I am becoming obsessed with my co-worker. I'm a very responsible professional working in a very prestigious job. I have everything going for me. I am married to the love of my life, a woman I desperately love and totally respect. And yet, somehow, I am developing an almost out of control obsession with my co-worker, Trisha.

This co-worker is married and about 32 years old. She's not model gorgeous or anything, she's plain. She's also a little shy. Hell, she's probably only talked to me a handful of times in the two years we've worked together. In my line of work there aren't many females. The ones we do have are usually very intelligent but also very dull and very plain. Trisha is no different. She's a bit on the thin side. Her hair is very straight. Her face is long and thin (which is usually not a good look for a woman). She's not nearly as pretty as my wife nor as interesting. She's also not nearly as smart. In fact, I am infinitely MORE attracted to my own wife than I am to Trisha. So why am I obsessed????????

Trisha is a runner. She jogs daily at lunch. She brings her gym bag of clothing to change into before and after her run. She's also a bit of a slob. She leaves her bag lying around all the time. She's also always leaving out her food, her coat, her shoes, and other items as if the workplace is her personal dorm. She frequently spends hours on the phone chatting to friends and not doing her work. Up until recently, I found her extremely grating and annoying.

Trisha's fond of wearing skirts almost every day of the week. They tend to ride up on her thin frame exposing her long, lean, toned legs. She's always wearing strappy sandals, pumps, or heels. I find myself trying to peek in her cubicle or watch her when she's not looking. I watch her as she walks down the hallway, my eyes fixated on her ass and the sway of her hips. Usually I'd just look and not touch but several weeks ago, things changed.

It was a holiday. No one ever works at my job on a holiday- except me. To my surprise, Trisha was working the holiday, too. I say "working" but really she was sitting in her cubicle chatting on the phone and eating her lunch. It was quiet and I was listening to her conversation. Eventually, I heard her say she needed to get off the phone because she had to run to a nearby store. Shortly thereafter, she hung up, grabbed her coat, and let out the back door. I watched her drive out of the parking lot and started walking back to my desk. Instead, I detoured to her desk.

Trisha's desk was a mess. She'd left her half-eaten lunch (a sandwich and some yogurt) on the table. She'd also left her scarf in a lump near her computer. I picked up the scarf and sniffed it. I could smell her and for some reason this really turned me on. The spoon she was using for her yogurt was on the desk. You could tell she was using it. For some inexplicable reason, I picked it up and sucked the little traces of yogurt from it.

I would NEVER ever pick up someone's USED silverware and eat off of it. Yet, there I was licking and sucking on this woman's spoon like a hungry animal. I became aware of my cock tightening in my jeans. Of course, the thought crossed my mind... yogurt... hard cock... perfect opportunity. I pulled out my cock and started to masturbate. My heart was pounding and I was feeling a little dizzy but I couldn't help fantasizing about cumming in her yogurt. I'd wait for her to come back from the store and make an excuse to strike up a conversation. I imagined watching her picking up the spoon I'd just licked clear and eating her cum-flavored yogurt as I watched. But I was too nervous and I couldn't get myself close enough to cum. I was petrified I'd be caught. After all, it's true that no one works on holidays but that's not a hard and fast rule. I had too much to lose and I couldn't judge how long Trisha had been gone. Instead of cumming in her yogurt, I clumsily thrust my cock into it. I sort of 'stirred' it with my cock and quickly put down the cup, zipped up my pants, and ran back to my desk.

I spend several minutes trying to clean Strawberry yogurt off my cock, hands, and underwear. I was a sticky mess. I headed to the bathroom to get some wet paper towels to finish the cleanup. When I returned, Trisha was back at her desk EATING HER YOGURT with the spoon. I didn't have the nerve to say anything so I just ran back to my desk. A few minutes later, she packed up and left for the day.

A week or so later, I was staying late in the office. Plenty of people were still there but Trisha always rolls out early so I knew there was no danger of running into her. Again, I went to Trisha's cubicle and poked around. She'd again left a mess. This time she left her gym bag splayed out on the floor. I grabbed it and ran into the bathroom. I sat in the farthest stall from the door and rummaged through her bag. There were some sandals, some socks, two maxipads still in their wrappers, and some toiletries. I was disappointed until I opened another zipper and found her clothes.

Trisha had kept her running shorts and shirt in the bag along with her bra and several pairs of panties. One pair of panties were light blue lacey boy shorts neatly folded. Another was just basic white cotton Victoria's Secret size 4. These had a fresh, whitish yellow stain in the crotch. The third pair were yellow and rather ratty looking but otherwise clean. Although I was somewhat ashamed, I was also simply incapable of stopping myself from raising her stained panties to my nose and sniffing deeply. I've always thought of panty sniffers as sad, wretched, dispicable little fucks and yet there I was giving in to this sickening urge. Then, even worse, I wrapped her panties around my cock and jerked it furiously until precum started to ooze out. I wiped my precum into her panties right onto the stain her pussy had made. I also wiped my precum into her clean blue panties. Eventually I got scared again and stopped. I put all of her clothing back the way it was (or as close as I could get) and put the bag back in her cubicle.

Again, nothing happened for a week or so.

I found myself fantasizing more and more about Trisha. So... next I brought in a small HD video camera. I waited for another night when the office was empty. Rummaging through her cubicle, I found the pair of strappy sandals she seems to wear at least twice a week. I videotaped myself jerking off and shooting my cum all over her shoes. There are some cloth bits to the shoes and I was afraid she'd notice the stains but I didn't try to clean them up. I simply put them away and assumed they'd dry by morning. Within a few days she was WEARING those shoes. I could still see the faded, crusty white dried cum on them. Seeing her feet in those shoes make my cock instantly hard. I felt like I just HAD to capture that image.

Over the next few days, I started hiding the video camera under Trisha's desk so I could get nice up-close videos of her feet in her cummy shoes. After I got that, then I thought maybe it would be better to aim the camera between her legs. Maybe I could get a nice shot up her skirt. Maybe I could capture video of the panties she's wearing... and then cum in them later. My head was spinning with new ways to spy on her. But the more I thought about it, it was like I wanted to worship her but also to control her. I wanted to cum in her food and her clothes, smell her, taste her pussy, taste her spit on her spoon...

I've never had this happen before and I'm not sure where it will lead. Part of me wants to stop because I have too much to lose. But part of me needs to continue. In my fantasies she catches me but instead of screaming and reporting me to the cops, she finds it erotic and hot and begs me to continue. Ha... fat fucking chance.

Each day after running, Trisha takes a shower in the only bathroom in the building that has one. It's for both men and women so I have access to it when it's not occupied. I've figured out how to hide the camera in the bathroom. I'm going to hide it there next week and see if I can finally catch her naked.

What do I do next???????? Do I stop???????? Do I continue???????? Who knows.