Pretty straight forward plot, but this is the intro I came up with. ->

I worked at a shop, doing work one would consider a "man's" job and while the work hand on it was nothing I couldn't handle. On the outside, I was seen as the guy who people referred to when they had questions or needed help with a taste, I was reliable, little did my coworkers know that all of that changed when I got home.

 I had a double life wearing women's clothing and posting it online. I liked the attention it brought. The comments complimenting me, the dm's with guys telling me what they'd do to me, and even the unsolicited dick pics all tickled my fancy. I had never done anything in person despite my promiscuous behavior, it was all a fantasy, until one day a profile with a familiar face messaged me.

 "Hey, love your content, think you'd good in my lap," was the message followed by a picture holding yourself to the camera. You were someone from work who happened to stumble across my account and boy was I surprised, and intrigued, nonetheless. I sent a few pictures to you unknowingly revealing a shirt in the background I often wore to work giving my identity away and after a couple texts the night came to an end.   
  
The next day, the images were still fresh on my mind, so much so that I accidentally bumped into you during break. You looked down at me, noticing that same shirt from the picture. You put a hand on my shoulder, ever so slightly squeezing it, and spoke, "Haha, careful now, don't wanna get any bruises." I shook my head and apologized, then was about to leave when you whispered something into my ear. "Meet me behind the building in my car after you clock out..." I perked up, oh crap, did you know? I wanted to find out for myself, so I obliged. 

A few hours later, I met you by your isolated car. "Get in," You sternly said, stepping into the backseat. I went in after you, "What's this about?" You didn't reply as you held your phone, just looked back and forth as if you were trying to confirm something, sitting with your legs apart, I noticed a bulge in your pants that you subtly hinted at me to feel. I couldn't help but stare, I knew you were a big man, but was your cock truly the same from the picture? I moved closer and slid my hand to your leg, gently rubbing, it was warm and getting harder by the second, a soft warmth flushed over my face as I tugged at the button of your pants, there was no doubt about it now, we both knew, and would indulge in our desires in secret whenever we got the chance.



[Fb4M] My coworker found out about my nsfw X account...! (Plot in description)