Uncanny Workplace Attraction Pt. 02

Hello!

In the first installment, Devon and her new employee Thomas noticed a powerful attraction to each other that they could not contain once they were alone together.

Now it's the next day and Thomas wonders if it was a fluke or if Devon will see a workplace entanglement as a mistake.

PSA: Shame-free series following two switchy and versatile individuals.

Thanks for reading, hope you like it!

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After their passionate, if fully clothed, encounter the previous evening, Thomas wasn't sure how he should approach Devon during work the next day. It seemed undeniable that a powerful attraction existed between them. The desperate energy of their brief groping and grinding had been intense and their bodies could not help but communicate their desire. Thomas sighed deeply as he remembered the feeling of Devon's hard cock pressed firmly against his through their clothing. The sigh earned him a strange look from Mr. Wharton's secretary in the elevator next to him. He cleared his throat in a feeble attempt at misdirection.

"Ruth," the woman said, extending a hand and politely ignoring the sigh with a bright smile on her face. "How was your first day?"

"Oh," he smiled, "I think I'm going to like it here."

When he got to his assigned area in the open office floor plan, a young man dressed in tidy suit was waiting for him.

"Hi." the young man said hurriedly. "Hello. I was assigned to facilitate your onboarding today but Ms. Ayers has just let me know that the curriculum team wants your feedback on the updates to the training she's been working on. So you'll be working with her these next few days. Let me show you to her office."

"Devon Ayers?"

"Mmmhmm, follow me."

When he got to "Ms. Ayer's" office, Devon was seated at her desk with another office chair set up next to her. Unlike yesterday when every look between them had felt charged with curiosity and invitation, today her face betrayed nothing. She was the very model of professionalism. Thomas took her lead and ignored the warmth flowing to his cheeks and the twinge of excitement and guilty pleasure he felt remembering the sexual energy they had exchanged in this very office just fifteen hours earlier. The tidy young man nodded at each of them and hurried away, leaving the door open.

"Ms. Ayers." Thomas said trying to contain a sly smile. He walked towards her desk and reached out his hand for a handshake. He was following the script for greeting a superior at work who he hadn't pressed his cock against, who he didn't want to stare at for hours, who didn't inexplicably turn off all his higher brain functions. Though, compared to yesterday they both seemed to be having an easier time of containing their lust. Maybe their brief and clumsy encounter the day before had released enough sexual tension for them to function without going into heat in the middle of the office. Maybe it had reassured both of them that the other was also feeling the inexplicable attraction, allowing them to better keep it under control without wondering if it was just their imagination. Or maybe, Thomas started to worry, Devon regretted what had happened and was discouraging further advances. Or maybe he had done something wrong. Or maybe...

"Please," she said, standing, and took his hand, "Call me Devon."

With Thomas' body and suit jacket blocking the gesture from any prying eyes that might see them from the open office door, Devon bit her lower lip gently and put her left hand on Thomas' chest before tracing path to his side and then finally giving his belt a playful tug with one finger. Her touch was electric. Thomas' eyes widened and he inhaled sharply through his nostrils, he wanted nothing more than to touch her back. He felt an almost imperceptible shudder from Devon in response to his physical display of excitement, but she was quick to bring the mask back up.

She let go of his hand, glancing at the open door and then at him with a meaningful look: For the benefit of anyone who walked by, they would need to play the parts of Training Specialist and Training Specialist in training.

"Come, sit."

The chair she indicated was next to hers behind a wide desk with gunmetal legs and cabinets, a faux-wood laminate top, and a sheet of textured metal on the side facing the door that extended almost to the floor. Thomas got his laptop out of his satchel and placed it on the desk. Next, he pulled out his charger and looked around for an outlet. By then, Devon was sitting again and had pushed a couple feet away from the desk to give Thomas space while he got set up.

"The power strip is under the desk," Devon said apologetically, "You might have to crawl."

Thomas shrugged, dropped the plug end of his charger into one of the holes on top of the desk, and got on his hands and knees. He traced some cords under one of the desk drawers to the power strip, pulling his cord along from above as he did so. The desk had some depth to it, so he had to maneuver fully under the desk in the space where Devon's legs would usually go in order to plug in his charger. With that done he started to back out.

"Actually, would you mind checking on something for me while you're down there?"

"Sure thing."

"See where I'm pointing? That one is always getting loose."

Thomas craned his neck to see Devon's hand, but rather than a hand pointing at a loose cord, he saw that Devon had pulled her chair a bit closer to the desk and pulled the hem of her long, flowy white skirt up to her spread knees, bunching up the fabric in the process. All a person walking by would see would be Devon at her desk. All Thomas could see was Devon and the contents of her skirt.

The day before, he could not help but appreciate how Devon's mini skirt hugged her soft feminine figure. But he had also noticed the way the faintest outline of muscle would appear on her thighs and calves as her foot struck the floor. Far from being bulky, stocky, or even particularly muscular, Devon just seemed fit and solid. Now, Thomas could see those legs up close. He took in Devon's Shiny black Doc Martens, high white socks with small green flowers embroidered in a diamond pattern that ended half way up her athletic calves, and her thighs. God, her thighs. Those legs that looked so fit and full when she was standing were now spread before him on her office chair. The chair pushed up on the flesh of her thighs and gave them no choice but to spread on the seat of the chair. And while this seated position did accentuate the curves and fullness of Devon's legs, it also pushed the inner muscles of her thighs up and inward, so that a slight separation between those muscles and the rest of her thigh was visible. Thomas wanted to squeeze those thighs, to kiss and to bite and to grab every inch of them until his hands and mouth knew them intimately, until they had been seared into his sense memory never to be forgotten.

But those soft yet athletic legs were not all that was on display. Devon's thick and alluring inner thighs led Thomas' gaze to a pair of cream colored panties bulging with her dick and balls. As Thomas' eyes adjusted a little more to the low light under the desk and under Devon's skirt, he could see that the panties were made of a fine mesh which made them almost completely see-through.

Thomas knew that many trans women were not all that fond of the genitals they were born with, to the point that many did not want them to be involved in sex at all. But from the insistent way that their cocks had pressed against each other the evening before and the daring, semi-public display happening now, it was clear that Devon was not one of those women. Which was exciting for Thomas, who had always found dick exciting but had never been attracted to men.

And what a dick it was. It was soft enough at the moment to curve off to one side and frame Devon's smooth, pink balls in a C-shape so that both her dick and balls were on full display pressing against the mesh of her see-through panties. From what Thomas could see, Devon was hairless. As Devon's exhibitionist excitement grew, Thomas could see the hem of her panties moving away from her thigh as her cock began to grow and stiffen. This also accentuated the fact that she was uncut as more of the tip of her cock emerged from her foreskin.

Thomas was transfixed. He wanted nothing more than to crawl up Devon's skirt and make her cock his full time job. To stroke her cheek and gaze into her eyes. To fall asleep on her breast. To share his cock with her. To fuck her wildly. To get inside--

"Don't tell me the new guy is late," said a gruff voice that Thomas recognized as belonging to one of the VPs who had conducted his interview.

Thomas straightened in surprise and hit his head with a thunk. He had forgotten all the parts of the world that weren't contained in Devon's skirt, so the interruption startled him greatly. He crawled out from under the desk and sat in the chair next to Devon awkwardly, noticing her pushing the hem of her skirt over her knees out of sight of the VP. He raised one hand to the bump forming on his head and with his other hand waved sheepishly at the man in the doorway.

"No sir, just plugging in my laptop."

"You're not getting a workers' comp vacation that easy, kid," the VP chuckled without a hint of cruelty. "Better keep an eye on this one, Devon." With that, the VP turned and headed down the hall.

Devon looked Thomas in the eye and gave him a shy smile. "Oh I intend to."

Thomas couldn't help but smile back.