It is so hard to hold an office job. You are there day in an

It is so hard to hold an office job. You are there day in and day out in your stuffy office with your restrictive dress shirt and slacks on, phone ringing off the hook. And sometimes you just cannot help yourself from daydreaming. Kurt Foxx had that problem. It was so much nicer to picture himself in a tropical paradise, sun beating down on his smooth body, flexing his huge muscles and feeling so hot and horny in the middle of this beautiful oasis. He had no meetings today, everyone else had already left the office for lunch. He was alone. What could it hurt. He slipped off his shirt and let his hands roam over his rock hard pecs. He took off his starched slacks and let his body feel the coolness of the air conditioner, imagining it was a tropical breeze. Before long his dick was in his hand and he was jerking his cock like there was no tomorrow. Part of his mind was focused on how awesome it was to be jerking off out in the open where anyone could see and the other part was getting of