A man, alone in his cubicle, allows his mind to wander, his hand to roam. His zipper inches down, revealing his hardening cock, as he strokes it slowly, eyes closed, lost in a fantasy of unknown, willing hands. The click of heels outside his door jolts him back to reality, but not before he's coated his desk with his pent-up lust, breathing heavily, a secret smile playing on his lips.