It shouldn't be allowed. Seriously speaking, women should never be allowed to dress like that.
It was getting harder to get anything done at work.
Jessica, my boss, was one of those women that took pride in her appearance. Fit and trim, she always sashayed whenever she walked, teasing everyone with those knee length office skirts. Late twenties, early thirties at most.
"Hey! Eyes somewhere else Marks!"
Damn...
"Is it really my fault you work out?"
"It will be when I file a sexual harassment suit." The tiny woman just had to cock a leg out a bit when she said that. I just shook my head and went back to burying myself in paperwork again.
I hadn't always been an office clerk. About six years ago I had been a marine. Secret Service Agent Sandra Krauss had ended that for me. No sexual harassment, nothing of the sort. She had convinced me to be a trial subject in a new procedure. A procedure that had failed. A procedure that until the next moment of my life I had no idea what had even been for.
It was way too quite in our normally obnoxiously loud office. Expecting to see everyone staring at me, or Jessica, I got a hard dose of something definitely not reality.
Everything was still.
No one moved at all.
No wind or anything. The desk fans were all still and Jack was just leaning against his desk leering at Audry's backside.
I was smart. I knew what was happening. No way could I explain it, but I just knew the experiment hadn't actually failed.
The room suddenly snapped back to its normal routine. Jessica pulled her papers out of the copier and Jack smoothly sipped his coffee while letting his eyes wander off target.
In all of this what sat most firm in my mind? Not the experiment and not the possibilities. What filled my mind was the best look over of Jessica that I had ever gotten.
She had an ass teenage girls pray for every night.
Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, librarians glasses framing her angled face. Her jacket was somewhere back in her office, leaving her pink blouse free to boast perfect hand sized delicacies of cleavage. Her pin stripped skirt clung tight and low against her hips, hugging her legs as the material traveled over tanned skin. Black, open toed heels gave her an extra few inches of height. More importantly they made her legs pop. Soft lines of toned muscle leaving a map of where she would surely love to be caressed.
I could hear the clip of her heals against the marble floor as she left us for her office.
Then silence again.
Minutes passed this time until things unfroze. What was causing this now? How could I control it?
Audry leaned over my desk, dark curls breaking my thoughts. Audry was a different kind of girl. Not the woman Jessica was, but rather a fresh graduate of Florida State. Still stuck on getting everything she wanted through subtle teasing, more cleavage cast itself at me.
Jack groaned in jealousy behind her.
"Marks I just wondered, you're really good at these reports, and maybe..."
Okay I had it.
Boner.
Whatever trigger Secret Service Agent Sandra Krauss had thought I would have wasn't it. Obviously the feminine form, in all it's glory, turned me on.
And me getting turned on was the trigger. So hold it and I keep time frozen?
I tested my theory by reaching out and tracing the outline of Audry's breasts. Time stayed frozen, and so were certain parts of my anatomy.
I kissed her. Such soft party girl lips parted for my tongue gloriously.
It took me a full twenty minutes to calm down enough to unfreeze time.
"you could help me out?" Audry finished. She tasted her lips mindlessly.
"Sure, get your stuff. The research team is off doing god only knows what today. Meet me in their wing in fifteen minutes."
She giggled a bit under her breath and did one of those cutesy finger waves as she went back to her desk.
I was taking this to the next level and doing some serious research of my own soon.
I got the normal stuff. Pens, blank standard documents, and a flash drive full of excel docs. It took me maybe twenty minutes to get there, where I found a hunched over Audry.
"You're late, and I have a deadline."
"You need help, and I'm offering."
I didn't want to hear anything else. And it was so difficult to get turned on with her bitching away.
She didn't dress like Jessica. The only thing similar between the two of them clothing wise was their shared fondness for little pairs of heels. Audry had her hair down. Curls of black flew down her back and shoulders. A loose black tank top was pulled back due to her posture, just a bit of stomach showing. A pair of tight black slacks covered everything south of Paris.
I had to concentrate on the way her long legs would probably look, and how awesome those breasts protested for freedom to set everything in motion. As soon as time froze, I wandered around. A bit of playing with her waistband timed with frantic glances at the door kept me nervous.
Time stayed like it should. Frozen.
I tested how far I could push this, turning her towards the desk and bending her over it. Her belt free slacks were awful tight. Even unbuttoned and unzipped they were a pain to pull down. I left the just under those perfect twin dimples at the base of her ass.
The naughty bitch didn't have a stitch of panties on.
I was engrossed in this paradise. Peeling apart cheeks of taunt skin revealed such a tiny button of an asshole. So close to that, was a shaved haven of personally untapped glory.
By this time I had lost all past fears. I played around, pushing one, two, then three fingers inside. She was already mildly wet. This mid five foot girl was already prepped.
A second later I had myself poised to breach her. The head of my cock throbbing for contact. I granted the little guy his wish when I plunged inside.
I couldn't quite get completely inside, but what flesh I could invade poured satisfaction over me. The tip of my cock grinding against the back of her cunt was insanity personified. I fucked, reamed, and rammed home. Each thrust seemingly grinding time harder underfoot.
This girl had used the entire male population of my office division, taunting and teasing us all. It served her justice when I unloaded as deep as I could get inside of her.
I could feel my semen warming the both of us. The whole of the situation kept me rock hard. In any other situation we could have been caught, but not like this. Like this I could spend ages indulging in her flesh.
I pulsed inside of her, my cock begging me for a second chance. I had better ideas. Kleenex from one of the many desks provided an easy means for cleanup. I was still hard, but clean and stuffed back in my pants. I used more Kleenex to wipe her crotch clean, rubbing her clitoris fiercely while I had my hand there just because I could.
I pulled her pants back up, copping greedy feel after greedy feel. Carefully I positioned her as best I could back where she had been standing.
And I waited.
"I don't care if you're," Unfrozen finally, Audry crumpled over.
"Oh my god are you okay?" I was genuinely concerned. With no idea how this was going to end up affecting her I had just leaped, trying something stupid without any real fore thought.
"I... I..." She stuttered as she convulsed on the floor. She writhed in my panicked arms, grasping at my shirt. One of her legs wrapped itself around my waist as she seemed to climb up my body, escaping whatever had her raging. I had to concentrate wholly on baseball to keep the feeling of her quaking legs and shivering hips pressed against me from freezing time again.
She was feeling every sensation I would have caused by touch over many minutes in mere seconds. It was like watching an overload of emotions and stimulations cross her face before she just out and bit my neck.
"Oww what the hell!"
"Oh my, oh my GOD! I... I don't know what... I've never..." Finally coming down a little she stared at me mouth agape and panting like a spent horse.
"Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?"
"Never... tell a soul..." She slumped over passed out.
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It had been a few hours since Audry collapsed back at the office. I had been bored, was it really my fault that the nurse was that hot? It took every ounce of willpower I had left to not go right back into that storage room and do her one last time.
No, twice would have to do.
"Marks," Jessica called out as I rounded the hospital corridor back towards Audry's room. "the security cameras back up your story. Did she mention anything before she collapsed?"