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I would always go to Jim’s cubicle to see him even if there was no Work related reason to. Jim was a white, fiftysomething married guy with children, and he was someone I was physically attracted to because he came across As someone who may be interested in doing sexual things with men. Jim was a bit shorter than me sexy mustache and a bit of a beer belly and he was a guys guy. He loved hunting fishing going out on his boat and just all-around bullshitting. He often talked about women in a very objectifying manner it was a little bit perverted and his joking. I often don’t attempt to do any type of seduction on a trial basis with any man, unless I feel that there may be a chance that he may be interested. With Jim, I could always depend on 80% of the time when I was having a conversation with him, he would touch or adjust his dick or scratch his balls, squeeze his thick thighs together or something which would draw my eyes and attention to his crotch area. I’m a y’all 30something black dude, so we would not be expected to have very much in common.

One day there was a meeting in a conference tomorrow, and after the hour long meeting was over, everyone left and only Jim and me remained in the conference room. There was still some work to be discussed so we were reviewing paperwork and documents and I had something to show him. So he got up and came over to the head of the table where I was sitting and leaned over to review the documents that I had for him. I am mediately got excited within myself because I saw this as an opportunity to see if Jim would be interested in me. So I took my left hand as he walked over to me, and very calmly and discreetly put my hand on the edge of the table where I knew he would be standing. By the time he got over to me, he needed to lean over and my hand will be placed exactly where his crotch was. As he got closer I got more excited I can film my dick growing. He leaned over to view the document that I question him about him as he got closer, His crotch was about 2 inches from my knuckles, and it was all I could think about as he looked at the document. He asked me a question and I answered absentmindedly, but I was more interested in him getting closer to the table where my knuckles were.

Then something happen that would almost make me cum in my underwear. He moved his crotch closer and closer to the edge of the table where my knuckles were placed until I could feel the fabric of the crotch of his pants. Me being the bold pervert that I am, I slightly shifted my middle finger knuckle and ever so gently begin to discreetly press into his crotch. As I continued to move my finger into his crotch I noticed that he was not moving as other street me and my scarily jump and move away he remained in the same spot. As my finger was pressing on his soft penis through his pants, I could feel his stream of pre-come leaking out of the head of my dick and ruining my underwear. I was so excited I could barely focus on what we were discussing and I became even more emboldened and shifted my left hand that was pressing into his penis a little bit to the left so I asked to shift his cock along with my finger. As he remains in the same spot I could feel movement and him pressing into my finger even more and we both pretended to discuss work but there was something else that was happening sexually between us I began to move my middle finger around in a circular massaging motion and he continue to pretend to discuss what was on the paper while enjoying my finger massage his penis through his pants.

We continued this interaction between us secretly indulging, but then another coworker walked in to get a cup of coffee and it ended it just as quickly as it started. Ever since then my confidence was at an all time high to go and visit Jim is at his cubicle and stare at his crotch while he played with it for me and gave me a show. Every time I would look at him he would squeeze thick thighs together or run his thumb along the outline of his dick, knowing I was watching him. If there was something on his computer he wanted to show me I would lean really close over his shoulder so that my crotch was touching the back of his left tricep. It’s almost as if we were secretly in a relationship that was never spoken of and never fully confirmed except in our interactions physical touch is and “ accidental touches“ and me purposely making contact and then looking down at his crotch at his crotch and him knowing.