Uncanny Workplace Attraction Pt. 01

Hello!

This is a story about two people who are inexplicably attracted to each other.

It doesn't play much or at all into genre or gendered tropes, just two people with the hots for each other trying, and failing, to keep it together at the office.

Hope you like it!

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I had been turned on before, but never like this. A string of selfish boyfriends and inexpert flings had left me feeling a bit hopeless. My once excitable and demanding sexual self was holed up in some lonely, forgotten recess of my mind.

Why that part of me had chosen to come scrabbling out of exile at the first sight of the newest training and development specialist was a mystery. But there I was transfixed by the thin strip of olive skin and the stray black hairs between his wrinkled white button up and reversible belt that were visible while he reached high for an ergonomic keyboard stored on one of the shelves lining the wall. He wasn't short, per say, but with the modest lift from my most comfortable work shoes I had an inch or two on him. I collected myself, took a step forward, and reached for the keyboard he was reaching for. But I must have been moving in slow motion because by the time my hand reached the shelf he had already flicked it towards himself, caught it, and walked off without ever noticing me. I stood wondering what had gotten into me.

Near the end of the work day "Thomas" was introduced at our weekly all-hands department meeting. I feigned interest in my phone, the wallpaper picture on my laptop, the dull brown bricks and tinted windows of the office building opposite us. Anything but him. The warmth and need I had felt when I had first seen him was not appropriate, not safe for the office. And really... it made no sense; was based on nothing. But all the same, I knew I would stare if I allowed myself even a glance. The last thing I needed right now was to be a flustered, horny mess in front of him and a collection of my colleagues and superiors..

It was my turn to introduce myself. "Hi'm Devon, I design the onboarding and continuing education curriculum." Is what I tried to say, but, gazing up from the faux wood finish of the table to meet his gaze, I never did get out the last syllable of "curriculum." As our eyes locked, his whole body seemed to tense and he let out a labored breath that he quickly disguised with a cough. Nobody seemed to notice my trailing off or his sudden intensity. Introductions continued for a couple moments more and our staring match ended once interrupted by a round of applause meant to welcome him to the team. The spell was broken for now and a carefree, goofy smile appeared on his face as his arm shot up to shake the HR director's hand.

After the meeting I holed myself up in my office with shades drawn and rearranged browser tabs and desktop icons while daydreaming about his crooked tooth, his prominent blue-green forearm veins, and his mess of curly black hair. I regularly stayed late to finish things up and I knew from experience that I should be the only one in the office by then. While I conjured up more and more frustratingly, inexplicably, alluring yet mundane details about him, my left hand wandered again and again to brush against my semi-stiff cock as it pressed against the tight, muted-pink mini skirt that I always thought of as being delightfully on the borderline of too short and scandalous for the office. I definitely wouldn't be able to keep wearing it if Mr. Training and Development was going to keep having this effect on me. I'd die of embarrassment if anyone caught me bulging and twitching against the fabric of my skirt every time the two of us were in the same room. Remembering the tiniest physical details and personality quirks from our ten minutes together was driving my insane, each memory bringing a pulse of blood to my increasingly stiff penis. I had fought admirably but found myself at a point where I could no longer put off imagining other parts of his body. I was certain he would bring an insatiable passion to fucking, but also patience, skill, and tenderness to love-making. I could not have told you where this certainty came from.

"This is pointless,"I stood up and closed my laptop dramatically., "I'm not getting any more work done today."

At that moment, there was a knock on my door and Thomas walked in apparently in the middle of a sentence.

"-saw you hadn't left and thought I'd ask if you know where I could find..."

My cheeks went red at the unexpected intrusion from the boy I had been daydreaming about and the related erection I was now sporting. I couldn't decide whether I should sit, raise the lid of my laptop, cover my bulge with my hands, or shoe him away. The moment of paralysis went on too long and it seemed any hope I had of hiding the situation in my skirt or coming off as anything resembling sexy or confident for our first private interaction was lost.

But perhaps I would be saved, his own awkwardness and bluster seemed to be a match for my own. On seeing my red-face his eyes darted to the floor and he immediately began to stutter an apology, saying he was still learning office norms and he was so sorry to barge in and so on and so forth.

This charmed me immensely and I started to giggle.

"I'm not laughing at you," I said between laughs, shoulders rising up and down, "But we are an awkward pair, aren't we?"

This seemed to cut the tension and he looked up sheepishly and ran one olive-skinned hand through his short black curls. "Thank God it's not just me!" He chuckled, "I swear I'm not usually like this."

"First days are always weird," I said to deflect from the current of energy coursing between us.

"No, it's not that." He looked at me really thoughtfully then, taking me in in a way I'm not sure anyone else had done before. I felt naked, but I did not feel vulnerable in that nakedness. I felt proud, excited, and seen. I stood a little taller. "Something about you..."

He trailed off. His gaze went soft and started to fall. Only then did he notice my cock reaching up for my belly button under my clothes, softer now but far from soft. His eyes widened and all my embarrassment came flooding back in an instant.

"Sorry! I-- It's not you-- It's just--" I hurried to the entryway, intent on shooing him away, locking myself in the office, and self-immolating. But he caught my shoulder before I could nudge him out the door.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he squeezed my shoulder and met my eyes with that intensity and focus once again, though a goofy smile was also starting to appear. His eyes scanned down my body before resting a split second on my bulge. I was sure he'd be able to feel the heat and desperation emanating from it. At his touch I had grown to full size. His hand lingered on my shoulder before tracing my arm and then my side. I could feel blood and desire pushing against my already full cock then with nowhere to go. A spot of precum darkened my skirt. My penis, which had been content to rest against my pubic mound and belly before, was now angling towards him, straining against the fabric which now felt tighter against my back side.

I was beyond reason then. Any notions I might have had about appropriate workplace behavior or how I would like to court or be courted were lost in a sea of horny. A soft groan escaped me and, instinctively, my hip pressed into his hand and then towards him. I noticed my back straighten, though I do not recall giving my body that command. It was as if my breasts were putting themselves on display and angling towards his face, his green eyes, his full lower lip. My own hand reached for his side, mirroring the way he was touching me. As I felt him pull me closer, I could not help but do the same. We were both breathing heavily, staring into each others eyes, breath hot against one another's faces, each of us desperately pulling and pressing closer to the other body. As our cocks met through layers of fabric in the dwindling space between us, I shuddered and almost lost my balance. But he was there, holding me. So instead of falling I was pulled in tight against him. I felt our hard members side by side then, and the desperate way our hips and our cocks ground into each other.

Just then, a glow appeared between the slats of my closed blinds and the noise from a vacuum starting not too far away could be heard. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I pushed Thomas into the door in a panic. My arms flew to my sides as if to tell the world "nothing to see here." I was a professional woman. Not someone who would ever get caught with her skirt around her ankles after hours. Thomas stood stunned for a second, eyes wide and pleading. Perhaps he was unsure why I had pushed him away. Then he heard the vacuum and straightened up sheepishly himself.

"Ahem. I guess I'll ask about intranet access tomorrow, then," he said, looking me up and down before settling again on my face and muttering "Wow."

With that, he turned and left, closing the door gently behind him.