Thick raindrops soak through Leanne’s hoodie as she frantically tries to input the code for the door. Ice-cold and damp hands make the simple task almost impossible, but when she’s about to give up, it beeps its approval, and the door swings open. She shivers in the warmth as the door closes automatically behind her. If she’d known the storm was coming, she wouldn’t have agreed to work extra on a Saturday. The only consolation is that it’s not a regular workday. Since their building had been expanded, all of the rooms had been moved around, and unsurprisingly, the whole place was in disarray. Sally had asked around for anyone to come help sort it out, and Leanne had been the only one stupid enough to agree.
The staff room is empty when Leanne makes her way through. She sighs in relief. A few more moments of sweet silence before she’s stuck with Sally’s ramblings about nothing for an entire day. The dripping wet hoodie is heavy. Leanne grabs the bottom and attempts to pull it up over her head, instantly realising her t-shirt has gone with it as the air hits her damp skin. She tries to pull it back down, but it gets stuck on her hair clip, and she’s in the process of trying to figure out whether to go up or down when a deep cough echoes from behind her. Too deep to be Sally. In a panic, Leanne spins to face the sound before considering that there is far more to see on her front than her back. She softly squeals in embarrassment, still fighting with her clothes as she spins back around and smacks into a wall. The force nearly knocks her over, but a steady presence appears behind her and secures her balance just in time.
“Stop moving for a second.” The deep voice laughs, his warm breath drifting across the back of her neck and down her spine. She shivers, then stills. “Good girl.”
The phrase, the voice, the amusement laced through it. Tom. He stays behind her, carefully untangles the t-shirt, and pulls it back down over her. His hands ever so slightly, innocently, graze her skin as he does. She shivers again. He tries to lift the hoodie over her head but stops when there’s resistance.
“My clip,” she says, “It’s caught on my hair clip.”
He laughs again, then his hand slides up the back of her head and takes hold of the clip. Her head instinctively falls back as he pulls. In one swift movement, the clip is unhooked from the hoodie and her hair, and she’s free. Still facing the wall that had assaulted her a minute earlier. She rubs her bumped head at the memory. Tom turns her around and takes over the examination.
“Are you okay?” He asks, looking over the mark on her head and her flushed face.
“Yeah, I think so.” Leanne shrugs, and he frowns unconvinced, “I’m alright, really. Just a bit wet.”
The second the words leave her mouth, she wishes she could claw them back. Tom’s amused grin and raised eyebrows are enough to show his mind had taken the same direction as hers. He resists commenting on it and instead takes off his own hoodie and holds it out to her.
“This should cover you up enough for now. Take your wet stuff off, and I’ll put it in the dryer.”
“What?” She stares wide-eyed at him, “I can’t walk around in just that.” She looks down at her soggy outfit, only to see that the cold is having an obvious effect beneath her bra. Embarrassed, she quickly crosses her arms across her chest and stands there like a defiant child. “I’ll be fine. It’ll dry quickly enough.”
“So, you’re just going to walk around like that all day?” His eyes flick to her crossed arms and back again. She frowns.
“How are you so dry anyway? I only walked from my car to the door and got drenched, but you must have walked from home, unless Sally picked you up.”
“Changing the subject isn’t going to dry your clothes any quicker.” Tom shakes his head. “I did walk, but I was smart enough to bring a change of clothes. I was just coming to get my other stuff to put in the dryer when someone got in the way.”
They both look to the soggy pile of clothes on the floor, then back to each other. Leanne shivers, and Tom holds the hoodie out to her again.
“Even if you’re not going to take them off, at least put this on before you freeze.”
“Well, what will Sally say if I’m wandering around nearly naked?”
“Sally’s not here, which is why I am. You’re not trusted to be unsupervised,” he laughs. “Considering you nearly knocked yourself out in the first five minutes, I can see why.”
“Technically, that was your fault. But thanks.” She takes the hoodie and considers her options.
“How was that my fault?!” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Look, if you really want, you can hide in here until your stuff dries. But if you’re going to actually do some work while you wait, I promise that if you accidentally flash your arse, I won’t look. Much.” He smirks.
“Dickhead”, she huffs back, “turn around.”
Tom does as he’s told, and Leanne strips down to her underwear before finally pulling on the hoodie. Luckily, he gets them several sizes too big, and it falls low enough to cover everything, so long as she doesn’t bend. While he’s still facing the other way, she picks up her own wet clothes and his, then walks straight past him.
“I can take my own clothes, you know.” He follows behind her, trying not to laugh when she slows down as her socks slide on the floor.
“I know. But you helped me out, so I’m returning the favour.”
“That’s not really an equal exchange. I’m going to be cold all day, while all you’re doing is carrying some clothes down a hallway.”
“Wait—” She spins around to face him, concern creasing her face. “You’re cold? You can have your hoodie back; I’ll just wear my clothes.”
“What? No,” he blocks her as she tries to head back to the staff room, “Can you just accept help without feeling guilty about it for once?”
They stand for a minute, eyes locked together, reading the unspoken words that float in the air between them until the clothes start to drip onto Leanne’s feet and she looks away. She mumbles an apology and walks off before he can tell her there really is no need to apologise.
They work quietly for a while, unpacking boxes and organising items into cupboards and drawers. Neither willing to be the one to disrupt the silence but both unable to stop themselves from subtly brushing past each other at every opportunity. Close enough to touch but not quite brave enough to reach out. The storm continues to rage outside as they work. Rain pounds the roof as if to make up for their lack of noise, and soon enough, loud cracks of thunder join it. Tom tries not to notice every time the hem of the hoodie rides a little too high, and she pulls it back down. Leanne has to make a conscious effort not to stare as he lifts the boxes, and the thin fabric of his t-shirt does little to hide his strength. The thoughts of what else he could use that for made her a little too flustered.
“How about some music?” She asks, her voice slightly higher than normal, which he questions with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“You good, mate?” His soft, knowing smile infuriates her.
“I’m fantastic, mate; you?” She avoids his eyes and plugs the stereo in.
“I’m alright,” He watches her. “Music sounds good. Not yours, though.”
As she tries to connect her phone to the speaker, he bumps her out of the way and connects his own instead. The spark of a tempting challenge shoots through her veins, but she resists. She can’t be sure of where she’d stop if she let it begin. Instead, she stands glaring at him, willing herself to think of a smart comeback but finding nothing. The music drowns out some of the storm, and each of them relaxes as they sing and dance around the room. When the song fades into another, they finally settle into conversation. It flows so naturally between them, you wouldn’t believe they could have ever worked together in silence.
It’s not long before the first room is finished, and Tom heads off to get them both a drink from the kitchen while Leanne tidies up the last few bits. As she’s sweeping the floors, a powerfully loud crack echoes from outside, and in the second that follows, the lights go out and the music stops. Another forceful crash of thunder startles her, and Leanne frantically searches the work surfaces for her phone, kicking herself for not being able to remember where she put it.
For such a large building, very few of the rooms have windows, and in the solid darkness, she succeeds in stubbing her toes multiple times and finding nothing but the door. She’s not usually fazed by the dark; in fact, she prefers it. But loud noises set her nerves on edge, and with no idea what had caused the power to go out, her panic was rising fast.
The path to the kitchen is familiar enough for Leanne to walk confidently in the right direction. With her hand to the wall and her eyes closed, she focuses on her destination, taking deep breaths to soothe herself as she goes. It doesn’t occur to her that Tom might be coming the other way until she bumps hard into his chest.
His hands are quick to reach out and steady her. She instantly clings to him, her arms going over his shoulders as he wraps around her waist. He gently rubs her back, trying to soothe her racing heart, not realising that he is only making it beat harder. They stay there for a few minutes, breathing together. Each of them could feel the sparks fizzing between them, as they had for many long months working together. Only this time, with their bodies pressed together, neither of them could deny how much they wanted the other.
When they finally pull apart, they don’t go far. Their bodies not quite touching but close enough to feel the shaky anticipation in each other’s breathing. Thunder still booms from outside, but neither of them flinches.
Tom pulls Leanne into him. She slides one hand down his back and the other up into his hair. They’re so close that their lips brush together, almost touching, but not quite. And then they are. Soft at first. Slowly finding their way together. Building the heat with each gentle kiss. Until a small moan escapes from Leanne, and Tom loses all control.
He spins her around and slams her into the wall. With one hand in her hair and the other on her ass, she’s lifted onto her tiptoes, but he has her so tightly pressed into him she couldn’t possibly fall anywhere. He kisses her with a passion and hunger that he’s held back since he first set eyes on her. Any worry he had about it being too much for her dissipates when she moans into his mouth again. Deeper and more guttural this time. Her body tries to grind against the hardness of him pressing into her. So much so that he can feel himself getting close to the edge already.
Tom lets go and steps back, careful not to drop her too quickly. Still, Leanne lets out a small whimper of disappointment and shivers as cool air rushes into the space where the heat of his body had been.
“Come on,” he says, finding her hand in the dark and pulling her along with him, “I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to be able to watch while you do it.”
They carefully make their way through the dark corridors. It may not be the most appropriate place for what was about to happen, but no electric meant no cameras, and they both knew that there was no stopping it now. She follows obediently as he guides them to the casual meeting room. It has a desk and a few tables, along with four or five sofas that could certainly prove useful. Most importantly, it had battery-operated lights strung around the room for decoration. They separate for a moment to switch all of them on. Then they stand watching each other, waiting to see who will make the first move.
Leanne smiles. She knows exactly what Tom wants. Their work relationship had become very tense in recent months. They had gone from friendly with casual flirting to constantly challenging and testing each other with a level of flirting that could have gotten them fired if they’d been caught. As such, there isn’t a single doubt in her mind about what he wants to watch her do.
She walks over to him. Smiling, she reaches up to give him another soft kiss. His eyes shine with anticipation. She kneels before him, as she has several times before, just to tease, but this time she reaches up and slides her fingers along his waistband before slowly pulling it down. The look on his face is a mixture of excitement and disbelief. She takes his dick in her hand, feeling its length to prepare herself for the challenge. He slides his hand into her hair, taking a gentle but firm grip.
She looks up at him with a knowing smile as she gives one more gentle stroke before lifting up his dick to run her tongue along it, from base to tip, catching the drop of pre-cum as she reaches the end. She gently swirls her tongue around the tip, then in one swift motion, she takes him into her mouth as deep as she can, before sliding him all the way back out again. He groans and tries to push her back onto him again, but she gives him a warning look.
His arm relaxes, and she takes his full length again. She runs her tongue along the base as she pulls her head back and then goes straight back down, gagging as it hits the back of her throat. It doesn’t take long for her to find a steady rhythm, using her hand for some of it to stop the gagging from becoming too much and slowing down at regular intervals to tease him with her tongue. His grip tightens on her hair when he’s getting close to his release, but he still doesn’t try to take control from her.
He follows her movements, with his hips and his hand helping to slide her mouth back and forth over his length. Slow and sloppy. She moves her hand down to massage his balls for a second, then grips his thighs to brace herself. She looks up at him, takes him as deep as she can without gagging, and moans. The vibrations do the trick, and he pushes her head down further to make her gag, holding her there for a second before pulling her back again. Together, they increase the speed just enough, and she moans around him, gagging slightly each time it hits the back of her throat. His size would be difficult to take for much longer, but when she looks up, their eyes meet, and she accepts that she could do this forever just to see the look of pleasure on his face.
He groans, and his body jolts as thick cum fills her mouth. He pulls her head back and tilts it up to him. A little bit of cum dribbling down her chin before she can shut her mouth fully.
“Swallow it.” He demands, his brown eyes locked dominantly onto hers.
She’d always told him she didn’t swallow, which wasn’t a lie, but with the way he was looking at her, she knew it would turn him on more than anything else. So with a smile, she swallows his load, then wipes the drips with her finger and licks them up too.
“Thank you, sir.” She says, her arousal evident in her voice. From the look on his face, she knows she made the right choice. He quickly regains his composure and leans down so his mouth is right by her ear.
“Good girl.” He smiles and plants a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
Tom slides his fingers out of her hair and pulls his trousers up. He helps Leanne to her feet, and they stand there looking at each other for what feels like an eternity. Close enough to feel the energy still flowing between them, but not quite touching.
“Well, we’d best figure out how to fix the electric.” She says, heading swiftly for the door.
As her hand reaches for the handle, his wraps around her wrist and pulls it behind her back. He pins her against the door.
“Did I say you could leave?” His breath is hot on her neck, and she shivers.
“No, sir.” She gasps, “Sorry, sir.”
With one hand still pinning her arm, he grips her hair with the other and guides her over to one of the sofas. He bends her over the back of it, teasingly grinding himself against her. He releases her arm but keeps hold of her hair, then moves to the side. The hoodie is no longer hiding anything below her waist, and her underwear only leaves a shred of decency. Unsure about what to expect, she grips the sofa with both hands. The slap echoes across the room, and she cries out, partly from the sting but mostly from the surprise.
The second slap is just as firm as the first. Red handprints immediately begin to form on each side of her arse. Her whimper makes him smile. He pulls her back up by her hair, leads her around to the other side of the sofa, and pushes her backwards onto it. She stares wide-eyed at him, her mouth slightly open in wonder, as he kneels in front of her. In one swift move, he grabs her hips and pulls her down so she’s lying back, with her legs hanging off the sofa on either side of him.
He gently slides her underwear down, and she instinctively pulls the hoodie down to cover herself. His brown eyes meet her darker ones before flicking down to where her hand is nervously clinging to the material and back again.
He waits.
After a few moments of hesitation, Leanne lets go and settles back into the sofa…
