Workplace Lust - Chapter 6
Workplace Lust – Chapter 6
As you tentatively, almost delicately, touch Lennett’s skin to start rubbing and kneading those muscles that might help relieve her migraine, you begin to wonder if this was a good idea after all. As you fully touch Lennett’s back with both hands, you hear her gasp. Quietly to be sure, but you heard it. You feel your heart begin to speed up as your hands and fingers begin to rub and knead Lennett’s upper back. At first you go slow, and do not use much strength, as the last thing you want is to make her feel any more pain on top of her headache. You get lost in your thoughts, finding yourself wondering if what you are doing is right or if it crosses a line, then you wonder if it will be enough to relieve Lennett’s migraine, to trying to figure out how long you might be doing this, and finally, what you would be doing the second you got back to your room!
As your mind wanders to touching yourself later, you think about how you are going to masturbate in order to relieve the tension in your groin. The tension, of course, had started building the moment your boss started looking at you and talking to you not less than five minutes ago, and continued building due to the barely clad female body that you are massaging. This pressure has only continued to build as you slowly squeeze and rub Lennett’s back and neck, and you are anxious to get back to your room before anything embarrassing happens.
As these thoughts go through your mind you suddenly become aware of a noise which was soft and low, and you quickly become distracted. You concentrate, trying to find the source of the noise when you become all too aware it seemed to be coming from Lennett! “That sounds like purring”, you think to yourself. You keep listening to better hear it, to better figure out what it was and where it was coming from. Suddenly Lennett speaks up, “Keep going, your hands feel so good!”, and you realize you had stopped massaging as you looked for the source of the noise. As you refocus and start massaging her scalp and head now, you notice the noise, whatever it was, seemed to be gone now.
You work Lennett’s scalp with your fingers, kneading deeply, and she spoke again. “Can you focus more on my neck and back, please? I usually carry all the pain and tension there it seems”. You shift your hands to those areas and begin again. A minute or two goes by and Lennett murmurs something, which you ask her to repeat, and you lean in to hear better. As you lean down, thinking how much you hoped she would just fall asleep so you could escape, you hear her murmur again, “You know, what you are doing now with your hands would work ever so much better if you were over me”. You aren’t sure what she is implying and ask. She tells you it means if you sit on her, straddle her, from above you can lean down into the massage. “It just gives you a better angle and better leverage”, she says finally. You hesitate as that seems uncomfortably close to crossing some sort of line you shouldn’t. Lennett senses your hesitation and looks back at you and smiles, “I promise I won’t touch you in any way, I am just in this for a nice massage that hopefully helps my migraine”.
Your hesitation wavers, and she looks at you again, this time she says seriously, “Look, I am not trying to make you do anything you aren’t okay with doing, but I promise to just lay there while you massage. No tricks, when you are done, or my migraine disappears, you are free.” As she gives you a smile again, you remember how long you have been friends. You know she wouldn’t break her word. If she said she would leave you alone, no messing around with you, then she could be trusted to hold to that. You give in and climb up onto the bed to sit straddled over her back.
You do your best to adjust yourself before settling in, as you don’t want to trap your cock under you, in case it betrays you while your hands are on Lennett’s bare skin, in which case she would know and feel it. And your cock seemed of a mind to do exactly that as your weight sat and settled mostly over her thighs, and part of her ass. You begin again, trying even harder now to not get turned on, now that you are touching Lennett’s bare skin. As you try in vain to stop your mind from wandering to that day in the backseat of your car with Lennett, as you remember her fingers slipping inside her pussy, you feel your cock start to come awake. Thankful Lennett won’t ever know, you continue to massage her, hoping against hope that she will tell you she felt better soon.
Rub, squeeze, rub, squeeze, your hands continue rubbing and massaging up and down her back and neck, longing to slide around just a little to the side to feel her breasts, fighting the urge. Then you start to notice your hands were making longer and longer treks down her back, more away from her neck and headache, and closer to the curve of her ass. You become transfixed looking down, as your hands slide up and down her back. You notice how her back has such a sexy curve to it, even as she arched it under your hands. When she does this, you feel her ass push ever so slightly up and back, almost pushing against your crotch. Even as you start to panic a little from her being so close to discovering your secret, that she might bump or rub on your hard cock she is lying flat again, you think to yourself “she must have just been adjusting or stretching, or something”.
You continue to massage, your eyes now running up and down her back with your hands in rhythm with your breathing it seemed, your cock now straining against your pants. Uncomfortably tight, and inconveniently hard, you wish you could move and adjust to take the pressure off, but you know she would feel you moving and wonder why. You are still very eager to not be caught with your dick hard again, certainly not by Lennett, she would think you wanted her, when you were just responding to the situation and predicament you are in, so you stay where you are. As you try to think of something else, anything else, but what you are doing, where you are doing it, and whom you are doing it to, you again become aware of that strange noise from earlier.
You are welcome for the distraction to be honest, maybe it would even distract your hard cock from wanting to slip Lennett’s panties aside and sliding your cock into her….”NO” you yell in your head, “I am NOT attracted to her, she is my friend and that is all. That is all I will allow it to be!”. But as you are thinking this, hunting for the strange purring noise, you become aware that Lennett is moving. Not a lot, hardly even noticeable, and you think you wouldn’t have noticed if you were sitting on her, but it is there. Lennett was moving ever so slightly under you. You try to figure out what she is doing when you hear a low, barely audible moan come from her mouth. Your hands freeze as you realize the purring and movement were from her hand hidden under her. You quickly start massaging again to forestall Lennett from saying anything and hope she didn’t notice you noticing her masturbating while you straddled her, rubbing her sensually.
Your mind starts to race along with your heartbeat. Every beat can be felt in your chest and your cock, which is now harder than before. The pressure is almost painful, both from your cock pushing against your pants, straining to break free, and the pressure building in your balls. The feeling in your cock as that pressure built is excruciatingly, painfully good. The pressure in your balls is good as well, but in a way that makes you nervous. You are remembering before, when your cock exploded without being touched, of how good it felt to lose control. To watch your cum rush out of you, spilling on you, on your car seat, some even splashed onto Lennett’s pants that time. You can remember clearly the pearl white drop of cum that landed on her and started to roll down her leg as she began to cum again herself.
“Stop it”, you tell yourself as a way to get control of the situation even as it seemed fruitless. Your cock was now throbbing in time with your hands sliding up her back, down her back, subtly rubbing her sides to feel the slight rise of her breast to the side. Quickly you move your hand away even as you hear Lennett moan louder this time. You start to see her body moving slightly more now, rhythmically in time with your hands. Up and down, up and down, you feel her hips under you move side to side, side to side, slightly pushing back against your crotch, against your, now painfully hard, cock, as it struggles in vain to break free and plunge into Lennett’s waiting pussy.
You try again to stop your thoughts, to stop the feeling of her moving in time with your hands, as they moved over her bare skin. Your cock pushes against your pants, searching for stimulation, just a little friction, which you deny it. You see Lennett arm is all the way under her body, and although you can’t see her fingers stroking her clit, you know they are there. You know with every twitch, every moan, every wiggle, Lennett is rubbing her clit, maybe even sliding her fingers into her pussy. “Like she did before”, you think to yourself. I want to see her do it like before. While your mind starts this thought Lennett starts to moan louder, her breathing heavier. She starts taking deep breaths and holding them in turn. You feel her body tense under you, coiled and taught, tighter and tighter and tighter it seems to get until suddenly you feel her body start to orgasm. The tension building is released in a rush as her muscles relax, then contract, spasming with her orgasm, her breathing now quick and ragged, and you realize she is trying to hold back a cry as her body continues to cum. As you watch it, taking it all in, storing it, feeling every muscle in her body tense and relax as spasms rock through her, you realize you no longer have control of yourself. You can feel, like before, the loss of control, your own orgasm rushing at you. As your cum starts to rush out of your cock, in advance of your orgasm, you hold your breath. You fight it, you hold tight, trying with all your might to stop the cum from flowing out of your cock. Your body wins, and you can’t fight the impending orgasm, or the copious amounts of cum filling your boxers. “Not again” you think to yourself, even as pleasure washes over you. You give in completely, your mind goes blank, you barely register a door opening as your semen soaks through your slacks. You are distantly grateful the room is dark, so Lennett won’t see your wet spot.
As you open your eyes you become aware that Lennett has stopped moving and has tensed. You vaguely recall something, a door, and it comes to you as the panic starts to creep in. Someone just came into the room, and you quickly replay the last 10 minutes and realize you did not take notice of the interview in the other room ending a few minutes ago. Which meant the person currently standing in the room, silent and watching must be your boss. “Jesus, not again”, you think again to yourself. Your mind searches in vain for a way to cover this over. To explain why one of her employees was straddling another of her employees, and was mostly naked! Both of whom just came, one of which had a growing wet spot on the front of his pants, and neither which is following workplace protocol in the slightest. You start to wonder if you will be fired immediately, or after you get back from the work trip, when she walks out of the room without saying a word. Lennett, still laying under you, her hand in her panties, giggles a little. “Well, this might be a bit awkward over the next couple days”, and without another word, pushes me off and gets up to start dressing. She bends over in front of me as she picks her clothes up from the floor, slowly showing her panties, her now very wet panties, and begins to dress without a word. “Shit” you think, “How am I going to get out of here without the entire hotel seeing the wet spot in my pants, now cold, when before the cum rushing out had been so warm. As if in response to his unasked question, Lennett, now clothes, leaves without looking back or saying another word.
As you tentatively, almost delicately, touch Lennett’s skin to start rubbing and kneading those muscles that might help relieve her migraine, you begin to wonder if this was a good idea after all. As you fully touch Lennett’s back with both hands, you hear her gasp. Quietly to be sure, but you heard it. You feel your heart begin to speed up as your hands and fingers begin to rub and knead Lennett’s upper back. At first you go slow, and do not use much strength, as the last thing you want is to make her feel any more pain on top of her headache. You get lost in your thoughts, finding yourself wondering if what you are doing is right or if it crosses a line, then you wonder if it will be enough to relieve Lennett’s migraine, to trying to figure out how long you might be doing this, and finally, what you would be doing the second you got back to your room!
As your mind wanders to touching yourself later, you think about how you are going to masturbate in order to relieve the tension in your groin. The tension, of course, had started building the moment your boss started looking at you and talking to you not less than five minutes ago, and continued building due to the barely clad female body that you are massaging. This pressure has only continued to build as you slowly squeeze and rub Lennett’s back and neck, and you are anxious to get back to your room before anything embarrassing happens.
As these thoughts go through your mind you suddenly become aware of a noise which was soft and low, and you quickly become distracted. You concentrate, trying to find the source of the noise when you become all too aware it seemed to be coming from Lennett! “That sounds like purring”, you think to yourself. You keep listening to better hear it, to better figure out what it was and where it was coming from. Suddenly Lennett speaks up, “Keep going, your hands feel so good!”, and you realize you had stopped massaging as you looked for the source of the noise. As you refocus and start massaging her scalp and head now, you notice the noise, whatever it was, seemed to be gone now.
You work Lennett’s scalp with your fingers, kneading deeply, and she spoke again. “Can you focus more on my neck and back, please? I usually carry all the pain and tension there it seems”. You shift your hands to those areas and begin again. A minute or two goes by and Lennett murmurs something, which you ask her to repeat, and you lean in to hear better. As you lean down, thinking how much you hoped she would just fall asleep so you could escape, you hear her murmur again, “You know, what you are doing now with your hands would work ever so much better if you were over me”. You aren’t sure what she is implying and ask. She tells you it means if you sit on her, straddle her, from above you can lean down into the massage. “It just gives you a better angle and better leverage”, she says finally. You hesitate as that seems uncomfortably close to crossing some sort of line you shouldn’t. Lennett senses your hesitation and looks back at you and smiles, “I promise I won’t touch you in any way, I am just in this for a nice massage that hopefully helps my migraine”.
Your hesitation wavers, and she looks at you again, this time she says seriously, “Look, I am not trying to make you do anything you aren’t okay with doing, but I promise to just lay there while you massage. No tricks, when you are done, or my migraine disappears, you are free.” As she gives you a smile again, you remember how long you have been friends. You know she wouldn’t break her word. If she said she would leave you alone, no messing around with you, then she could be trusted to hold to that. You give in and climb up onto the bed to sit straddled over her back.
You do your best to adjust yourself before settling in, as you don’t want to trap your cock under you, in case it betrays you while your hands are on Lennett’s bare skin, in which case she would know and feel it. And your cock seemed of a mind to do exactly that as your weight sat and settled mostly over her thighs, and part of her ass. You begin again, trying even harder now to not get turned on, now that you are touching Lennett’s bare skin. As you try in vain to stop your mind from wandering to that day in the backseat of your car with Lennett, as you remember her fingers slipping inside her pussy, you feel your cock start to come awake. Thankful Lennett won’t ever know, you continue to massage her, hoping against hope that she will tell you she felt better soon.
Rub, squeeze, rub, squeeze, your hands continue rubbing and massaging up and down her back and neck, longing to slide around just a little to the side to feel her breasts, fighting the urge. Then you start to notice your hands were making longer and longer treks down her back, more away from her neck and headache, and closer to the curve of her ass. You become transfixed looking down, as your hands slide up and down her back. You notice how her back has such a sexy curve to it, even as she arched it under your hands. When she does this, you feel her ass push ever so slightly up and back, almost pushing against your crotch. Even as you start to panic a little from her being so close to discovering your secret, that she might bump or rub on your hard cock she is lying flat again, you think to yourself “she must have just been adjusting or stretching, or something”.
You continue to massage, your eyes now running up and down her back with your hands in rhythm with your breathing it seemed, your cock now straining against your pants. Uncomfortably tight, and inconveniently hard, you wish you could move and adjust to take the pressure off, but you know she would feel you moving and wonder why. You are still very eager to not be caught with your dick hard again, certainly not by Lennett, she would think you wanted her, when you were just responding to the situation and predicament you are in, so you stay where you are. As you try to think of something else, anything else, but what you are doing, where you are doing it, and whom you are doing it to, you again become aware of that strange noise from earlier.
You are welcome for the distraction to be honest, maybe it would even distract your hard cock from wanting to slip Lennett’s panties aside and sliding your cock into her….”NO” you yell in your head, “I am NOT attracted to her, she is my friend and that is all. That is all I will allow it to be!”. But as you are thinking this, hunting for the strange purring noise, you become aware that Lennett is moving. Not a lot, hardly even noticeable, and you think you wouldn’t have noticed if you were sitting on her, but it is there. Lennett was moving ever so slightly under you. You try to figure out what she is doing when you hear a low, barely audible moan come from her mouth. Your hands freeze as you realize the purring and movement were from her hand hidden under her. You quickly start massaging again to forestall Lennett from saying anything and hope she didn’t notice you noticing her masturbating while you straddled her, rubbing her sensually.
Your mind starts to race along with your heartbeat. Every beat can be felt in your chest and your cock, which is now harder than before. The pressure is almost painful, both from your cock pushing against your pants, straining to break free, and the pressure building in your balls. The feeling in your cock as that pressure built is excruciatingly, painfully good. The pressure in your balls is good as well, but in a way that makes you nervous. You are remembering before, when your cock exploded without being touched, of how good it felt to lose control. To watch your cum rush out of you, spilling on you, on your car seat, some even splashed onto Lennett’s pants that time. You can remember clearly the pearl white drop of cum that landed on her and started to roll down her leg as she began to cum again herself.
“Stop it”, you tell yourself as a way to get control of the situation even as it seemed fruitless. Your cock was now throbbing in time with your hands sliding up her back, down her back, subtly rubbing her sides to feel the slight rise of her breast to the side. Quickly you move your hand away even as you hear Lennett moan louder this time. You start to see her body moving slightly more now, rhythmically in time with your hands. Up and down, up and down, you feel her hips under you move side to side, side to side, slightly pushing back against your crotch, against your, now painfully hard, cock, as it struggles in vain to break free and plunge into Lennett’s waiting pussy.
You try again to stop your thoughts, to stop the feeling of her moving in time with your hands, as they moved over her bare skin. Your cock pushes against your pants, searching for stimulation, just a little friction, which you deny it. You see Lennett arm is all the way under her body, and although you can’t see her fingers stroking her clit, you know they are there. You know with every twitch, every moan, every wiggle, Lennett is rubbing her clit, maybe even sliding her fingers into her pussy. “Like she did before”, you think to yourself. I want to see her do it like before. While your mind starts this thought Lennett starts to moan louder, her breathing heavier. She starts taking deep breaths and holding them in turn. You feel her body tense under you, coiled and taught, tighter and tighter and tighter it seems to get until suddenly you feel her body start to orgasm. The tension building is released in a rush as her muscles relax, then contract, spasming with her orgasm, her breathing now quick and ragged, and you realize she is trying to hold back a cry as her body continues to cum. As you watch it, taking it all in, storing it, feeling every muscle in her body tense and relax as spasms rock through her, you realize you no longer have control of yourself. You can feel, like before, the loss of control, your own orgasm rushing at you. As your cum starts to rush out of your cock, in advance of your orgasm, you hold your breath. You fight it, you hold tight, trying with all your might to stop the cum from flowing out of your cock. Your body wins, and you can’t fight the impending orgasm, or the copious amounts of cum filling your boxers. “Not again” you think to yourself, even as pleasure washes over you. You give in completely, your mind goes blank, you barely register a door opening as your semen soaks through your slacks. You are distantly grateful the room is dark, so Lennett won’t see your wet spot.
As you open your eyes you become aware that Lennett has stopped moving and has tensed. You vaguely recall something, a door, and it comes to you as the panic starts to creep in. Someone just came into the room, and you quickly replay the last 10 minutes and realize you did not take notice of the interview in the other room ending a few minutes ago. Which meant the person currently standing in the room, silent and watching must be your boss. “Jesus, not again”, you think again to yourself. Your mind searches in vain for a way to cover this over. To explain why one of her employees was straddling another of her employees, and was mostly naked! Both of whom just came, one of which had a growing wet spot on the front of his pants, and neither which is following workplace protocol in the slightest. You start to wonder if you will be fired immediately, or after you get back from the work trip, when she walks out of the room without saying a word. Lennett, still laying under you, her hand in her panties, giggles a little. “Well, this might be a bit awkward over the next couple days”, and without another word, pushes me off and gets up to start dressing. She bends over in front of me as she picks her clothes up from the floor, slowly showing her panties, her now very wet panties, and begins to dress without a word. “Shit” you think, “How am I going to get out of here without the entire hotel seeing the wet spot in my pants, now cold, when before the cum rushing out had been so warm. As if in response to his unasked question, Lennett, now clothes, leaves without looking back or saying another word.
3ヶ月前
