Morning and evening in the office

Vi jogs through the rain. This weird part of late winter means some days are sunny, and some are horrific. This is one of the latter days. Every other step nearly ends her life; the heels she chose prove a risk on the treacherous, wet concrete.

She shakes her hair off as the embrace of the inside of the heated building finally greets her. She power-walks through the lobby, using her pass to get through the security gates. At the end of the hallway, Taro stands as the elevator doors close.

“Ah! Taro! Door! Please!!!” She calls, jogging again, her heels progressively losing more and more grip. Taro looks up from his phone, squinting; he reaches out to stop the elevator doors from closing.

She doesn’t have to keep jogging; she could easily slow down and walk like a normal person, but she feels bad and doesn’t want Taro to wait longer than necessary.

She makes it, but the rain outside decides to punish her for running indoors. She slips.

“Whoa!”

Taro reaches out to grab her, his hand landing directly on her breast. The other hand is on her shoulder, but he loses his grip, not expecting the full weight of the running girl.

This is so disgustingly meet-cute…

They tumble over and Taro lands on his back, his hand shifting to her waist, the other, remaining on her breast.

“Shit! You okay?” Taro asks, scrambling to move his hand.

Vi blushes as she looks up, a bit too embarrassed about the fall to tease him about the groping. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Though, of course, as she stands up, that embarrassment she feels doesn’t last long at all.

The elevator closes behind them, and Vi stands close to Taro, biting her bottom lip as she grins up at him. “Worth it?”

“Worth it?” He asks, blushing.

She smirks, running a finger down her buttoned blouse. “Getting fallen on?”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” He replies smoothly.

“Hmm. It felt pretty good for me.” She winks, reaching down; she traces her fingers along his wrists.

“I won’t tell anyone if you want a better feel. That was kinda impactful, wasn’t it?”

Taro’s jaw shifts in thought. He stares into her purple eyes; he sucks in his inner lip.

“The pull you have on me…” He reaches up, finally admitting the attraction he has. He reaches up to her chest with both hands, gently grabbing her breasts through the shirt, the elevator humming around them.

“Hmmm.” She moans softly, licking her lips and tilting her head. “Both hands? Testing to see if there are any differences? Men are so greedy.”

He drops a hand in embarrassment, her teasing grin sending shivers down his spine. "This is so wrong..."

Vi bites her lip, looking at him through hooded eyes. “Isn't it?” She giggles, lightly tracing her fingers on his arm.

He squeezes again, his breath catching when he can feel the undeniable hard bump starting to grow on her chest. He looks up at her parted lips, her soft breaths and sly smile.

“Good God,” he groans, the elevator, unfortunately, coming to a stop around them.

Vi pushes his arms down and steps back before the doors open. Good thing too, since waiting at the door is one of the other employees in the building, giving them a small nod as they swap positions.

“Shall we go to your office? She asks, before lowering her voice. “For work-related reasons, of course.”

The rest of the day goes by relatively quietly, a few flirty looks here and there, Vi having basically moved completely into Taro’s office now. She, on more than one occasion, caught him being distracted by the shape of her breasts.

Well. She was inviting the looks after all; she had to stretch after all. Today just happened to be a particularly stiff day.

…

“You coming?” She asks, the clock finally hitting 5:00 pm.

He sighs and shakes his head. “No… Have to stay late again… You can head off, though.”

Vi sucks her lip in…. “Nah. I can help you.”

He looks up. “Are you sure? It’s not a big deal.”

She shrugs. “It’s fine.”

‘I need a distraction anyway. Stupid Maki has ruined my flow.’

Just thinking about Maki sends white-hot rage and frustration through her.

“Okay.. If you’re sure. How are you drafting some reports?”

She sits down. “I can do that.” She can’t help herself. She needs to distract herself more; she shouldn’t have thought about Maki.

And what is the best way to distract herself?

She starts to unbutton her shirt. “Since we’re off the clock… You don’t mind if I get a bit more comfortable, right?”

Taro looks up at her, already blushing, his eyes going to her generous cleavage. Vi is so, so glad she just happened to wear a nice lingerie bra today.

“Is your favourite colour blue?” She asks, exaggeratedly following his gaze to her own chest.

“I think it is now.” He breathes.

She chuckles. “It’s pretty warm in here… I hope I don’t have to get even more comfortable…”

Taro bites his bottom lip. “I guess I shouldn’t put the heater up then, should I?”

She smiles. “That would be soooo unfortunate.”

Vi didn’t think this through. It’s just a bit too hot now. I mean, it’s a solid excuse to take her shirt off in his office. But she’s just kind of sweaty now. Though Taro seems to like the way her body is now flushed, seeing that he’s not done any work for what feels like the last 10 minutes, just constantly looking from his monitor to her flushed, sweaty chest.

She sighs softly, stretching her arms above her head. “Hmmm. It’s sooooo hot in here.” She reaches down to the rest of her buttons, slowly undoing them, button by slow button.

“Are you sure…”

“I am.” She says, rolling her shoulders back, letting the shirt slide down. She turns to face him, her fingernail running down her side. “Much better.”

'Maki would get such a kick out of this.'

Her eye twitches, grateful that Taro didn’t see the slip.

“Fucking hell… Your body is sooo.”

“Hot?”

“Perfect.” He groans, reaching down to adjust his pants.

She gives him a look. “I’ve only ever got rave reviews.”

“I… Bought your set.”

“My set?” She asks.

He nods. "The... Collections... Photoshoot."

"Oh!" She giggles.

She reaches for her chest, adjusting her bra, her breast flesh jiggling with the movement. “So… You want to see the view in person now? Get a proper feel?”

He nods. Already standing.

'Maki would absolutely froth at this story.'

Her eye twitches again.

‘I’M SO ANNOYED!’

She smirks sensually, her twitching. Grabbing her shirt off the table, she pushes the fabric onto Taro’s chest. “It’s pretty late though… So maybe next time… My boyfriend and I have plans.”

Taro grimaces, adjusting himself again as he watches Vi turn, sliding the shirt off her arms. The lust that’s been building since day one, only increasing.

'Maki get out of my damn head !!!!'