A Welcome Distraction From Wor

Tiffany moaned softly as she rolled onto her back, the light sheet covering her curvy form twisting as she moved and stretched her arms back behind her head. A soft yawn escaped her full pink lips as her lashes fluttered open, her hand shielding her eyes from the bright rays of light that were streaming through her open curtains into the bedroom.

Rostered days off were one of the best perks of Tiff's new job; a Friday off, once a month, felt like a god-send. And so, Tiffany found herself languishing in bed at 8.30am on a Friday morning, enjoying the rare treat it was to sleep in.

Her eyes still a little foggy, Tiff pulled the covers back to reveal her soft pink dress and swung her legs out of bed. Blearily making her way downstairs to the kitchen, she fumbled and found the right switch for the coffee maker, a soft sleepy smile gracing her lips as she heard the unmistakable sound of her morning coffee brewing.

Resting her eyes for the few moments it took for her coffee cup to eventually fill, she contemplated her options for the day; either productivity (there were a lot of errands on her list!) or make the most of the day off and relax.

Sliding her fingers through the handle of the mug and feeling the warm ceramic against her palm, she lifted it to her lips and took a mouthful, preparing herself as she gave into the guilt of the to-do list. She considered a compromise; a few hours with the list of jobs should cut it in half. After those jobs and a quick lunch, that would leave a couple of hours to curl up with another cup of coffee and her new book.

Freshly motivated for the day, she set her coffee cup in the sink, shot off a quick message to wish Scott a good day, and prepared to attack the to-do list.

* * *

Scott's day was not going well. Fridays were never fun but the lead up to Christmas was a fresh hell.

Hearing his phone ping, he picked it up and smiled at the message from Tiff, sending a swift response as he clocked the time and set it down. A stab of envy hit him as he calculated the extra four hours' sleep she'd benefited from in comparison to his early 4:30am rise.

The office phone rang as he sunk into his chair, alerting him to the start of a webinar he needed to log in for. Settling in for a long session, his attention briefly drifting from the speaker to pick up his mobile.

It had been a long week and, with Tiff starting a new job, she had been asleep earlier than usually lately. They had seen less of each other and hadn't had the opportunity to "connect" as much as usual - and the build-up of sexual tension was starting to get to Scott.

Hoping to clue Tiff in to his mood, he shot off a quick cheeky message to her, reading "Out of bed yet? Send proof".

His attention resignedly returning to speaker, he was consumed by the webinar, forgetting the cheeky message entirely. It was looking to be a long day.

* * *

"Remind me, whose idea was this?!" Tiffany breathlessly asked, wiping the sweat from her face as she reached the top of the hill. In the back of her mind, she knew she should've known better - in the heat of a beach summer, exercise was always best to happen early in the morning, or as the sun began to set. So, joining Anna on a run up the steep hill alongside the local creek at 11am hadn't been the brightest idea.

Anna turned back with a grin as she saw her friend puffing up the hill behind her. Anna was blessed with long legs and a svelte figure and always made this run look easy - which it certainly was not.

"Oh, quit your complaining," she laughed, gesturing to the view. "You know it's worth it!"

Tiffany couldn't deny that - the scenery before her was, as always, spectacular. Looking out over the mouth of the creek as it reached the ocean, the cloudless sky met crisp, clear water. She counted her blessings for the beautiful part of the country they were lucky enough to call home.

Sliding her phone from the pocket of her tights to take a quick photo, she noticed the message from Scott and smiled. Turning her back to the view and the camera to face her, she sent a cheeky selfie, replying "as requested".

Turning to her friend, Tiffany realised with a start that Anna had already started off down the hill. Rushing to keep up with her, Tiffany contemplated Scott's message. She knew how things got at work in the lead up to Christmas (she was so grateful to no longer work in retail) and could only imagine the day he was likely having. She hadn't been oblivious to the tone of the message. An idea sparked, and her mind began racing almost as quickly as her legs were, contemplating a naughty idea to help improve her man's day.

* * *

Scott's day had gone from bad to worse; his attention torn between the stocktake issues that had blown up and the webinar he was supposed to be participating in, the ding on his phone faintly registered as another distraction he simply couldn't afford.

Tearing his eyes from the computer screen, he glanced at the phone dismissively, his attention quickly returning to the emails that demanded his attention.

Shooting off swift responses, he suddenly registered what the photo was of.

He picked up the phone and swiped back to the message that had come through, smirking as he realised that the tone of his previous message may have been picked up by Tiffany.

The photo of his girlfriend was stunning. The view in the background was gorgeous (he was quite envious that Tiffany got to enjoy it and the glorious weather while he was stuck in an office for the day). But what drew him in was the angle of the selfie. His eyes were drawn to the corner of the photo, where Tiffany had craftily cropped it to emphasise the tantalising curve of her firm round ass in skin tight lycra pants.

Scott's cock stirred in his pants, the photo before him inspiration enough as his mind recalled what Tiffany's curves looked like when she was in front of him those pants. They clung to her skin like glue, and he loved watching her run in them. While he favoured active sports that raised his heartrate, he had come to develop a new appreciation for yoga since watching her practice in them.

He shot back a short response, writing "good girl". He smirked as he hit send, knowing the likely reaction to his message, and drew his attention back to the webinar. Work might have gone to shit, but he felt like his day was looking up.

* * *

Tiffany's phone dinged with a message as she pulled into the shopping centre car park. She was seriously beginning to question her sanity - after a run with Anna during the hottest part of the day, she had then decided to visit a popular shopping centre at midday. This was a centre where it was generally difficult to find a parking space - and in the lead up to Christmas, it became virtually impossible. However, the idea sparked during her run had demanded it - so, here she was.

With a stroke of luck, she was able to locate a spot close to the entrance she needed, and smoothly pulled into the park, turning her engine off. As she collected her bag from the passenger seat, she grasped her phone to check the message. A soft moan escaped her lips as she read the words Scott had sent her.

"Good girl."

He was devilish in using the phrase, knowing that just those two words, even by text, were enough to send an erotic shudder through her body and flood her pussy. Tiffany was not entirely submissive - but she had a slight inclination toward submission and always found being called a good girl (even in the most innocent context) an incredible turn on. Tiffany clenched her thighs together as she felt her pussy tingle and her panties dampen.

Climbing out of the car, she entered the shopping centre, her cheeky mood intensifying.

* * *

Scott was ready to hit his head against the wall. He loved his job, but managing staff was a nightmare some days - like today.

There was a soft knock at the door to his office and he barely suppressed his groan.

"What is it this time?" he growled with frustration as he turned around.

He was surprised to see Tiffany leaning against the door frame looking back at him, an expression of surprise and concern of her face.

"Well, I can come back if you'd prefer," she said, smiling softly.

His face alight with a smile, he stood and moved toward her. She had obviously come straight here from her run with Anna, glowing with a light sheen of sweat. His eyes settled on her hips and ass in her tight tights, feeling his cock stir again, as he replied, "definitely not."

She smiled and moved toward him, delighting in the feel of his arms wrapped around her, his hand settling firmly on her ass as he pulled her closer. Their lips met with a soft kiss, and she felt his tongue teasing hers.

Scott's fingers dug into Tiff's tender flesh, tightly grasping her ass, pulling her to him. He felt her push her pelvis forward, her warm wet pussy grinding against him. Running his hands over her ass up to her hips, lifting the edge of her tights and sliding his fingers underneath the waistband against her warm flesh. With a sudden realisation, he pulled back and looked at her.

"Tiffany," he asked with suspicion, "where are your panties?"

She looked at him coyly through her lashes.

"In my handbag," she answered innocently.

A low groan escaped Scott's lips.

"You're driving me crazy babe."

She smiled as she pulled back and took a seat in front of his desk, as Scott returned to his seat in front of the computer. She was glad for her detour to the ladies' room on her way to his office.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make your day better," she laughed. "How's it going?"

A look of frustration passed Scott's face. "Staff problems, stocktake problems, webinar...you name it, it's happening."

"Half way there," Tiffany replied. "Focus on the end of the day. I'll take care of dinner, just get yourself home."

He smiled - dinner and a chill night with her definitely meant his day would be looking up.

"What's on for the afternoon?" she asked him.

He checked the calendar.

"Meeting with Centre management starts in an hour, and then just the usual stuff. I just have to be present for the meeting, don't really have to participate, so at least that should be an easy half hour."

A look of mischief passed over Tiffany's face as she smiled sweetly at Scott.

"If you don't have to participate, will you do something for me without asking why?"

He looked at her suspiciously.

"What is it?" he asked.

She shook her head with a cheeky smile.

"No questions. Trust me though, it'll brighten your day."

He looked back at her somewhat concerned. He trusted her, and he was curious as to how far today's flirtation might go.

"Ok," he answered cautiously. "What is it?"

Tiffany dug in her handbag and pulled out a set of bluetooth headphones. She handed them to him with a smile.

"Wear these during your meeting. You'll only need one."

He took them from her, looking at the headphones then back up at her.

"What are you planning, Tiff?" he asked with suspicion.

She giggled as she stood from the chair, turning to look back at him from the door.

"You'll enjoy it, I promise," she said with a cheeky grin as she left, racing back to the car - wanting to make sure she'd be home in time to put her naughty plan into action.

* * *

Tiffany slid off her shoes and dropped her bag, pleased to finally be home. Lifting the grocery bags from the back seat of the car, she quickly unpacked them into the fridge and pantry. Her arousal continued to grow as, with each bend to put something in its right place, the seam of her tights pressed to her pussy, against her very swollen clit. She could feel her wetness dampen the material pressing against her.

She glanced at the clock, realising she was cutting it close to the start of Scott's meeting. Everything finally packed away, she bounded up the stairs to their bedroom, stripping off as she entered the room. She knew she was by herself, but the thought of lingerie appealed to her. She dug through her closet and withdrew a hot pink bra and panty set; a sexy lace bra that held her full breasts high, and Brazilian cut lace panties.

Her attention now drawn to her bedside table, she withdrew her favourite two toys, her hand wrapping out the thick length with a rush of excitement in anticipation for her naughty plan. She pulled the covers back and lowered herself onto the bed. She took a quick selfie of her sexy curvy body, her tanned skin a stark contrast against the hot pink material, shooting it off to Scott before dialling his number.

Across town, in the centre management boardroom, Scott was seated at the end of the table, zoned out and waiting for the meeting to start as he absent-mindedly listened to colleagues talk around him. His phone connected via Bluetooth, and one of the headphones nestled in his ear as Tiff had requested, he hastily picked up the phone as it started buzzing on the table. He frowned, confused as he saw her name flash on screen - why would she be calling when she knew he had a meeting? He swiped to answer and, as he went to say hello, was abruptly cut short.

"Don't say anything," she told him, her voice quiet in his ear.

"I know you've got a meeting right now. So, for now, I just want you to listen. Start by checking your messages", she told him.

Confused, he scrolled through his apps to his messages, selecting the message trail with Tiff. A sharp gasp escaped him as he found himself looking at his gorgeous girlfriend, laying in their bed wearing his favourite lingerie set.

Tiff giggled in his ear, as the man sitting next to him glanced over to Scott, raising his eyes. Scott's gasp had evidently drawn attention that he couldn't afford when his girlfriend was in such a devious mood. He smiled back at the man, which seemed to satisfy his curiosity as he looked back to the papers in front of him.

He could hear the smile in Tiff's voice as she started talking again. "I take that reaction to mean that you like the photo?" she asked cheekily, knowing very well he couldn't respond in any way.

"I certainly hope so," she continued. "The thought of you has been driving me crazy all day."

In her bed, Tiff's hand was roving over her body, her fingers lightly trailing over her firm skin, the light touch sending a shiver through her. She gently cupped her breast, feeling her nipple hard through the soft lace. Her fingers toyed with the material, sliding the strap of her bra from her shoulder, lowering it a little further, the cup of her bra sliding down to expose her soft milky breast.

One hand slid under to cup her breast, as the fingers of her other hand teased at the edge of her panties, gently sliding one finger under the band and tugging them down a little.

Back in the boardroom, Scott's mind was racing. He had no idea what was going on in their bedroom but hearing his girlfriend's moans and gasps and whimpers, he couldn't help but imagine her touching herself which drove him wild with desire, his mind running with possibilities of what might be happening in their bed. He wondered how tight her nipples were, how warm her skin felt and how wet her sweet pussy was as she touched herself.

As he thought he couldn't get any more turned on, Tiff started talking again.

"I can imagine what you must be thinking," she started, "and to satisfy your curiosity, I'm laying between our sheets, with one hand on my breast, and the other at the edge of my pussy. I haven't touched my slit yet, but I can feel how hot and wet it is. Although, I have been thinking about you, desperately needing you all day - so it was bound to happen. I'm so wet I can feel how damp my panties are - and you know I've only just put them on for you. Do you think I should take them off?"

Scott's inability to answer was driving him crazy. His meeting had started, and the discussion around him was not being heard or sinking in, his attention focused solely on his girlfriend's words.

Tiffany giggled at him, continuing "well, given that you won't give me permission to take them off, I guess I'll just have to work around them like you would..."

Scott barely contained his groan. He loved bending her over to fuck her with her panties pushed to the side, so the thought of her teasing her wet pussy in the same way made his cock stir.

Tiffany's hand dropped a little, her finger slipping between her pussy lips, dipping into her wet slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers grazed her clit. She raised her wet finger to her mouth, licking and sucking her sweet juices. Scott's cock hardened further, hearing the slurping noises on the other end of the phone. Although he couldn't see her, he knew exactly what Tiff was doing; he'd heard those exact same noises as she swallowed her cock.

"I hope you don't mind, Scott," she started, a note of desperation in her voice, continuing, "and you know I'd much rather it was you here with me. But you're in your meeting, and I just can't wait any longer, I need it now."

With that, Tiffany thrust her thick vibrator deep inside her, so wet that it felt no resistance as the toy spread her tight pussy and filled her completely. She arched her back with a deep, guttural groan, her primal urges taking over.

"Oh," she gasped, "it feels so good."

She began sliding the vibrator in and out, fucking herself with it, a gasp of frustration as she felt the emptiness followed by a moan as she was filled once again, her tone growing more desperate as pleasure coursed through her body.

Scott shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling very flushed and uncomfortable, glad that the shape of his hard cock pressed against his pants was hidden by the boardroom table. He would've given anything to be standing at the end of their bed, stroking his cock as he watched his girlfriend pleasure herself - or, better yet, buried inside her himself in place of her toys.

Knowing his girlfriend and having watched her use these toys many times before, he knew what would come next. An intense buzzing noise followed by a sharp gasp and sweet cry from Tiff confirmed his suspicions that she had just placed bullet on her clit.

"Oh Scott," she cried, begging him, "I wish you were here."

She gasped as she continued, "I need you. Oh sir, I wish you were here with me, between my thighs, filling my pussy and fucking me."

Tiffany moaned and gasped, imagining her boyfriend's thick cock filling her pussy, her hot, sweaty body writhing in the mess of sheets as she continued to fuck herself.

She was so caught up in her ministrations and her impending orgasm that she didn't register the sounds of Scott's meeting finishing. As they were dismissed, Scott rushed to be one of the first out the room, his now rock hard cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants.

On the other end of the phone, Tiffany's gasps and moans were becoming louder and more desperate. He loved that she was such a vocal lover and could recognise that she was reaching the edge of her orgasm.

As the doors to the centre opened, the noise of customers hit him like a wall of noise - one he had never been quite so pleased to hear. The sound around him meant he was finally able to talk.

Tiffany was laying in bed with her eyes pressed tightly shut as her hand swiftly moved between her thighs, wet from her juices as she continued to fuck the big thick vibrator deeply in and out of her pussy, hard and fast. She was so close to orgasm, knowing that Scott was on the other end of the phone had been so erotic, but such a tease at the same time, as she was desperate just to hear him. With a sudden rush she realised that she could hear noise in the background of Scott's end of the phone.

Her realisation was nearly beaten by the words that came next.