With passionate results

Katie opened the door to her hotel room and hurried herself in. She was doubly thankful that she wasn't wearing her sexy outfit of the day and was still in her yoga clothes. For one, she didn't know if she could handle a bevy of gazes drinking in her figure and further stoking the fire within her. After the unexpected intimacy of the yoga class, her mind was drunk with arousal and she wasnt entirely sure she could control her desire to show off if the opportunity arose. Secondly, and most importantly, under the guise of needing to change, it gave her an excuse to steal away to her hotel room so she could take care of her... urges.

She locked the deadbolt, flipped the security latch on the door and quickly kicked off her shoes. Her mind raced the entire time. There were so many new and novel emotions bombarding her mind and body, and she didn't know what to make of them. She could reasonably explain why she liked showing off so much. It made sense that she enjoyed showing off her body and dressing in sexy clothes. It made her feel powerful, and sexy, and that was fun. It even made sense that it excited her to show off like that to the men around the convention and to Andrew. She would have never expected it to excite her as much as it did, but the men there were all so sexy in their own ways and showing off her body was still such new territory that it almost felt like she had uncovered a previously unknown kink.

She stripped off her sports bra, exposing her stiff, aching nipples to the cool air of her hotel room. Her left hand found its respective breast and she gave her nipple a small pinch. A grown hissed from her lips as it sent an ecstatic thrill to her blushing, engorged folds between her legs. Her nipples had been begging for attention ever since her jaunt to the coffee shop that morning. When she felt the focus of every man there, her body reacted instantly. Her hardened nipples were only one of many afflictions she suffered, but they served as a constant reminder of her display. OK, maybe showing off was more than just a simple kink, she even got heavily aroused just thinking about it, but it wasn't like it was a fetish... Was it? Either way, it certainly explained her arousal during the solo portion of their yoga class. She could have been showing off for anyone, really, and she would have felt excited, turned on, aroused... It just so happened that Andrew was her audience at that point.

And if that's where the yoga class ended, she could have happily rationalized her feelings in that way.

But that was just the beginning of the class and her arousal only grew from there.

Katie moaned as she played with her nipple and played back the events of the yoga class. She knew that simply playing with her nipple wouldn't satisfy her enough, so she begrudgingly tore her left hand away from her breast so it could work with her right to remove her thong, leggings and socks in one fluid motion. She collapsed onto her bed leaving her clothes carelessly scattered on the floor. Her left hand resumed its place toying with her nipple while her right snaked its way down her torso to her eagerly awaiting sex. Her tender touch left behind a trail of goosebumps before it settled at its destination. She was already so wet from her tantric yoga with Andrew that her finger slipped inside without any resistance and she reveled in the saitsyfing sensation. It felt so damn good. Another moan snuck from her lips, louder now as she melted into the pleasurable relief. It felt like finally scratching a miserable itch, if you could call being more aroused than ever before a 'miserable itch'.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way.

She knew she shouldn't be imagining Andrew while she stroked herself.

She knew she should stay faithful to Jake...

But her ministrations were heavily fueled by the memory of Andrew's proud bulge against her crotch during their lotus embrace. She couldn't believe how good that had felt. Her holding him, him holding her. Their breath shallow and ragged. His bold erection separated from her craving sex by only a few layers of fabric. She had wanted to move her hips and grind on it, but a part of her still held back. It was one thing to touch him, embrace him, and feel his mutual passion, but to actually act on her sexual desires was something entirely different. That was a line she knew she could not cross.

Alone in her room however, her hips were welcome to do whatever they wanted, and she found that they were moving deliciously in tandem with her right hand.

But even caught in the thralls of her memory of their embrace, Katie couldn't help but wonder how it even got that far. He was her boss, for goodness sake. Most bosses and their employees don't simply sit in a carnal embrace feeling each other's throbbing desire. That was generally wrong. Most companies even had anti-nepotism policies that forbade it. Even if their company only consisted of her and Andrew, he was still her boss. It was a fact that rang loudly in her mind, but ironically it ended up being the fact that made it right in the end, and somehow made it that much hotter too.

Katie groaned just thinking about it. He was her boss, and she his employee. Her hand picked up its pace. She thought back to her fantasy the other night where she was being plowed from behind against the glass window of a penthouse. Did that turn her on because he had a bunch of money? Power? Status? Or was that hot because she was a lowly employee like a secretary? Did she actually crave inferiority? Submission? Subservience?

"Fuck..." she moaned. She could feel an orgasm welling up inside her like a dam ready to burst. Her left hand abandoned her breast and grabbed a pillow for her to scream into. Her other hand continued playing with her soaking wet womanhood, stoking the fires of her orgasm as she pictured herself pressed up against the penthouse window with Andrew slamming into her from behind. She imagined looking out the window at the cityscape below, but when she looked down she saw the convention centre with all the people walking underneath like she was in the yoga studio. She imagined the lavender smell permeating their raucous sex. People below were looking up and watching Andrew plow into her with her breasts pressed firmly against the cool plexiglass. Katie's toes curled. All those sexy men watching her, seeing how sexy she looked, seeing her give herself to her boss. All those men would admire Andrew. They wanted to take his place. They wanted to have sex with her. They wanted to be him.

She was being such a good employee for...

"GOD!" she screamed into her pillow, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The orgasm racked through Katie's body, causing her legs to clamp down on her hand. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her, and her mind drowned in a tidal flood of ecstasy. Her finger was trapped deep inside the convulsing canal of her sex, stuck to ride out the pleasure storming through her body.

When the orgasm finally subsided, her body relaxed and she felt in control once again. She tossed the pillow aside to breathe and her left hand quickly found its way back to her breast, to her aching nipple. The orgasm was good, the orgasm was amazing, but she was far from satisfied, far from over. Her right hand, released from its confines between her legs, began picking up its pace once again.

She reflected on what finally brought her over the edge. It wasn't exactly submission or subservience... well, maybe subservience, but it definitely wasn't inferiority. It all came back to her being a good employee. After all, that's what ultimately led her to her tantric embrace with Andrew.

In the yoga studio, when Zara had announced they needed to partner up for sensual couples yoga, she was mortified. She didn't want to cross any lines. Lines of propriety between her and her boss. Lines of trust and fidelity between her and Jake. Even lines of fairness and emotional tolerance that she had drawn for herself. She was terrified about what it would mean to be sensual with Andrew, but caught in that moment when it was imperative to make a split second decision, a commanding voice inside told her to be a good employee. It seemed so simple. She wasn't Katie and he wasn't Andrew. They were an employee and a boss, and her boss needed her to make his life better, so she joined Andrew on his mat. She couldn't make him look bad. Not there. Not at the convention.

The first few poses were simple and innocent enough: they held hands to find each other's balance, they found their partner's breath by bracing on each other's shoulders, they found their mutual centre by sitting back to back and twisting, using the other's leg as leverage. But no matter how innocent the poses were, Katie felt her heart flutter with every touch, every graze, and every contact. She caught her breath whenever their eyes met and she felt herself fall deeper into the blue depths of his gaze.

Katie moaned on her bed as she thought about his beautiful cerulean eyes and the pleasurable chills that ran through her body anytime he looked at her. It was enough to turn her mind to mush. She relished in being the focus of his gaze.

During the class though, she didn't know if she could take anymore. The glances, the touching... As innocent as the poses were, she was certainly toeing lines. She wanted him to look at her, she wanted him to touch her, she wanted to bare all for him, for Andrew, for her boss. When she was bent forward and he was supposed to help deepen her stretch by pushing from behind, she wanted his hands to find her butt, she wanted him to cop a feel, she wanted him to take it further. It was all she could think about. To Andrew's credit, he respected the boundaries she had previously set and kept his hands on her hips or the small of her back, but that only served to frustrate her further.

While one part of Katie wanted more, the other part kept screaming at her. "It's unprofessional! You're engaged!" She felt like her mind was being twisted in more ways than her body, it was excruciating, so when Zara announced a short water break Katie silently excused herself from Andrew and hurried to the small table carrying bottles of alkaline water. She grabbed one and briskly walked to an empty spot in the studio to reflect on her situation. Her mind was racked with inner turmoil and in that moment the only way she knew how to settle it was to escape. Between fight or flight, she chose flight. Katie was almost ready to leave the studio, leave the convention, resign and leave it all behind. She was almost ready to never see Andrew again. It would be safe. She could continue her life with Jake unaffected by her burgeoning feelings for Andrew. She could leave it all behind.

Then Martin came over and saved her from making a dire mistake. Magnanimous Martin and his saccharine brown eyes. Katie moaned again, this time thinking about his gaze. It was so different from Andrew's: warm and gentle, yet it yielded the same effect. A small look from behind the golden frame of his glasses reduced her mind to mush. Katie's left hand began flicking her nipple and her other hand picked up its pace as she began to recall the steamy part of the class.

"You're uncomfortable," he had said to her. He had an uncanny ability to read her like a book. "You're worried things are going too far." Even in her memories, his voice rang like a bell of truth. "Relax. What is the role of an employee?" he had asked.

"To make my boss's life better." Katie remembered mumbling it then, but now she moaned it as her hand played vigorously with her sex. Something about that phrase just revved her engine.

"That's right. Don't you agree that physical contact between you and Andy would make his life better?"

"Better..." she had mumbled.

"Betterrr..." she moaned.

Katie began to recall the rest of the class and she lifted her breast to her mouth to give it a little lick. Exposed to the air conditioned room, the wet saliva made her nipple feel delightfully cold. She felt it stiffen and tighten before her hand began pinching it again. Thanks to Martin, she remembered coming back from the water break with a renewed vigor. All of her prior worries paled in comparison to her desire to be a good employee for Andrew, for her desire to make his life better. Her mind had focus and clarity. Nothing else mattered. Even Andrew's jelly-inducing gaze failed to break her desire to make his life better. She wordlessly placed his hands on her butt when the pose called for it, giving him the permission he needed to go further. He showed his appreciation by avidly admiring the shape of her butt. When she needed to support him from behind, she eagerly pressed her body against his, letting her breasts tease and entice him. Her hands explored his body with every opportunity, touching his chest, his butt and his inner thigh, and his hands returned the favor. Every touch felt euphoric, every graze felt like ecstasy. She could feel her burning desire grow unchecked, but it didn't matter because she was being a good employee for Andrew. Even when the pose called for her to be close to his crotch, to his amply tented shorts, Katie didn't falter. She just remembered something else Martin said.

"Don't you agree that his desire to touch you is just an indication that you're being a good employee?"

And what better indicator could she ask for than his raging hard on?

In her bed, Katie remembered the first time she really noticed it. When she came face-to-face with it, so to speak. It sent thrills and chills through her body. She remembered feeling like such a good employee for her boss because he was obviously enjoying the yoga class. He was turned on. He was appreciating how sexy she was. He wanted to touch her and he wanted her to keep touching him. He obviously thought she was a good employee and she really liked being a good employee.

"Good employee..." she had mumbled to Martin when he brought it up.

"Good employee..." she had thought while staring at Andrew's package.

"Good employee..." she moaned in her bed.

"Good employee..." she remembered reciting with Martin, like a call-and-response mantra.

"Good employeeeee..." she heard herself think while feeling Andrew's rection against her crotch.

"Goooood...." she remembered hearing Martin say while she swayed with her water bottle in hand.

"Gooood..." she whispered in Andrew's ear as they held each other.

"I'm a goooood... emp," she moaned into her pillow. Her body was on the verge of orgasming again.

"Goooood em..." She wanted to say it. She knew if she said it she'd cum again. Her body was ready. Her toes curled. Her hips pushed against her hand. She liked being a good employee.

"Goooood..." She tossed the pillow aside. The words just wouldn't come. It felt weird. Like the words weren't right.

"Good. Good. Good." She started saying it faster and faster as her hand picked up its pace. She hoped it would eventually just slip out, but it seemed so hard. Two simple words. That's all she needed.

"goodgoodgoodgood..." she moaned. It wasn't there yet, but she felt it coming. She felt herself cumming. It was all lining up.

"Good.Good.GOOD.GOOOOOD.GOOD GIRL!" she yelled as a tidal wave of hormones engulfed her body. Her legs clamped tightly on her hand again. Her left hand pinched and pulled at her nipple to the point of pain, but everything felt so good. Her body shook. Her eyes clenched shut. Her mouth gaped open. Her mind shut down.

Briefly. Probably.

An eternity passed in a moment.

Katie blinked and looked around her room. Her workout clothes were scattered across the floor. Her outfit of the day was unceremoniously falling off the bed. The midday sun **** its way through the closed blinds. She felt good, relaxed, content. Satisfied.

But something had woken her up, or at least something had snapped her from her stupor. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and sat up. Her hand felt slightly sticky as it propped her up. She knew her ponytail was a mess, but she didn't dare touch it until she washed her hands. That didn't matter, though. That could wait.. Something had brought her back to reality and it really bothered her that she didn't know what it was. Her lizard brain told her that something was wrong, there was something in her environment, but she knew she didn't have too much time before her absence would become noticed. She had probably already spent too long addressing her... urges, that she couldn't waste time investigating her room. She resolved to get freshened up and dressed and hoped that the glitch would reveal itself naturally.

Testing out the stability of both legs, Katie began standing up. It had been a while since she orgasmed that hard, let alone from a solo show. She felt a small sense of pride being able to take care of herself like that. Even Jake, as sexy and manly as he was, didn't always play her body like that. It had felt good. Really good. She hummed inwardly and, finally confident that her legs were no longer jelly, she began walking towards the bathroom. A familiar knock echoed against the door to her room, however, and stopped her in her tracks. In an instant she knew that was what had roused her from her stupor. Someone was at her door. They had knocked at least twice now and were expecting her to answer. Questions bombarded her mind. Who was at the door? Was her self-care session too loud? Was someone coming to complain?

Katie crept to the door and looked through the peephole.