Workplace Lust - Chapter 5
Workplace Lust – Chapter 5
Everyone traveled to the hiring event held in a neighboring city together. You were all picked up in a company van, flown on the same flight, and rode in the same shuttle to the hotel, where you are all staying and working for the next few days. If it hadn’t been for your almost constant anxiety about being around both Lennett AND your boss for the last 7 hours, it would have been a great travel day. Everything flowed smoothly, no delays, no hitches, no problems. “Well, except the main one.”, you think to yourself. And wasn’t it such a wonderfully terrible problem. Somehow, in answer to your unasked, unnamed fantasy, your boss decided to travel with comfort in mind. No pants suit, no skirt (“I wish it was only that now!” you think to yourself), not even a sexy business casual dress! Nope. She decides to wear her hair in a loose ponytail, loose overalls and a tight undershirt, cut low enough that her wonderfully amazing cleavage is just barely present.
You have spent the day in utter agony and ecstasy. Switching between trying to catch glimpses both down her shirt, and into the dark folds and recesses of her overalls. All you have discovered thus far, however, is that her shirt does not go very far down into her overalls, well above her hips, where her panties must hide, like a treasure yet to be discovered. If you could only see just another inch down into that dark! With each look, stolen glance, and outright staring when you think she isn’t looking, you strain to see just a little further into that darkness. Only a little further down her shirt when she leans forward. Each glance reveals an increasingly darker area of skin, a darkness that seems to go forever, but you know logically it must only be inches above her panties, you tell yourself for the hundredth time today. In a cruel turn of events, your boss was seated in the row in front of you, diagonally to your seat. Which meant you could see just a sliver of her from between the seats in front of you. More when she reclines, you thought then, mindless of the agony this might bring. And it did. Your entire flight.
With every minute that passed you tried to both convince yourself of reasons to get up and thus be privy to a possible view straight down her shirt, and convincing yourself of a reason to lean forward to line your slight sliver of sight to where she sat, thus offering minute glimpses into the gap of her overalls. And of course, to not be obvious. Though, you sigh inwardly, you suppose you may have already blown any cover for yourself when she caught you standing above her seat, frozen in the act of putting your bag in the overhead bin, eyes frozen down the cleft of her tight undershirt. As you realized she was watching you, watch her, you realized how close her face was to the front of your pants. Bare inches from your cock, which for once was not betraying your lust for your boss. You quickly break your eyes from her breasts and look to her eyes, where they lock with hers for the briefest of moments, the longest of breaths, before you tear them away and hurriedly rush to slide into your seat, face hot and flushed with both embarrassment, and what? Hope? Hope that she might have seen your lust, and had not immediately reacted? No, that is stupid, you tell yourself. She is married, she is my boss, and she looks at me as someone to look after, not someone she sees as sexual in any way. Get ahold of yourself and focus on the job you remember thinking. Well, so far you have been successful.
Two days into the work event and you have been both blessed, and cursed, by not having to work with either Lennett or your boss. Day one you were paired with the office bore, where your hardest part of the job was staying awake while The Bore asked potential new employees a variety of questions designed to, presumable, make the interviewee question every decision they have ever had, while feeling extreme inadequacy, based on how they were worded, you remember thinking to yourself, remembering your interview. You are glad you do not have to do this again. You remembered when you yourself were hired, by your current boss in fact! You remember trying to focus on the questions she was asking, while also trying not to seem like you were staring, but good God she was beautiful that day, and for virtually every day since. Your feelings of inadequacy that day never really went away whenever she engages with you.
Sometimes, when you allow yourself to let your mind wander into a fantasy with your boss, they are of her keeping you late at work and making you perform menial tasks around the office while she watches you and tells you how poor a job you are doing. Threatening to fire you until you beg her on your hands and knees not to do this. You think of how hard your cock grows when you play this fantasy in your head. Of how quickly you cum sometimes when imagining this scenario unfolding. Of how she laughs at you when she sees your hard cock straining in your pants. Of how she rubs her hands over the front of her shirt, down to her skirt, and back up to lightly pinch her nipple through her shirt. So quick you could have imagined it, and not enough to complain about sexual harassment. Who would believe you anyway, you say to yourself in the fantasy. Better to let her boss you around and degrade you. You need your job after all, and do not want to get fired for disobeying.
As you are replaying this favorite fantasy of yours, your coworker is droning on with interview questions. Today you are paired with Sandra from a few cubicles over, and her voice could stop two cats from fucking, and only drifting away in a daydream seems to dampen her voice as it grates on your brain. Suddenly, the hotel room door opens and Lennett, and your boss, come strolling in, all smiles and laughter. They quickly, but politely interrupt the interview, and ask Sandra to break away for another task in another room. Immediately you are suspicious. “What are they up to?” you wonder, while smiling and greeting them. Your boss apologizes to the interviewee and has them take a break to get a drink and go to the restroom. Once they go into the bathroom in the hotel room your boss turns to you and smiles.
As she smiles at you warning bells are going off, but your brain ignores them. You would probably ignore the room burning around you if your boss sat in front of you naked. As she begins to talk to you, Lennett moves off to the bedroom of the main room in the suite. Your boss explains Lennett has had a sudden migraine come on and requested to lay down. As she and your boss were done with their interviews for the day she brought her to the suite with an available bedroom. Your boss then casually mentions she heard from someone in the office that you were good at giving massages. She quickly states she knows it is not in the purview of your job, but she would consider it a HUGE favor if you could just spend a few minutes rubbing Lennett head and neck to hopefully loosen her migraine, otherwise she might be out of work the next day. She smiles again, and slowly says “Please”, as if she were purring to you, while gently resting her fingers on your leg, as she leans in asking. You feel your cock started to swell at that smile, at her light touch, almost not there, to lengthen at the sound of her purring voice. You quickly agree in order to be able to rush off. The fact you are going from one lions den to another does not immediately occur to you as you quickly rush into the bedroom to escape your growing desire. As you turn in the dark room, you see Lennett lying on the bed quietly, face down, seemingly asleep.
As you approach the bed you softly call her name, hoping with all that you are she is asleep. Her voice dashes that hope quickly as she tells you to come over and asks if you were ok with your boss’s request to give her a quick massage. You hear something in her voice. You don’t know what it is, and you can’t pinpoint it. Something different than usual. After so many years you thought you knew Lennett inside and out, but not this. As you walk over to her side of the bed, you are still trying to puzzle out the underlying tone you heard, when you see Lennett has only her bra and panties on, lying on the bed. You start to stammer some apology about not meaning to walk in on her when she laughs and says you are both way past that. “Besides”, she says, “this is not sexual at all”. “No top clothes just means direct and easy access to those muscles needing to be massaged”, she says to you.
You are torn. You know Lennett’s migraines are legendary in the office, sometimes laying her out for multiple days. And, whereas you wouldn’t mind working with your boss for more days to make the work up, but it does mean others will have to do the rest of Lennett’s work as well. However, your brain is screaming at you about crossing lines and putting yourself into situations that might lead to another slip by you. As you are painfully debating your inner demon Lennett looks up at you from the bed and whispers “Please”. You give in and lean over to start rubbing her with your hands.
Everyone traveled to the hiring event held in a neighboring city together. You were all picked up in a company van, flown on the same flight, and rode in the same shuttle to the hotel, where you are all staying and working for the next few days. If it hadn’t been for your almost constant anxiety about being around both Lennett AND your boss for the last 7 hours, it would have been a great travel day. Everything flowed smoothly, no delays, no hitches, no problems. “Well, except the main one.”, you think to yourself. And wasn’t it such a wonderfully terrible problem. Somehow, in answer to your unasked, unnamed fantasy, your boss decided to travel with comfort in mind. No pants suit, no skirt (“I wish it was only that now!” you think to yourself), not even a sexy business casual dress! Nope. She decides to wear her hair in a loose ponytail, loose overalls and a tight undershirt, cut low enough that her wonderfully amazing cleavage is just barely present.
You have spent the day in utter agony and ecstasy. Switching between trying to catch glimpses both down her shirt, and into the dark folds and recesses of her overalls. All you have discovered thus far, however, is that her shirt does not go very far down into her overalls, well above her hips, where her panties must hide, like a treasure yet to be discovered. If you could only see just another inch down into that dark! With each look, stolen glance, and outright staring when you think she isn’t looking, you strain to see just a little further into that darkness. Only a little further down her shirt when she leans forward. Each glance reveals an increasingly darker area of skin, a darkness that seems to go forever, but you know logically it must only be inches above her panties, you tell yourself for the hundredth time today. In a cruel turn of events, your boss was seated in the row in front of you, diagonally to your seat. Which meant you could see just a sliver of her from between the seats in front of you. More when she reclines, you thought then, mindless of the agony this might bring. And it did. Your entire flight.
With every minute that passed you tried to both convince yourself of reasons to get up and thus be privy to a possible view straight down her shirt, and convincing yourself of a reason to lean forward to line your slight sliver of sight to where she sat, thus offering minute glimpses into the gap of her overalls. And of course, to not be obvious. Though, you sigh inwardly, you suppose you may have already blown any cover for yourself when she caught you standing above her seat, frozen in the act of putting your bag in the overhead bin, eyes frozen down the cleft of her tight undershirt. As you realized she was watching you, watch her, you realized how close her face was to the front of your pants. Bare inches from your cock, which for once was not betraying your lust for your boss. You quickly break your eyes from her breasts and look to her eyes, where they lock with hers for the briefest of moments, the longest of breaths, before you tear them away and hurriedly rush to slide into your seat, face hot and flushed with both embarrassment, and what? Hope? Hope that she might have seen your lust, and had not immediately reacted? No, that is stupid, you tell yourself. She is married, she is my boss, and she looks at me as someone to look after, not someone she sees as sexual in any way. Get ahold of yourself and focus on the job you remember thinking. Well, so far you have been successful.
Two days into the work event and you have been both blessed, and cursed, by not having to work with either Lennett or your boss. Day one you were paired with the office bore, where your hardest part of the job was staying awake while The Bore asked potential new employees a variety of questions designed to, presumable, make the interviewee question every decision they have ever had, while feeling extreme inadequacy, based on how they were worded, you remember thinking to yourself, remembering your interview. You are glad you do not have to do this again. You remembered when you yourself were hired, by your current boss in fact! You remember trying to focus on the questions she was asking, while also trying not to seem like you were staring, but good God she was beautiful that day, and for virtually every day since. Your feelings of inadequacy that day never really went away whenever she engages with you.
Sometimes, when you allow yourself to let your mind wander into a fantasy with your boss, they are of her keeping you late at work and making you perform menial tasks around the office while she watches you and tells you how poor a job you are doing. Threatening to fire you until you beg her on your hands and knees not to do this. You think of how hard your cock grows when you play this fantasy in your head. Of how quickly you cum sometimes when imagining this scenario unfolding. Of how she laughs at you when she sees your hard cock straining in your pants. Of how she rubs her hands over the front of her shirt, down to her skirt, and back up to lightly pinch her nipple through her shirt. So quick you could have imagined it, and not enough to complain about sexual harassment. Who would believe you anyway, you say to yourself in the fantasy. Better to let her boss you around and degrade you. You need your job after all, and do not want to get fired for disobeying.
As you are replaying this favorite fantasy of yours, your coworker is droning on with interview questions. Today you are paired with Sandra from a few cubicles over, and her voice could stop two cats from fucking, and only drifting away in a daydream seems to dampen her voice as it grates on your brain. Suddenly, the hotel room door opens and Lennett, and your boss, come strolling in, all smiles and laughter. They quickly, but politely interrupt the interview, and ask Sandra to break away for another task in another room. Immediately you are suspicious. “What are they up to?” you wonder, while smiling and greeting them. Your boss apologizes to the interviewee and has them take a break to get a drink and go to the restroom. Once they go into the bathroom in the hotel room your boss turns to you and smiles.
As she smiles at you warning bells are going off, but your brain ignores them. You would probably ignore the room burning around you if your boss sat in front of you naked. As she begins to talk to you, Lennett moves off to the bedroom of the main room in the suite. Your boss explains Lennett has had a sudden migraine come on and requested to lay down. As she and your boss were done with their interviews for the day she brought her to the suite with an available bedroom. Your boss then casually mentions she heard from someone in the office that you were good at giving massages. She quickly states she knows it is not in the purview of your job, but she would consider it a HUGE favor if you could just spend a few minutes rubbing Lennett head and neck to hopefully loosen her migraine, otherwise she might be out of work the next day. She smiles again, and slowly says “Please”, as if she were purring to you, while gently resting her fingers on your leg, as she leans in asking. You feel your cock started to swell at that smile, at her light touch, almost not there, to lengthen at the sound of her purring voice. You quickly agree in order to be able to rush off. The fact you are going from one lions den to another does not immediately occur to you as you quickly rush into the bedroom to escape your growing desire. As you turn in the dark room, you see Lennett lying on the bed quietly, face down, seemingly asleep.
As you approach the bed you softly call her name, hoping with all that you are she is asleep. Her voice dashes that hope quickly as she tells you to come over and asks if you were ok with your boss’s request to give her a quick massage. You hear something in her voice. You don’t know what it is, and you can’t pinpoint it. Something different than usual. After so many years you thought you knew Lennett inside and out, but not this. As you walk over to her side of the bed, you are still trying to puzzle out the underlying tone you heard, when you see Lennett has only her bra and panties on, lying on the bed. You start to stammer some apology about not meaning to walk in on her when she laughs and says you are both way past that. “Besides”, she says, “this is not sexual at all”. “No top clothes just means direct and easy access to those muscles needing to be massaged”, she says to you.
You are torn. You know Lennett’s migraines are legendary in the office, sometimes laying her out for multiple days. And, whereas you wouldn’t mind working with your boss for more days to make the work up, but it does mean others will have to do the rest of Lennett’s work as well. However, your brain is screaming at you about crossing lines and putting yourself into situations that might lead to another slip by you. As you are painfully debating your inner demon Lennett looks up at you from the bed and whispers “Please”. You give in and lean over to start rubbing her with your hands.
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