I used to have a totally mainstream office job which was mind-numbing but paid well, you know the type, where you sacrifice your day to a grinding monotony but take home a cute pay-check Well, to spice things up occasionally I used to use my lunch break for more ‘creative’ means than simply taking a respite from the boredom and filling my stomach. On those days when the mood took me I’d surreptitiously fire up Grindr, hiding the screen between my legs and waiting for a familiar vibration that meant someone was available for a quickie that afternoon..
One time I got hit up by a guy whose profile pic showed off a rippling six pack and a clean-cut face- an actor/model/waiter I guessed at first. More importantly he had a car and a free afternoon. What he said was music to my ears- he had a conference work call scheduled and, under the nose of the other callers, wanted to get sucked off while he was on it. Well, that’s like offering a dollar to a go-go boy- I grabbed and didn’t let go. This sounded so fucking hot and kinky.
So we arranged to meet up when I got out for lunch. He told me the color and model of his car and texted to say he’d pulled up right outside of my office- this was getting risky! When I left the building I saw him straight away; he looked just like his pics- striking & buff, even if he’d grown a beard in the meantime. No problem, I like a man with a bit of fluff. He smiled at me as I jumped in his car. It was apparent the conference call was already under-way as the air was filled with statistics and boring business jargon. He put his microphone on mute and introduced himself, grinning as he looked me up and down and rubbed his dick inside his suit pants. We were both hungry for it.