The Consequence of Distraction

This is part three of a 3-part series. It is recommended to read parts 1 (Distracted Worker) and part 2 (Distracting Worker) before reading to avoid spoiling a reveal that occurs in the other two parts.

My jaw drops as you open your coat. Little is left to the imagination. Your bra is basically nothing more than black straps of lace around each breast. An underwire likely helps push them up, but the breast itself is almost fully exposed. Some black tape forms a small X across your nipples. Matching black lace make up a pair of panties, similarly exposing your pussy as the lace straddles either side. Black garters connect to sheer black stockings, ending in black heels. Your hair has been done up and your lips look inviting in that deep red lipstick you are wearing.

I hear you say "Your turn," before you stroll right into my home. I close the door. As I turn around, you shove me against the door and kiss me. I melt into your lips and embrace you.

"Have you enjoyed my gifts Tara?" you say as you pull away.

"I think you can guess what I was watching when you arrived Mandy." I grab your hand and guide you into my office space. On my computer screen is your video, the panties you gave me laying on the desk.

"Did you think I would not notice you wearing my clothes today?" Tara points to my legs.

I can feel my cheeks going red. I glance down and stammer out an affirmative. You grab my skirt and pull it up to look.

"Black looks good on your legs."

I look at you with a sheepish smile. "Go ahead." I grab your hands and guide them down to my ass. "See how your pantyhose feel on another women."

Your hands begin exploring, running in circles as you occasionally get a firm squeeze. On the third squeeze, I reach for your jacket and open it to look some more at your outfit. I trace a finger around the lace of your bra. I draw my finger in an X across the tape. As you cop another squeeze of my ass, I give your left breast a squeeze. The little gasp you release awakens my naughtier side.

"I believe company policies forbid relations with employees under your supervision. You have been a bad boss Mandy."

With that, I pull your hands off of me. You give a pouty look of concern. I grab your hand and pull you out of the room. Turning left and heading towards my bedroom, I continue, "Per company policy, consequences will be given." I look back as we walk. Your face shows confusion, but you are complying. We get to my bedroom door.

Upon opening the door, I pull you in. I let go and sit on the edge of the bed. "As a consequence for your actions, you will not receive personal attention from me until you finish your task." I lift my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs. "Get to work."

As it becomes apparent what I am saying, your look of confusion changes to a smile. "Yes ma'am." You start walking towards me, removing your jacket as you say "I will get right on that." You drop to your knees in front of me, gripping my legs and spreading them apart a bit further. Your hands slide slowly up from my knees to my inner thighs, then back. The thoughts that must be going through your head.

I watch you explore my nylon-encased legs, inching your way closer and closer to your goal. Fingers dance around the cotton gusset covering the crotch. A poke here. A pinch there. Eyes focused on your "consequence." You lean in, running your tongue around the edge of the gusset. You reach up and grab the top of the pantyhose, lifting it up and sliding a hand inside. Fingers explore some more as you find each tiny nook and cranny of my pussy. Is that a sniff you took after kissing my thighs? I can feel that my own wetness is saturating your fingers. You must feel it too as you pull your hand out and try a taste.

"Mmmmmm" you moan as you close your eyes. You open them and stare right into my eyes. "Lift your ass up please."

I oblige as you grab the top of the pantyhose and pull them down to my thighs. I unzip the skirt and toss it to the side. As you try to lean over the pantyhose to play with me, you seem to struggle with finding a good position. Then, you duck down and stick your head back up between the pantyhose and me. Once there, you tentatively stick your tongue out. Looking up into my eyes, you run your tongue from bottom to top once, smile, then just go at it with wild abandon. The feeling of your tongue flicking across my labia, your head tilted just forward enough for your nose to be gently rubbing against my clit, creates an undeniable sensation of arousal. I grab your head with one hand and press you harder against me. My pussy parts as your tongue goes inside. Not wanting to suffocate you, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You gasp.

"I was not done" you exclaim with a hint of disappointment. Before I can respond, you forcefully lean back in even as I continue to pull on your hair. I feel your fingers helping find my clit before your tongue touches it. My body spasms at your touch, which only encourages you to do it again and again. Our eyes lock as you do your best to bring me to orgasm. I try to distract myself to prolong the fun, but that only lasts so long after you start buzzing your lips against me.

"Oh FUCK Mandy!" Still holding your hair, I hold your face down as I finally climax. All of the pent up sexual energy releases onto your face as your arms reach around my legs and pull me tighter. You briefly lift up to expose your nose and begin licking my pussy like a dog drinking water right as my orgasm begins to subside. This just pushes me over the edge and my body starts to shake.

When the shaking finally subsides, you climb out from your position and stand up. Pushing me down onto my back, you climb up and straddle me. With a smile on your face, you lean in and give me another passionate round of kissing. A final peck at the end and you sit up. "Are you happy with my work?"

"Uh-huh."

"Have I fulfilled my consequences?"

I think before responding. "For now. Per company policy, additional acts may result in additional levels of consequences."

"After teasing you for the last month, one can only hope." You lean in and give me another kiss before climbing off the bed. As I reposition myself to sit on the edge of the bed, you notice me admiring your outfit. You spin around slowly while asking "Do you like?"

"I love it." I stand up, pulling the pantyhose back up. I can feel my drippings moistening the gusset. It does not help subside my arousal. "Is this just for me?"

"It is Tara. I removed the outer panties just for you."

My mind processes what you are saying. "Does that mean..."

"Yes, the panties I left this morning came from this outfit. Do you know how strategic I had to be to get ready today? It is not easy hiding this outfit underneath work clothes." You look down and play with the lace as you talk.

"Damn. Is that what the tape is for?"

"Had to try keeping my nipples from standing at attention at work."

I reach out and run my fingers around your breasts. Getting to explore them more intensely today, they feel so wonderful. Supple to touch but firm when I squeeze, they are about the size I wish mine were. My barely 32B's usually do not get nearly the same looks without the right bra. I pick at the tape, teasing it back until I can remove it. They were truly holding you down as your nipple almost jumps out. I cannot hold back as I gently pinch it, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. As I give a tug, I glance up and see your eyes are closed.

When I stop, you open your eyes and look to me. Without hesitating, you rip the tape off your other breast. I wince as that had to sting a bit. You appear to wince too. "Did that sting Mandy?"

You nod your head.

"Let me help ease your pain." I lean forward and kiss your nipple, giving it a little flick of my tongue before leaning back. "Better?"

"It helped." With a sly smile you add, "It still hurts a bit."

I laugh as I grab your shoulders. Turning us both around, I say "Then let me help with that." I lightly push you backwards onto the bed, then lay down next to you. Taking your breast in my hand, I return my attention to your nipple. Several minutes of kissing, licking, and some light sucking occur before I stop.

Without hesitation, you speak up. "Now the other one feels lonely."

I give the same attention to your other nipple as you play with my hair. As I finish up, I begin slowly kissing my way down your body, twisting until I am laying perpendicular to you. Eventually, I reach your pussy. It is so invitingly framed in your crotchless panties. Giving it a kiss, I take my first true taste of your nectar, straight from the source. Oh girl is your source providing right now. I use my tongue to explore every inch, licking up as much as I can of your leakage.

I feel your hands pulling at my legs. I twist further, feeling your lips begin to kiss my legs. Your hands have no problem rubbing my legs, but you seem divided between kissing and rubbing your face against my legs. I am guessing you wear nylons so often for more than just looks. I try to refocus my own attention as I find your clit. I try flicking it with my tongue, but I get a better reaction when I apply pressure above it. Your body squirms as you hug my leg before letting out a moan. Applying pressure with my thumb, I move it in small circles as my tongue goes back to your labia. It only takes a few moments of this before I feel some new warmth on my face. My tongue again tries to lap up as much as it can find.

When your orgasm subsides, I twist back around so we are laying together. I keep giving you kisses as I play with your hair. Kisses on your neck, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and of course your lips. Always back to your beautifully red lips. I sit up and remove my blouse and bra, then lay back down. Kissing resumes but your hands make their way to my breasts to play. I accidentally bite your lip when I feel a pinch. "Oops. I drew blood. I am sorry Mandy."

You just lean in to kiss me further, no concern for the blood. For some reason, this drives up arousal for both of us as we begin to more forcefully kiss. After a bit of this, I roll away and open a drawer of the nearby night stand. Pulling out the double dildo you left yesterday, I hold it up to your mouth. You waste no time slobbering over it. I pull it out of your mouth and bring it down to your pussy. Rubbing it back and forth a bit, I slowly work it inside and begin to fuck you with it. My hand guides it in and out as I lean my head down and begin sucking on one of your breasts. I give this a few minutes before I reposition myself to the side. "Can you twist a bit?" I ask, pulling the dildo out of you as I point where to put yourself.

Once settled, I insert it into you again, then position myself nearby, wrapping our legs across each other as I get my pussy closer to yours. I suddenly remember the pantyhose. Not wanting to remove then, I get up and go the bathroom. "Be right back Mandy." Grabbing a small pair or scissors, I carefully cut out the gusset. That should work.

Getting back to the bed, I get myself back into position. Propping myself on one elbow, I bend the dildo down to lube the exposed tip with my own moistness, then work to slide it into me through the new hole in the pantyhose. Once inside, I proceed to jerk the dildo back and forth to simultaneously fuck us both. The sensation, mixed with my awareness of what is going on, sends me into a horny tizzy. I fuck myself with motions to simulate the thrusts of the last guy that got me off.

After what seems forever, but probably only about five minutes, I can feel your legs tense up as if preparing for another orgasm. You cry out but I keep the motion going, finally bringing myself to orgasm shortly after yours before slowing down, letting go of the dildo to lay down. As I lightly caress my own breasts, enjoying my orgasm, the dildo just sits there between us both. I close my eyes as I try to relax from the high.

I must have orgasmed myself into a restful state as I open my eyes to see you are gone. A light is on in the nearby bathroom. As the sound of water stops, you come out, still wearing your outfit.

"You are awake. That must have taken it out of you."

"What can I say Mandy. Your distractions have brought something out of me, literally and figuratively. How long was I out?"

"Not even 15 minutes. I just went into clean up a bit a few minutes ago." You sit down on the edge of the bed next to my chest. "How are you doing Tara?"

I think for a bit, then grab one of your hands. "I feel blissful."

"I am glad to hear that." You lean down and give me a slow, more gentle kiss. Sitting back up, you add "I should really consider getting back home." You stand up.

"Awww." I climb off the bed, standing there with only your pantyhose on, my hands rubbing the material around my hips. "Are you sure you need to leave just yet?"

"Yeah, I need to prep a few things for a meeting with my boss tomorrow." You chuckle, "I should also probably get a change of clothes for tomorrow." Grabbing your jacket, you put it on.

"Wait a minute Mandy."

"Yes Tara?"

I hustle to grab some clothes and pack a quick bag. Throwing on some jeans over the pantyhose and putting on a t-shirt, I grab my bathroom travel bag. "You hungry? You will get more work done on a full stomach."

"I am feeling a bit hungry now that you mention it." You smile. "I do not usually enjoy dessert first." You step forward to give me another kiss.

I reach inside your jacket and slide my finger against your pussy as you kiss me. "I promise not to distract you while you work...too much."

"I think it is a bit too late for that." You grab my hand and guide me out of the bedroom.