my brow thinking about how frustrating that was going to be, already thinking about the next one that I would light up in the car on the way home.*I looked over and saw that he was staring, looking away quickly when he noticed that I had caught him. I let out a little giggle and went back to watching the river. He was pretty cute. My mind began to wander further and I started to wonder what his cock might look like. I tried to shake the thought because he was still sitting right next to me slowly working on his cigarette. God, I wanted to just tear into him and relieve my stress the good old fashioned way.*Now he had caught me staring and he smiled and chuckled and I just sort of laughed back.*"Want to sit next to me?" he asked."Yeah sure," I said, making my way over.*We chatted about our work and I figured out which office he was working for just a few floors down from mine. He would normally take his cigarette break at 2:45 and it seemed we were out of sync and both had somehow missed each other claiming this as our personal spot.The intrusive thoughts came back and this time I just let them. What was wrong with a harmless fantasy? He looked at me and I must have somehow been letting off some sort of signals because he moved his eyes away and just smiled slightly as he blew out some smoke. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing? Thinking about ripping off my hoodie, making me kick my boots off and pulling my jeans down enough to just fuck me right there. Maybe he was thinking about gripping my messy bun and making me bite my lip. Of course, it was me thinking about this really, just going further down the rabbit hole.We both were slow smokers, making the most out of our breaks away from the bullshit of boring work. The cigarettes were now about half smoked when I decided to just fuck it and placed my hand on his upper thigh. He looked over at me and I squeezed, waiting to see his response. He just took a gentle pull on his cigarette and blew the smoke out extra slowly. That was all it took.*I slid onto my knees, undoing his belt, button, and zipper as he lifted up a bit, allowing me to slide his pants down. I pulled up his dress shirt, undoing the bottom button and kissed his stomach as I slid my fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly between taking little puffs on my cigarette. His cock was hard as a rock, a solid thick dick that let off an intense amount of heat in the spring air.*