Distractions

This day wasn’t going to end anytime soon. The stacks of paper on your desk were only getting taller, almost as if they were competing with the skyscrapers out of the window. What a sad look. The city is gray and quiet, it’s boring. There’s nothing good to look at, on one side you can see the other hundreds of office workers, just like you, working away curve on their desks; on the other, the constant reminder that what you won’t finish today, you’ll have to deal tomorrow.

You don’t know why you took this job. Probably because there wasn’t any other option or because finding a job in this city was impossible. The pay was okay, but it was useless if you were never going to leave this office.

Only one thing can put some comfort into your gray life. Only one thing can put some color into this monotonous boredom. Chaeyoung.

“Um, sir? I have the rest of the documents you asked for,” you raise your eyes from your pen to see your secretary half covered by the papers she was holding. You can only see her legs… smooth and exciting. Finally something good. “Have you—oh, I see you still have the previous ones…”

“Yeah, I can’t concentrate,” you admit with defeat. Holding your head between your hands, you curse yourself again. It wasn’t the first time you’d been locked into this prison and forced to roll a boulder up a hill like Sisyphus, but usually, you’d get it done after two hours. It’s been four hours.

There was a bad side to Chaeyoung. It wasn’t her. It was you. Being your distraction was a joy but it was starting to become an addiction, especially today that she came to work with this incredibly short skirt and even no stockings. Your eyes are glued to her, from the hem of her blazer to her creamy thighs, to her knees, calves, and her feet, encased in those black heels. Gosh, she’s perfect.

You sigh again.

“Oh, dear… there are quite a few things here,” Chaeyoung says, trying to find a place where to put her stuff. “Usually you’re very on top of your workload, so it’s quite irregular for this to occur. If you need help, I could take this load for you, if you’d like?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you groan and sigh heavily. She was right. It was indeed irregular for you to be like this, but it was also not your fault if she decided to come to work looking like such a slut. You weren’t going to finish anytime soon if she was around.

“No? I’m sorry sir. I shouldn’t have overstepped. I just feel as though you’re quite distracted, and I am a little worried. Is everything okay?”

“Everything is alright,” you pronounce clearly. Your eyes are dark. You’re focused. Your back is perfectly straight, neatly sitting in perfect posture, your belly glued to the desk, knees bent at 90 degrees, almost as if… hiding your boner. There was no way your body was going to ignore her. You’ve tried. You really tried to think of something else, but this happened.

“Well, you seem far more stressed than usual, and you’ve been at your desk for hours without getting up! Don’t you think it would be best to stretch your legs, and possibly get some fresh air?”

“I don’t need to go outside. I just need to finish this stuff, the papers won’t sign themselves, you know.”

“Sir, don’t fret,” your secretary scolds you. “I am here to take care of anything you need. If there’s a way I can help you de-stress, I will do my very best.”

Her eyes sparkle, she seems to have an idea. Suddenly, Chaeyoung takes your hand and pulls you away from your chair. You stand up, confused, and without anything to say, you follow her. “Here, I know the perfect spot to sit and have some quiet time while on a break. Come with me, I’ll show you!”

Chaeyoung turns around, her happy face turns into stone. You stand there. But you seemed to forget one very important detail and that was to not get away from your desk at any cost. Especially, if your secretary was around. And now, your little (big) secret was at her full display.

Chaeyoung can’t helpt but notice the huge boner in your pants. She covers her mouth in embarrassment. “O—oh! Sir, you—oh, oh my. You...well, I think I might see why you’re so stressed…”

Perfect. There goes your job. Well, it isn’t that bad, right? You can finally get away from this hell and start over again. That’s if she doesn’t call the police. Having a boner at work isn’t a good thing to have on your curriculum.

“I’m sorry, are you upset?” you beg. You’re trapped against the wall. There’s nowhere to hide. You’re ashamed and scared.

“I’m not upset, I promise,” Chaeyoung awkwardly smiles at you. Caught looking too low, she immediately flickers her eyes up to the ceiling. “I just...well, I’m just a little shy. Did I do this, sir?” she asks you shyly. “Is it because my skirt is a little too short, or should I have worn stockings? I don’t really like wearing them and I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to walk around without them to the office…”

“No, I really like this look. Your bare legs are beautiful,” you confess truthfully. At this point, go big or go home.

“Oh, y—you like them? Well, I’m glad, but I just worry that it might have been a bit too, um, ‘sexy.’ Goodness, I was a bit clumsy today and I did bend over a little far when picking up my documents in front of you…” You remember. The sight of her black lacy panties will never leave your mind ever again.

“I—it’s fine.”

“No, It’s—it’s not fine, sir. It could be my fault that you’re so distracted… With how you’re straining against your pants, it makes so much sense why you haven’t gotten anything done…”

“I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I last had some… alone time. I’ve been working a lot and when I get home, I just eat, clean myself and sleep. I don’t have time to fap or anything, it’s just been building up.”

“Oh, it’s been awhile since you last orgasmed?” Chaeyoung says without shame. Then, she realized what she said and catches herself. “Oh! Oh, dear, I meant, um...relieved…yourself? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to use that kind of language at the office…”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“No, please, it’s totally okay! Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s been that long, I’m certain it can’t be helped that you’re this,” she clears her throat, “hard…”

“Is there something I could do about it, sir? I hope it’s not inappropriate for asking… maybe I could help? Would that be something you’d like? After going so long without a release, it must be torture. What could we do? Hmm, let me think for a moment. With how hard you’re getting, I’d prefer to satisfy you soon…”

“What are you saying? You don’t have to do anything.”

“Oh, don’t worry sir. This is for our benefit, isn’t it?” Chaeyoung giggles. It seems her initial embarrassment has completely disappeared. “I have an idea. I think I could help you with your difficult situation. Perhaps you could—um, thrust between my thighs? I knew my outfit would be appropriate for work.”

“My thighs are quite soft, and…” she looks at you with lust. “There’s just enough space between my thighs for you to fit.”

Your hands are still on your crotch, trying so desperately to hide yourself. Her words weren’t helping. It kept growing and now it was practically impossible.

“Oh sir, don’t worry. I’ve already seen how hard you are. I’m your secretary, sir! Taking care of your needs is something I take pride in, and this is no exception. Here, I’ll just lock your office door, so no one can disturb us.”

Chaeyoung slowly walks to the door and closes it, turning in the lock to hear a nice click. All the sounds of the machines and printers stop. It’s only you and her. She looks at you intensely, through her dark pupils, her elegantly decorated eyelashes. Her eyes are deep and flirty, but most of all, they’re honest and there was nothing else but lust now. 

“So, where would you like me?” she starts, her tone is subtle, it tickles your ears.

“By the desk,” you say, low in your throat.

“By your desk?” she giggles, almost as if she already knew the answer. “Of course. If you’d just lean against it here, I’ll just stand in front of you. I’ll remove these pants and then…”

Her fingers, with polished nails and gentle touch, quickly sip down your pants, pushing the hems aside to make space for you. The tent of your underwear desperately wants to get away. Chaeyoung slightly moves it aside and your penis springs out.

“Sir, oh, gosh,” Chaeyoung stutters, her eyes are wide open. “It’s,” she clears her throat, it’s surprising how hard she’s trying to be professional even in this moment, “well, I shouldn’t comment. It’s not appropriate.”

“Don’t worry, I wanna hear it.”

“You’d like to hear it? Well, then I suppose it’s not breaking any rules... I think you have a wonderful cock, sir. I just—well, I can’t help but want to touch it…” The tip of her fingers ever so slightly brush against your head, sending shivers down to your whole body. You gasp. Your penis twitches. The blood inside it’s pulsing, it’s so swollen and pent up.

“Please, I'll relieve you right here and now. I'll pull up my skirt, and you thrust between my thighs…”

It doesn’t take much, she takes the skirt and rolls it up to a roll of fabric right above her ass. You admire her legs, now in full display, they’re smooth and inviting. You also look at her cheeks, masked by the underwear, they’re not shy at all. 

You caress your hand up to her skin. It’s like velvet. Chaeyoung’s breath itches. Her panties were damp, no, they were soaking wet, the rest of the juice that they couldn’t hold was pooling right down to her thighs. She must have gotten wet while she was speaking.

Your hand collects the liquid and spreads it around her thigh gap. You touch her pussy a couple of times, making Chaeyoung whine helplessly. With her legs nice and lubed, you stroked the remaining juice on your penis and aligned yourself to the entrance. 

Your hips push yourself inside. 

There was nothing quite like the first thrust, that split second where the head of your cock goes from naked and exposed to suddenly being swallowed whole and surrounded by warmth, pressed into that pooling mess that was her legs.

You moan as Chaeyoung squeezes her meaty thighs tightly around your throbbing shaft. Staring into her beautiful eyes you grab her wide hips and begin pumping, fucking her heavenly oiled lubed thighs. She wanted you as much as you wanted her. That “fuck me” look she was giving you only made you more feral.

“There you are, sir,” she encourages you. “Do my thighs feel nice? Feeling your cock between them, it makes me feel hot…”