Not So Little Distractions

The Office Door - Part 1

The tapping of a keyboard, for hours on end every day of your life, can get pretty tiresome.

A knock on the hard wooden door of my office breaks the pattern. I look up to see the door slightly creak open, and Alessandra's face poke round the corner.

'Eh, Mrs Hendrix?...You asked me to come to your office.'

'It's Ms. And yes, I did. Stop hanging by the door as if I'm going to bite your head off and sit down.'

She hesitantly makes her way over to my desk, and sits the other side of it, looking up at me nervously.

I take a couple of seconds to scan her over. I notice the top button undone on her shirt, the sleeves rolled up, showing her tattoos..

'Is that how the dress code suggests you wear your shirt?'

A flustered look emerges on her face, and I can't help but chuckle.

'I, uh, no. It's not.'

'Be grateful I'm having a good day...or I'd do something about it myself.'

She coughs and splutters on the water she'd just taken a sip of, her mind clearly in the gutter. Sure, it's what I meant, but I didn't think she'd catch on.

'What's so funny, Miss Moreno? Is something wrong?'

She does her best to get the water out of her shirt, but it's not working. My eyes trail down to where her hand is desperately rubbing at the patch on her shirt, and I notice her wine tinted bra showing through the damp material. I can see the pattern of the lace, and I smile to myself.

'I'm sorry about that. I just, thought of something. It was nothing you said Ms Hendrix, I promise.'

'No worries. I just wanted to talk to you, because...well-'

I cut myself off as I notice her biting her lip and looking at me in some sort of way that gives me a feeling that I definitely shouldn't feel towards my employee.

'Your little hints don't go unnoticed, you know?'

'I'm sorry, I'm not sure I know what you mean.'

I roll my eyes, her statement an evident lie. She smiles innocently, and leans forward on the desk, her unbuttoned shirt gaping at the front.

'Alessandra...Can you do me a favour?'

'Hmm?'

'Sit your ass on this desk.'

She raises her eyebrows, a clear look of amusement on her face, but she obliges and pushes the papers scattered across my desk onto the floor. She walks to my side of the desk, sits right in front of me, and I stand up, placing my hands on the desk either side of her and leaning forwards.

She reaches up and grabs onto the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer to her.

'I must say, Ms Hendrix...this isn't very professional.'

'I guess not..'

My fingers are fiddling with the buttons on her shirt- I'm desperate to have her in any way I can.

She beats me to it, pulling her shirt off and tossing it to the side. My gaze instantly drops to her tits, the tattoos across them, and her sexy, lace bra.

I step back to pull off my shirt, and I take a second to notice the massive, floor to ceiling windows that anyone can see through right now from outside of this building. I've never been religious, but dear God, if you're up there, please don't let anyone see us.

I stand in between her legs, and grab onto the back of her thighs. My lips find her neck, kissing anywhere I can find, and she moans softly. The sound is intoxicating, and God, I want to hear it again.

Within mere minutes, her hands are in the waistband of my trousers, gesturing at me to take them off.

As I do so, she swings her legs up onto the desk and lays down to pull off her little miniskirt that barely covers her ass.

She lays there, wearing nothing but her lacy bra and a lacy thong, and I can barely think any coherent thoughts. I'm losing my composure so quickly, and fuck, I've barely even touched her yet.

'Why are you just standing there, Ms Hendrix? Cat got your tongue? Nothing to say?'

'No, I...'

I can't defend myself...I just can't. She looks too damn sexy right now, and I can't think of anything except how it would feel to have my hands all over her gorgeous body.

'Alessandra, sit up.'

She does so, and a look of confusion spreads across her face.

I quickly reach for the clasp on the back of her bra, undoing it as fast as I can.

She giggles and the material falls away from her body, and I have to take a second to swallow the lump in my throat. I've been through my fair share of women, I'll admit, but she is just something different entirely.

Her hands grab onto my waist, pulling me as close as the desk will allow. She grabs at the clasp on the back of my bra. She has it undone within seconds, but I barely notice. I'm too focused on looking at her that I don't register for a few seconds what she's done.

'Fuck, Alessandra.. You're driving me insane.'