Caught Masturbating at Work

I couldn't stop thinking about the way his body looked in those tight jeans. My shift was winding down and I found myself in the back room, alone for a few minutes. The arousal built up too quickly, before I knew it, my hand was inside my uniform pants, wrapping around my hardening cock. Fingers gliding over skin, pumping faster as I imagined his fingers instead of mine. My breaths came out heavy and urgent. Just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, the door creaked open, caught red-handed, or rather, blue-cuffed.