Unfair Distractions

Distracted so unfairly

At the bench, Christie expected Andrew to sit and babble about anything masculine a man typically thought about. No, not this guy. Andrew placed all the bags next to Christie and proceeded to get on his knee in front of her. The few bystanders gasped and gawked in curiosity.

Unsure what was coming, Christie looked into Andrew’s eyes and immediately knew she was trapped and locked into a tractor beam of intense desire. Andrew phrased it as a question but Christie new it was more like a command to sit still. He was offering her a massage in such a chivalrous way that answering no was a crime.

Feeling flushed with self-consciousness, Christie stammered and searched for ways to explain that it was not right to take a massage from Andrew. The darkening of his eyes stirred her heart and moved her spirit while agitating her attraction to him.

Before she could politely mush Andrew away, he had her ankle secured and pulled her shoe off. Christie felt mortified. What if her feet were… but others would see… they were barely friends… and… the thoughts failed Christie.

The rush of adrenaline and endorphins that overwhelmed her made Christie freeze in pleasurable panic. The hands. Oh the hands. Andrew was masterfully orchestrating salvos of pleasures unlike any Christie had ever felt. He was skillfully and surgically removing stress at the deepest levels she could sense.

It was not long before Christie’s face was steaming red and her other leg was shaking and quivering with waves of arousal that could not be contained or denied. No matter how she fought to stop Andrew, she needed him to continue. By the time he was working on her second foot, Christie had given up fighting.

It’s not like she was going to kick concrete and block Andrew from finishing her undoing. The power in his hold was stronger than a vice grip but filled with such care and gentleness that all her body wanted to do was thrust itself into his arms for him to do as he wished.

Her mind spun all manners of love scenes in anticipation of what might happen. But Christie knew she couldn’t. They worked together. She was a few rungs up the ladder above him. Her decisions affected him. This was uncharted territory.

As Andrew wrapped up, Christie tried to find her black heels and could not find them. Andrew pulled her legs up on his knee before reaching for the box of her new silver heels. He had a small smile but it telegraphed degrees of naughtiness that intensified the wetness Christie was struggling to contain.

For the first time in her life, Christie understood what Cinderella felt when the Prince had slipped the glass slippers on her feet. The care with which Andrew placed these brand new heels moved Christie. Passionate care. Focused attention. Impeccable grace. Exotic movements. The shoe slipped on perfectly.

The way he looked up was as if a child had made the biggest treasure discovery of man kind. Not the cheesy big grin. The deep gratified knowing in the eyes. The kind a hungry groom gives his new bride before taking her for the first time.

Andrew pronounced the heels perfect and told her that he could not wait to see her feel comfortable and at ease in them, as it would reflect her royalty for the world to see. It would be their token secret about his brazen act.

Christie did not know what to do or think. No one had ever done her like this. No one had spoken to her so profoundly. No one had ever championed her and spoken to her insecurities and left her assured and valiantly strong.

Scarcely aware of the clapping onlookers, Andrew got up, pulled a Wet Nap from his back pocket, and once cleaned, executed a perfect free-throw for the trash-can some ridiculous distance away. Grabbing her bags, he offered to take her to her car so she can savor walking in her heels unweighed down.

As Christie looked about, she saw that Andrew had placed her black heels out of reach. Very clever, this Andrew. Watching him retrieved them gave Christie a great view of the muscular nature of Andrew’s rear, causing her to salivate with more desire than before.

Taking her arm, Andrew moved at her pace towards the exit as Christie was very aware of the sway of her hips as she tried to hold the arousal she felt from covering her legs.

Silver Distraction

They never spoke about that day again. Work had proceeded as if nothing had ever happened. The periodic look flashed her way rosed her cheeks every single time. Christie struggled to push the memories out as her womanhood buzzed for Andrew.

Their friendship had remained professional. They rarely met for lunch to discuss matters of the company. A few times, Christie would tease Andrew about who he would rather want to have as a Secret Santa only to have the eyes of his drill a hole into her soul and leave a token of memory about their shoe shopping moment. Of course, this would blush Christie to no end.

Ever thankful that Andrew was super discrete, she now needed to have a clear answer. With Kate experiencing traces of deep pure attraction for Andrew, there was no way he was not aware of the development.

The Meeting after the Coffee fueled meeting

Leaving the conference room last was not a problem. Finding a good cover to cause Andrew to stall and wait was not easy. The man moved with purpose at work. Thankfully, Christie had the perfect guy in her friend zone list who would do anything for her. She signaled to him to discretely create a diversion.