Some background and description because it might matter to you:
I’m a 26F, 1.65m, 57kg.
Ren (fake name) is a 28M, around 1.8m.
we’re both physically fit people who workout.
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The first time I felt like Ren might be up to something was when he walked over to my desk to discuss some work stuff. He knelt beside me and positioned himself beyond what is a normally comfortable and acceptable maximum distance to keep from a co-worker of another gender, his knees grazing my thighs, and launched into a discussion.
I tried to follow whatever he was saying while trying to subdue the embarrassing sensation of keenly feeling a small part of his body on mine, while trying to silence dozens of questions about his abnormal behaviour. they threatened to fill my mind entirely and block out the work discussion.
1. There was no need for him to come so close to talk to me – it wasn’t a confidential discussion and there weren’t people around us that we’d disturb from discussing it at normal volume and physical distance;
2. We sit directly opposite each other, our desks separated by a short cubicle wall. honestly, he could have just stood up to talk to me.
3. Did he even notice that he was being abnormally close and that I was shy about it from my obvious blush that’s making my ears and cheeks boil right now?
I needed to look professional. Also, he probably didn’t know how much his behaviour was affecting me – maybe it was normal for him and his social groups. I pushed myself away from him on my rolling chair and forced myself to get back to the discussion. He didn’t give me a break, though – he just found another place to put his knee on and closed the distance again. This time at least we weren’t side by side, but facing each other, which put a bit more distance between our faces.
But ever since then, I’d started consciously noticing things about him and even started to fantasise about him all the time. Despite the compromising and deliciously kinky situations I conjure up in my mind sometimes when he’s around, I still consciously maintained a professional and friendly relationship with him. Nobody needed to know that half the time I was slathering the office chair with my cum in his direct line of sight.
A few months passed like this. Last Friday evening, Ren texted the office group chat to get help handing in a physical document on Monday, as he could not drop by the office to do so on Monday itself. I was scheduled for shift duty from Sunday to Monday, and so offered to meet him to take the document from him before my duty commenced at 10am. He did not reply and I took it as he was not going to show up.
Two hours before my duty, I returned to office to change into uniform and get some work done. The office was deserted as expected, as there’s no weekend working culture. I left the main door to shut on its own behind me and proceeded to change out into the uniform at my desk, about 15m away.
As I pulled my shirt over my head and temporarily blocked the office out, a soft click from my front startled me. Panicked, I yanked the shirt free of my head to visually identify the source of the sound. There was Ren, standing in the door frame 15m away from me. I thought I saw his eyes move slowly downwards towards my breasts and linger there, before locking with mine again. I was wearing a black, laced bra with translucent mesh cups. the situation was at the same time flattering, nerve-wracking, and embarrassing. I wished he would at least close the door to block my blushing figure out from full view of the corridor outside – and perhaps invite himself out too to prevent our future working relationship from becoming awkward.
as if hearing my thoughts, Ren closed the door… but behind himself. I wanted to scream but I knew it would be futile – nobody would be around to hear me anyway. and did I really want to scream…? we stood staring at each other for a while like this before he turned, locked, and bolted the door. the windows leading into the corridors were frosted, but he still drew the blinds anyway. we were effectively shut off from the world right now.
he started for me, unhurried, never taking his attentive eyes from mine. in that moment, I felt like he was boring into my mind and perusing all the dirtiest, darkest fantasies I ever had. he looked like another person – better – wearing his civvies, since all I had seen him in was uniform. he might have been thinking the same of me, seeing me for the first time without a uniform, literally. the tension, the humiliation, the anticipation heated up my groin and made my pussy drip. every minor shift I made to reposition my weakened legs made my pussy lips slide across each other, which turned me on even more.
he stopped at his desk and put down his bag, and finally broke eye contact to retrieve the document. “Can you hand this in for me tomorrow?”
Without reply, I took the document from him and put it in my bag. *Please leave now, please leave now.*
“Weren’t you changing? Please, carry on.”
I continued to stare. It would feel wrong to continue to do anything other than ask him to leave. I was already deeply embarrassed by his incessant stares and no longer felt comfortable in his gaze to continue undressing or even re-dress myself – why should I cover myself up? Why should I do anything?
But the sentence would be normally interpreted as an order – and this particular one demanded me to strip for a man, which was absolutely inappropriate and humiliating for my East Asian upbringing and sensibilities. I loved it. My clit throbbed in approval at his command though my brain feared for how the situation could evolve and attract more trouble than it’s worth. And so I kept up my poker face.
the office was exceptionally silent, so the sound of my quickened breath in response to my pounding heart and throbbing pussy at that command betrayed how turned on I was for him. it was too much to bear and I decided to do something. I’d change, but I’d reveal as little as I could to preserve a bit of chastity left of me in his mind – not that there’s a need to, and I hate the idea that women are “chaste” by default – but when confronted with an emergency as intense as this that required split-second decisions made on half a sound mind, one falls back onto their conditioned mindsets usually from their adolescence (definitely don’t quite me on this); and mine was built on a foundation of 4chan /b/ memes, slut hypnos, CNC videos of women bound and gagged and creamed… all of which basically insinuate that “desirable women don’t want sex – so you need to force them to let them enjoy it.” I was wild online, but I never acted upon that wild side IRL because I was an outrageously shy young adult.
while I made up my mind, he had walked over to my cubicle and was standing within half a metre of me. I reached for my uniform top and immediately felt a slap on that hand.
“you will start with taking off your pants, then your socks.”
I saw no way out and started undoing my pants. he grabbed both my wrists firmly and said “do you copy?”
“Yes Sir”. The moment I dropped my pants, i felt the coat of warm cum on my inner thighs cool as they came into contact with the air. the cum that soaked my thongs were still hot. he smiled when he saw that I was wearing thongs, and walked around to my back to admire my body from there. “fancy. who do you want to show this off to on duty?”. Fact is, I just wear a lot of sexy underwear to satisfy the secret, repressed slut inside of me.
“it’s just for myself, sir.”
I blushed even deeper as I proceeded to bend over away from him to remove my left sock first – which inadvertently revealed the glistening, wettest part of my pussy to him. he was now sitting on my chair right behind me. I kept my thighs as close together as possible and bent over instead of bringing my leg up, to somehow try to prevent more cum from leaking out in front of him. he probably sensed it because he made me open up my feet to shoulder-width and bend over for the other sock. I felt ashamed beyond words, spreading my legs and bending for him.
from my peripheral vision, I saw him stand up and move closer when I started with my next sock. I felt his hardness on my ass, warm where we touched. I froze. at this point, I imagined what it would feel like if he grabbed my hips and started grinding into me – or for better or worse, freed his cock and fucked my dripping pussy from behind, while groping my breasts, pinching my brown nipples, and choking me with the other hand… he would cum deep inside me and force me to clean his cock with my face and tongue, before I spent the rest of the day in the duty room with his cum randomly seeping out of my pussy.
he was teasing me to insanity and I was enjoying every moment of my powerlessness and my submission. *please, fuck me now and end my agony.*
“what do you want?” I asked cooly instead, daring him to take me already. I took off my remaining sock and stood up again, my gaze fixed ahead.
“I just wanted to pass you the file.”
“so you did. why did you stay?” I turned around to get my uniform which was on the table beside him. he didn’t respond. I tried to avert his eyes but ended up unconsciously staring at his obvious erection. there was a precum stain at the tip of it.
he sat back down on my chair. he knew I was staring, and he grabbed the base of his cock through his pants and slowly stroke himself while contemplating a reply. “would be a waste if nobody got to enjoy your beautiful lingerie. and see the filthy side of you”.
once I was dressed, I grabbed my work and left him behind, lounging at my desk and staring at my back until I exited the office.
there wasn’t a lot to deal with that day, which I was grateful for, because my entire mind just kept replaying what happened with Ren. I kept having to visit the washroom to wipe off my cum because it couldn’t stop oozing out. the amount of cum I produced that day easily soaked through the thick fabric of my pants and threatened to stain the chair.
I hope our work dynamic doesn’t change, but it seems impossible after that intimate episode – even though we never lost total control to the obvious lust and sexual tension, even though nobody would and could ever know if we did, anyway.
I’m looking forward to and dreading seeing him again on Tuesday.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wilmpg/repressed_whore_is_still_repressed_mf