Over the Moon

I have spent the last day going over the plans that Wolf was able to get for me yesterday. I came into the office early to get a head start on a very long list of tasks. Just before lunch, I call HR, and Winnie answers the phone. “Hi, Aubrey! What can I help you with?”

“Hey, Winnie. Can you let me know who I go through for flight and hotel bookings?”

“You called the right person. I do all the bookings. Is this for the Autism Hub project in Chicago?”

“It is. I will need flights, two nights at the hotel, and a rental car. Is there anything else you need from me?”

“Nope! I can handle that. Give me a day and I will have the tickets and your itinerary.”

“That is awesome. Thanks, Winnie!”

“You’re welcome. Hey, did you want to come to lunch with me, Nicole, and Harper today?”

“Thanks for the offer but I am going to go for a run at lunch. I missed my run this morning.”

“Okay! Another day then.”

“Another day, for sure. Thanks again.”

With that sorted, I get changed for my run. I see the girls in the lobby on their way to lunch and wave hello to them. Nicole even said hello with no looks of disgust on her face. Improvement. She doesn’t need to like me. I don’t care about that, but you can’t treat people shitty because of their size.

I run across the road and hit the trail running out for twenty minutes, turning, and then running back. I make my way back across the road intending to get my bag from my office and hit the shower in the locker room again. When I cross the front parking lot, Wolf is standing just outside the front doors with a look of determination on his face. “How was your run?” he asks.

“It was good,” I say as I take slow breaths to lower my heart rate. “The trail is perfect for running, I just wish this end was closer to the ocean. Can’t beat the salt breeze.”

He smiles at that. “I agree. Come on.” He motions to me, and we walk into the building together and up in the elevator.

When we reach my office I say, “Have a good day, Wolf. I’ll see you at the one-thirty meeting.” I go inside and grab my bag and when I turn around Wolf is blocking my way.

“Why not? Where else am I going to shower?”

Then he smirks at me. “You will shower in my bathroom.”

“Absolutely not, Wolf. There is no reason why I can’t shower in the locker room downstairs,” I say with my hand on my hips. Wolf reaches out toward me but instead of touching me, as I expected, he grabs my gym bag off my shoulder and walks off toward his office. “Hey,” I say following him, “give me back my bag.” He ignores me and goes into his office. By the time I catch up to him he is already in the ensuite bathroom pulling out my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash out of my bag and placing them in the shower. “What are you doing?”

Wolf turns around and says “You will shower in here from now on. The locker rooms on the first floor are off-limits. If you are going to be naked near any man in this building it is going to be me.” He pushes past me and closes the door. What did he just say?!

What did I just say?! Jesus, I am losing control here. She is in my bathroom, in my shower and I am practically crawling out of my skin. I can’t sit down so I pace back and forth, trying to settle whatever this feeling is inside me. I keep replaying our conversations in my head. A sound from the bathroom draws my attention so I stop pacing to listen. Nothing but the sound of the shower running. Hmm.

I know I heard Jack call her sweetie before our fight on Monday, but he swears nothing is going on between them. They kissed, I saw it. That fucker. My hands fist at my sides, I bring one fist down on the top of my desk as I walk past it. I hit the desk hard enough that my coffee from earlier spilled. Shit. I grab some tissues to wipe up and toss them in the trash can under my desk.

The bathroom door opens and I look up to see Aubrey walking out in a gorgeous red dress. Her hair is still damp and cascading down her back in loose waves. Her skin is glowing, and her cheeks are rosy.

That’s when it hits me, a soft smell of coconut. This woman. Never have I found a smell erotic but ever since the first time we met, the smell of coconut brings back the memory of her and my cock stands at attention. Just like it is now. With her in front of me, rosy-cheeked, with a pissed-off look on her face, I chuckle internally. All that coupled with the smell of coconut, I am fit to be tied. I move toward her, but she walks out of my office without saying a word.

I follow her into the hall and catch a glimpse of her dress as she walks into her office. I turn around and shut my office door. Something pulls me toward the bathroom, and I enter the steamy room slowly. I can still smell her in here, not just the coconut but the smell that is undeniably Aubrey. I reach out and grab the towel she hung on the hook to dry. I hold it to my face and breathe deeply. My dick twitches. I am a creep.

She makes me do things I would never do but I feel compelled when it comes to her. I see she left behind a small bottle of lotion on the counter. I pick it up and read the label, coconut. Of course, it is. I walk out of the bathroom, towel, and lotion still in my hands, and sit down at my desk. I contemplate not going to the one-thirty meeting because there is no way I can walk in with this hard-on.

I turn on my computer and start reviewing my files, trying to distract myself. My slacks are too tight for me in this condition, so I undo the button and pull the fly open. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes as my hand frees my cock from its constraints. I lightly stroke back and forth, feeling a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I spread the liquid over the head as I cup my balls with the other hand. A groan escapes my lips when I palm myself again and start to pump back and forth. In my mind, I picture Aubrey in that red dress spread out before me, her pussy bare to me and glistening with need. I tell her to circle her clit while I watch, and she obeys.

Only Fantasy Aubrey will do as she is told, Real Life Aubrey would tell me to fuck myself. And damn, doesn’t that just feel right? I grab her lotion and put a little squirt on my palm and stroke my cock again. I start to pump faster thinking about the real Aubrey, the one that will push every button, the one that will put up a fight and make victory that much sweeter. Sweet, like the smell of coconut all around me. My balls tighten and a sensation deep inside tells me I am close. I grab her towel and pump hard until I find my release, grunting as I come.