Getting to know Chloe - shy, adorable, tall... commanding... [M26/F24] [SoftFDom] [Work] [Masturbation] (Pt1)

This one is more of a slow burn series - I hope you'll stay with me for the ride!

Chloe bumped into me as I backed away from the coffee machine, carrying a stack of folders almost at her head-height, and above mine. I didn't initially spill the coffee, but after leaping forward in surprise, my coffee went back to (and all over) the machine, as if it was trying to return from whence it came.

'Oh my God, I'm so sorry!' she said, looking at the mess in horror.

'Ahhh... don't worry about it,' I said, trying to look as unbothered as possible, 'I guess I should be thankful it didn't go all over my clothes!'. Chloe's eyes flickered to my shirt then back at me. Something passed over her expression, then she looked away, her dyed black, mid-length hair obscuring part of whatever I had already missed.

'I'll get you another one,' she said, still looking to the side.

'Oh no, don't bother - but that's a lovely offer. I've still got some left!' I raised the half empty cup. I'm a little taller than average, but even then Chloe stands at least an inch higher, more so in the black boots she was wearing. She looked back at me, nodded, and gave me the briefest of smiles before heading on past. I looked at my cup, sighed, and went back to my desk. You couldn't be mad at Chloe - she'd never hurt a soul. Despite being taller than most girls, she generally avoided conversation, and never came out with us to the pub. I'd tried to talk to her a couple of times before, but my usual foolproof method of being generally loud and inquisitive was probably a bit overwhelming. Or so Alex told me afterwards.

I sat back down in front of my monitor and got back to work. I had been asked to review a press release again - a lesson in not doing jobs that I wasn't supposed to do. The comms team somehow seemed to be incapable of writing more than ten sentences without making some embarrassing mistake that makes me wonder how their CVs got past HR in the first place. After spending far too long going through the last press release and correcting all the mistakes (I had only been asked to look over the section on my own work), I sent it back with a sinking feeling that this very thing might occur - someone at comms would realise I was the only one at the company who could speak English and I needed to check through everything that was made public. Like I didn't have enough to do.

Well, I'd made my cake, so I opened the PDF and started reading through, only to have a hand fall into my vision and place a full cup of coffee onto my desk. I looked up to see Chloe standing over me, her gaze once again fixed below mine.

'I wanted to get you another one, even though you asked me not to,' she said. Her left hand played with the edge of her black skirt, fidgeting with the fabric. 'I hope that's okay.'

'Well that's... really kind of you Chloe, thank you,' I replied, trying to be a little more careful with my blasé confidence. 'I only spilt half, so I owe you half a coffee at some point,' I said, smiling. Chloe finally looked at me and smiled back. She's actually really cute, said a part of my brain that I usually try to ignore.

'I don't know how you can owe me half a coffee,' she said, turning to leave.

'Well, I'll just owe you a favour then - whatever you need. Just ask, and I'll do,' I said, half-jokingly, as she took a step away. She stopped and turned her head to the side, almost back at me. She frowned, then continued back to her own desk. After wondering if she had something she wanted to ask me, I shrugged and got back to work.

As the day, and then week, drew to a close, I found myself wondering if I should have done more to include Chloe in the past. Even her just getting a coffee for me showed she was more willing to talk to people than I had thought. When I finally logged off for the weekend in what I thought was an empty office, I was surprised to still see Chloe at her desk, working away even longer than I had been. The others would have left a while ago, but (I thought) she still might be willing to come.

Startled, she jumped when I cleared my throat, and her expression when she looked up at me was one of hesitant curiosity.

'Hiya Chloe,' I started, trying to sound as casual as possible, 'a few of us were going to head to the pub in a minute, fancy joining us? No pressure - it's just nice to let your hair down after the week.'

'Oh, sorry, I've got work I need to finish, I'm going to be a bit longer,' she replied, looking up from her office chair.

'That's okay. If you've gotta do something, I can wait,' I said, clearly feeling quite generous. That... expression flew across her face again, just for a moment. She paused, then a smile tugged almost imperceptibly at the edge of her lips.

'I might be a while. Will you wait for me?' she asked, innocently.

'Yep! Can do!' I replied, immediately thinking I'd overdone it again by being too jolly. But Chloe smiled a very genuine smile and I felt it was all probably fine.

'Okay, I've got to print something off first,' she said, standing up. She turned around and walked back towards the printers.

About half an hour later, she turned up again at my desk with a black jacket and handbag, and we set off towards to pub. It was much more of a modern London pub than some of the grungier establishments I spent too much of my time in at university. Both pleasant and relaxing - the perfect atmosphere for suited up workers to head to after a long week. More importantly for most, close enough to the clubs to head out after a long week and find someone to take home to scratch that particular itch as well. I hadn't been out as anything other than a wingman for a long time. Too long, I sometimes felt.

'Where does everyone usually sit?' asked Chloe, pulling me away from my thoughts as we entered. I took a look around at the booth in the corner that we usually crammed into and frowned. It was empty - it looked like no one had come here.

'Um... well we usually sit over there,' I said, pointing. 'But they're not there at the moment. I'll go and ask Larry if he's seen them. What do you want to drink?'

'Oh, I'll...' Chloe pondered for a moment. 'Vodka lemonade, please,' she said, somewhat sheepishly. I smiled and shrugged, and moved to the bar to chat to Larry whilst Chloe went to sit at the booth. Larry usually worked Fridays, so naturally knew us all well.

'They've gone I'm afraid,' he said, grimacing. 'You're late.'

'Yeah, I was just waiting for Chloe,' I replied nodding over to my solitary companion as I leaned forward onto the bar.

'Haven't seen her before,' said Larry, raising his eyebrows. 'She with your lot, or have you got lucky already tonight?'

'No such luck I'm afraid, I was trying to encourage her to come out an socialise more, but I seem to have missed the boat there.'

'It was just Alex and Kate in tonight, and they left after one drink.' Larry frowned at me after saying this, but continued. 'Your usual?'

'Yeah, if you wouldn't mind,' I said. 'And a vodka lemonade for the lady.'

I approached the table while Chloe was looking away at the other patrons, lost in thought. She had a slightly wistful look about her, and something about her being out of work had made her relax, just slightly. She really is very pretty, I thought. She was leaning forward and had her elbows on the table, pushing together her mildly sizeable breasts and giving me the perfect view of her cleavage. Okay, stop. Honestly, I had just started talking to her to be nice. It didn't all have to be about sex.

I sat down with the drinks and placed hers in front of her. She looked over in surprise.

'Oh! Thank you. You caught me dreaming there,' she said, taking a sip of her drink.

'No problem. It's just going to be the two of us I think, Alex and Kate were here but apparently they left early. So, if you don't want to s-'

'They're fucking,' said Chloe, suddenly. I stopped talking in shock and stared at her. 'I think they want to keep it a secret, but Kate sits next to me and is constantly looking over at him whenever he walks past. He looks back.' For a second, I didn't really know what to say.

'How do you know they're not just into each other?' I asked.

'They were. But now they're definitely fucking. I think they think no one's watching but I like to people watch in the office. I...' Chloe paused, stopping herself from continuing. I sensed whatever she had to say was exceptionally interesting.

'Go on,' I said, smirking encouragingly. 'You can't just stop there.' A smirk of her own flickered onto her face.

'I saw a picture he sent her on her phone. I wasn't looking deliberately!' she said quickly. 'But it was... they were sexting at work.' I laughed and she smiled back, looking more relaxed still. 'It really wasn't a good picture!'

'That's amazing!' I exclaimed through the laughter. 'Maybe that's why he got a new phone last week, so he could get a better one.' Chloe burst into laughter and I felt a wave of warmth flow through me. As the evening continued, we stayed far longer than I thought we would, each of us taking it in turns to get the drinks. Once she had gotten to know me a little better, conversation was easy. When I talked, she would look at me as if she was looking forward to every word. When she talked, it was as if she had always wanted to tell me what she was telling me, and would pour that excitement from her eyes, directly into mine. I didn't realise it until later, but I had started to fall for her, and quite hard. Once, when I told a story that involved me falling out of the shower, she cried Oh no! through her laughter and laid her hand on my wrist, just briefly. The physical contact sent a pulse through my body and I felt my cheeks heat up.

'Okay,' I said, looking away from her and standing up. 'I'm gonna grab one more round if you're up for it?'

'No!' she proclaimed, standing herself. 'You got the last ones; these ones are mine to get.'

'Ah, it's fine,' I said, turning around to go to the bar.

'No.' she said, sternly, her tone changing and her voice dropping slightly. I stopped immediately. She walked in front of me and turned to face me, her head tilted downwards as her eyes met mine. She was close, her chest so close to mine I could feel her warmth off her. I found myself holding my breath. Something in her eyes sparkled and the corner of her mouth twitched. 'I'll get these. You stay here.' She said this quietly, so I could only just hear despite her close we were. A wave of energy simmered between us as I felt something stir between my legs. Her gaze dropped for an instant then she turned around to walk back towards the bar. A few steps in, she stopped, turned her head slightly, and said in a voice low and thick with amusement, 'you can sit down if you like.'

She didn't mention what had happened when she brought over our drinks, but I noticed just a slight smile - sometimes a smirk - playing on her lips and a new look occasionally passing across her eyes. We finished our drinks and continued talking, continuing to enjoy each other's company until it was too late to ignore.

'Where do you live?' she asked, as we both stepped into the nighttime.

'Oh, about a five-minute walk away, so it's super easy to get back,' I said, pointing vaguely in the direction of my flat.

'Okay, well I'm going to get an Uber back - text me when you're home?' I felt a small drop of disappointment. Was I really expecting to get asked back to her place? Shy, doesn't-go-out Chloe asking me to have sex with her after one night of drinking? Smiling, adorable, hot... occasionally commanding Chlo- 'Okay?' she asked again.

'Oh, right, yeah,' I said, nodding slowly. 'I'll try to remember.' No. I wasn't surprised. But I was still a little disappointed.

'Don't try,' she said, turning towards me. 'You text me when you're safely home.' She maintained eye contact as her voice shifted commandingly again. I tried to speak, but nodded instead. There was an electrically tense pause, then she smiled and turned away. I watched her walk towards the road, then turned around, frowned to myself, and headed back home.

I missed the front door with my keys twice before I noticed I was drunker than I realised. I was, at least, able to walk (not stumble) into my flat and remember to shut the door behind me. After pouring myself a glass of water, I got out my phone and texted Chloe to let her know I was back home. I took her number from the What'sApp office group chat, smiling when I noticed her profile picture was an upside-down picture of a pangolin. We were on the same wavelength.

A notification popped up at the top of my phone screen - she had sent me a photo.

The world seemed to quieten a little and I suddenly seemed to notice how tight my suit trousers were. I could suddenly feel my heartbeat and an exciting feeling stirred down below. I pressed the notification, and the photo opened up on my screen. Another pang of disappointment. It was just a picture of her hand giving a thumbs up.

I walked back into my room and took off my work clothes. I couldn't help but notice the pleasurable sensitivity of my semi brush against my trousers as I pulled them off. I looked down and placed a hand on my underwear. My hand was a little cold, but the heat of below started to warm it up. I absentmindedly caressed the outline of my slightly engorged penis, and sighed out the general exhaustion of the week. I sat down on the bed, closing my eyes to the dim light and letting my mind wander to the brief jolt of excitement I had felt when Chloe had sent me the photo. I found myself again questioning what I had expected. I'm not sure I had expected anything really but the thought of... something had clearly turned me on.

My sleepy consciousness wandered further as I imagined myself back in the street outside the pub with Chloe. I stood with her as her taxi pulled up. Just before she got in, she smirked and said something about messing with me, then took my hand and pulled met into the back seat with her. In the blink of an eye we were in her flat, and she bent down slightly to kiss me. There was no soft ceremony; she was tearing my jacket off, throwing it to the floor as her hands started undoing the buttons of my shirt. Our mouths were clamped together and my hands groped desperately around her back, running up and under her shirt and over her bra strap.

Back alone in my room, in the real world, my hand had slid down to my underwear and a slowly pushed my member around beneath the fabric, small, glowing waves of pleasure eliciting a small involuntary groan from my throat as my imagined self was locked to Chloe's lips. Both of us were breathing heavily as we undressed each other, her finally finishing with my shirt as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down. She looked down and exhaled something between an exhausted giggle and a laugh, stepping out of her skirt and diving back in to attack my mouth with her hungry lips.

I put my hands around my own underwear and lifted myself up a little on my bed, pulling them down onto my thighs to release my hardening shaft. The actioned stopped me in my thoughts. Oh Christ, I said to myself, suddenly quite ashamed. I had only really spoken to Chloe properly for a week, and all I had wanted to do was make her feel more involved. I go for one drink with her and suddenly I'm fantasising over her while masturbating? I looked around my room. No one was here. And anyway, who ever really cared about the morality of a private wank? It's been a few days; I can do what I want.

I shuffled over to my bedside table and pulled out a few tissues from the tissue box. My cock had softened slightly, so I grasped it and gently pulled back and forth, allowing myself to think back to Chloe. In my mind, her room was strangely rather like mine just more... her somehow. I wasn't really concentrating all that much on it as I imagined her warm lips around my hard arousal, her black hair falling around my thighs. I saw her stand up and slowly take off her bra, revealing picture-perfect breasts as she let it fall away. I heard her low moans as I kissed her neck and whispered her name to her. I felt the warm wetness of her sex as my hand slid over her mound and she inhaled sharply. I quickened the pace as I touched myself, almost painfully hard as caresses turned to pumps and heavy breathing turned into quiet grunts and longer moans. The ghost of Chloe in my mind climbed on top of my lap, almost frantically plunging herself onto my cock. Nearly the whole week's worth of cum started to build up as I imagined Chloe's screams of pleasure as we desperately fucked each other, simultaneously in more than one position. I could see her above me, tits bouncing up and down with each moan, and I could feel our arms wrapped around each other as we sat up and I pushed in out out of her.

The waves of pleasure built and built and I could feel my orgasm swirl into my member as my balls tightened and the first rope of cum shot out of me. I moaned loudly and opened my eyes, catching my expulsion in the tissue. I leant forward and bet my penis forward as it jolted again, a thicker splurt ejaculating out and into my hand. I lightly pushed my thumb into the base of the tip as the sparks of pleasure darted through my cock and cum continued to shoot out. I moaned with every wave, without holding back. In my head, she had come with me.

As the last dregs of the orgasm washed over me and my breathing subsided, I wiped the last dribble away from the end of my penis and stood up. I walked into the en suite and flushed the tissue away, washing my hands with cold water and declining to look up into the mirror. I wasn't ashamed or anything but... I might have been if I could see myself. Despite convincing myself that I hadn't done anything wrong, I knew I'd still feel guilty if I thought about it too hard. So, I climbed into bed and let the exhaustion finally take me, all the while wondering if I'd ever get to live out my fantasy.

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