Sometimes Things Just Need a Delicate Touch

"Phew! It sure is stuffy in here," Luck says while fanning herself with the folder in her hand. "I have to admit, this is more work than I thought it would be. Is this how things are here for you every day?"

"This is a bit on the **** side, but it's not that far away. They always have me running around doing something tedious," I explain to her as I slip a file into one of the drawers.

The two of us have been chipping away at this project for a few hours at this point. Occasionally, Luck will ask me a question about this or that, but for the most part, the two of us are fully focused on the task at hand. I have to admit: having Luck with me is a godsend. In addition to having another set of hands, her ability to teleport around makes her able to put things away much faster than I can. She does frequently go a little too fast and I have to stop her to make sure she's doing things correctly, but overall she saves much more time than she costs.

Luck is also a pretty decent sport, all things considered. I can tell she's not used to doing repetitive, uninteresting work like this, but she never complains about it. In fact, she keeps her same chipper grin the entire time we work. As worried as I was about her tagging along today, it has been nice to finally have someone else in my corner. Maybe having her around isn't so bad, assuming I can keep her under control, that is.

"Wait, I just realized that we're alone. No reason we can't relax a little, right?" Luck notes.

I'm about to ask what she's talking about, but I quickly realize once I turn to look at her.

She's holding her top open, proudly displaying her giant breasts for all to see, causing my eyes to go wide upon seeing her. Honestly, I sort of forgot about her weird obsession with exposing herself like that. And wasn't she wearing a bra earlier? I thought I saw one under the mesh of her top. I'm also just now realizing how tiny those shorts she's wearing are. Really, the entire outfit is totally inappropriate for an office setting now that I think about it. I guess I was so relieved that she was actually wearing real clothes, I didn't give it much thought at the time.

"Hey!" I shout, quickly looking away. "I thought I told you it was distracting when you do that! I won't be able to focus if you're swinging those things all over the place."

Luck giggles as she approaches me. I can see her breasts bounce up and down in my periphery with each step she takes.

"Come on. Don't act like you don't love them. Everyone loves my big tits. That's why it's a crime to keep them caged up for such a long time," she tries to convince me.

I can feel Luck's breath on me as she leans over and shakes her chest. I do my best to keep looking away, but she's not making it easy. My face starts to heat up at our close proximity. Look. I'm not blind. I know Luck is an attractive woman. But her constant exhibitionism makes me really uncomfortable. Even if what she's showing off is... appealing to the eye. God, I can't believe I just thought that...

"W-what if someone comes in?" I realize. "Do you know how much trouble I'll get in if someone sees you flashing me in here?"

"Don't worry. If anyone has a problem with it, I'll just work my magic and everything will be good. I mean, I already dealt with your boss, so she wouldn't even bat an eye if she walked in on us right now," Luck replies.

"Wait! You told me you weren't going to make any other changes to Carmen!" I call out in annoyance.

"And I didn't. You told me to fix the firing situation, so that's what I did. Now, nothing about my presence or anything I do bothers her. That also just so happens to result in her having no issues with me walking around with my tits out," Luck explains.

I feel a little peeved that she managed to trick me like that, though I'm not sure if I'm more upset at her for doing it or me for not catching it.

"S-still, that does change the fact that... uh... we really need to finish this filing. Carmen m-may not care about you, but she'll still fire me if I don't get my work done," I stumble over my words a bit.

"We've been working for so long. Don't you think we've earned a break by now?" Luck asks.

Hearing her say that causes me to stop for a moment. Wait, what time is it? I pull out my phone and notice that it's just after noon.

"Oh shoot. I guess it is time we took a break for lunch," I say.

"See? I knew it was about time for us to relax a little," Luck responds confidently.

"You say that, but it's kind of hard for me to relax when you're... you know..."

"Oh, it's a little hard, you say?" Luck asks with a smirk.

"Not what I meant," I quickly counter.

"You know, I think this is actually a good opportunity for us to work on you opening up a little. And I have just the thing."

Something about the way Luck said that last part makes me nervous. Instinctively, I begin to slowly back away from her. However, that only causes her to inch forward after me. Before I know it, I'm backed up against a wall with nowhere to go.

"L-Luck? What do you think you're doing?"

"Just teaching you how to have a little fun," Luck answers before reaching out and placing a hand on my crotch.

Feeling Luck's hand on me instantly causes me to realize just how aroused I actually am. Luck gives me a look that says something along the lines of "I knew it," which I think is a little unfair. She can't jump me with her ti- I mean breasts exposed and then act all high and mighty when she finds out I'm turned on. It's not like I have that much control over it.

"Hold on second," I try to stop her. "You're not expecting us to fuck, are you?"

The way my question causes Luck to laugh does make me feel slightly uneasy, though she quickly elaborates when she notices my reaction.

"No, no, as nice as that sounds, you're nowhere near ready for that," she says. "I'm pretty sure if you tried to have sex with me right now, you're brain would explode. But don't worry, as long as you play along, we can probably get you there eventually."

I have no way of knowing if Luck was being serious about that brain exploding comment or not, but the thought does manage to terrify me either way. And I didn't even want to have sex with her in the first place. Also, none of what she just said helps me figure out what she's about to do.

Before I have a chance to argue any further, Luck undoes my belt with shocking speed before dropping my pants down to my ankles. My cock is left fully exposed, standing completely rigid in front of Luck's body. While I'm pretty sure my penis is average in size, I can't help but feel a bit self-conscious seeing Luck stare at it. I mean, given how sexual she is, how could I not? She's had no problem showing off her... impressive assets, so it's hard to feel comfortable being exposed to her for the first time. Still, she doesn't seem all that bother as she gazes down at my cock and licks her lips.

"Mmm... Been a while since I've gotten a good look at one of these bad boys..." she whispers to herself.

I watch as Luck lowers herself down to the ground until she's on her knees at eye level with my dick. I can tell she's about to make a move, meanwhile I'm completely frozen. I want to tell her to stop, but for some reason, I can't seem to actually get the words out. In fact, I can't manage to say anything. It's like I've suddenly lost my voice, the only sound exiting my mouth being heavy breaths as I wait to see what she'll do next.

"Don't worry. You don't have to say a thing," Luck says, my cock twitching as it feels the words leave her mouth. "Just relax and let me take care of everything. It's time to teach you the real definition of the word 'pleasure...'"

Despite what Luck's comments might lead someone to believe, I'm not some kind of celibate prude. I've had a few girlfriends over the years when I was younger, and while none of those relationships ended particularly well, I have had my fair share of sexual experiences during them. I've even masturbated a few times, though it's not something I've ever really made a habit out of.

However, as Luck reaches out to touch my cock, I almost immediately discover what she actually meant. The second her hand touches me, it's like lightning shooting through my body. Except this lightning is made entirely of raw orgasmic energy. I feel my knees buckle, and I have to use all the willpower I have to stop myself instantly cumming.

"W-what the fuck...?! I- Ah!" I gasp as I suddenly have to lean against the wall for support.

"Shhh... It's okay," Luck says in a soft, alluring voice. "It can be a bit intense your first time, but you'll get used to it."

Upon hearing that, I realize why she said the thing about my brain exploding. If this is what it feels like when she uses her hand, what the hell would her pussy feel like? I can barely even attempt to contemplate such a question, as Luck wraps her hand around my dick and begins to slowly jerk it off. Her soft skin feels like nothing I've ever felt before. It's incredibly smooth and mind-numbingly warm, almost as if a powerful sexual aura is radiating off of her and directly into my penis.

All it takes is few short pumps before I can't take the sensation anymore. Luck must feel my cock throb in her hand, as she quickly leans in close as I reach the edge. As I feel myself orgasm, Luck opens her mouth directly in front of the tip of my penis, though she takes care to not actually touch it with her lips, likely to prevent this experience from being even more overwhelming than it already is. As a thick rope of cum shoots out of me, Luck angles my cock so the entire thing lands in her waiting mouth, not a single drop escaping. The actual orgasm only lasts a short time, but even after I finish, I feel a strange warmth continuing to linger inside of me, as if tickling my very soul.

Once I regain my bearings (though the room does seem to spin a bit as I look around), I notice Luck kneeling before me with a pool of my cum sitting on her tongue. When she sees that she has my attention, she makes a show of closing her mouth and taking an exaggerated gulp. I notice a tiny shiver run through her body before she lets out a content sigh.

"Man, that hit the spot." I watch as Luck stands up and stretches her entire body, drawing even more attention to her shapely curves. "Sorry about that. Couldn't resist the opportunity for the small snack."

I just stand there, jaw practically on the floor, trying to sort out what I just experienced. I know I just said I had some sexual history, but that... that was something entirely different. And yet, it was just a handjob, and barely one at that.

"Uh... you might want to pull those pants back up," Luck informs me. "Carmen might not mind seeing me naked, but I can't say she'll feel the same indifference for you."

I bend down and grab my pants to put them back on, but the entire time, my eyes stay locked on the strange brunette woman in front of me.

"What... what are you?" I eventually ask as I re-buckle my belt.

"Huh? Well, that's a stupid question. I'm Luck!" She answers cheerful. "Although, if I'm anything right now, it's hungry. That was a nice appetizer you gave me, but I'd like something a little more substantial. What about you?"

"I... uh... I brought a lunch with me. It's still at my desk..." I mumble, only half aware of what's going on.

"Sounds good. I noticed there's a break room as we walked through the building. I'll race you there!" Luck says as she gets into a position to start running.

I blink and suddenly she's gone, leaving me alone in the storage room. It takes me a few seconds of replaying the past events in my head to full understand what just happened. I was... and then she... and that made me... and then she said she wanted some food and vanished. This... is going to take some time to process. I knew Luck wasn't you're average woman, but somehow, it seems like I know even less about her than I thought I did...