Bathroom

I took a step back since I hadn't expected that look. 

'Why was she looking at me like this though? It's almost like she's angry or something, but why? Shouldn't you be happy that your friend is doing well?'

"E-Emma, I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back!"

I turned to leave through the doors we entered through, but she halted me.

"Stop."

I slowly spun around to face the woman who I called my boss. Her previous look that spelled disaster had vanished, now replaced by a more natural expression.

"Y-yes?"

"You'll be taking the door on your left, today you're with me, remember? You won't leave this room unless it's an emergency or the day ends. Here let me come over and unlock it for you."

'Huh? So that's what that door is supposed to be for? She's had a personal bathroom in her office? I'm really am going to stay in here the whole day then aren't I?'

She strolled over quite close as she dug out a small key ring with half a dozen keys attached. She slowly sifted through each individual key attached to the ring as she stood barricading most of the area for my escape. 

She had simply cornered me and with her being tall and this close to me, my eyes started to gravitate towards a certain couple of protruding mounds for several seconds. I didn't even have enough room to bend down and touch my toes, instead, my face would most probably land between those soft pillows of hers.

The keys jingled and I took a peek at her face to see if she had noticed my gaze only to see her focused expression on the keys she held.

I let out a mental sigh of relief as I thought I was in the clear. But slowly my sights wandered back to what caught my eye earlier and I could feel a bit of movement from down below.

I looked away from that and alternatively stared at the keys in her hands in an attempt to change focus.

But instead of helping me calm down, I could only look at those nice hands of hers. 

'Damn you Emma! Why did you get so close to me!? You even cornered me, I got nowhere to look!

Fuck, you're making me hard! I can't even look at your hands right now without thinking about a goddamn handjob!

Luckily I got a girlfriend a few days ago, but she probably won't do that right? It hasn't even been a week since we started. It took around a month or so before Diana and I started doing those kinds of things.

Then again, I don't really have much of a reference, maybe we were just slow or something. 

I don't want to ask and have her think I'm sex-crazed or anything of that nature though. Maybe I'll do it as a joke later and see how she responds and go off of that. 

Yeah, that's good! 

Well if it's not too bad a response I could always ask her directly and if it is I got my good ole trusty hand. '

Thinking about a decent plan for how to proceed in the future took my mind off of Emma for the time being and she seemed to also find the right key at the moment too.

*Ting* *Cling*

"Ah! here it is! I'm so sorry for the wait Ethan!"

She quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open for me. I walked in and while I did so I think I saw a small smile on her for a split second that seemed to immediately disappear when I took a second look.

"Thanks, Emma!" I said as I closed the door behind me.

I sat down on the toilet and started to think out loud to myself in an attempt to more easily work out my thoughts. My voice wasn't too loud though and was more like a whisper or barely audible mumbles.

"Damn, this is a nice bathroom, but it makes sense thematically with the office.

*Sigh* Why did I want to go here again? Oh yeah, that's right. Damnit, Emma, you cornering me distracted me! I almost forgot because of you!

Tch! Why are you being like this today anyway? Do you even know what you're doing to me?! It's like you want me to act up!

Don't you have a husband? This doesn't feel right to do to a man! But damn if I'm not even a little tempted. 

Hmm, is it possible that she's doing this cause she's drunk? No, no way. She holds her alcohol better than I do and coming to work drunk is just way too unprofessional!

Why did she just ask me about my girlfriend though?

Is she perhaps a little jealous of me? Heheh, that's a little funny, but probably not… Well, I guess I can't really rule it out entirely, but it's still not likely.

Maybe she just likes gossip, but if that's the case why did she make that face at me? I've been seeing a lot of those faces from her today, it's a little… odd.

It would be best if I could avoid that conversation with her in the first place, but if I can't I should think of something to hold her off. Maybe a distraction or something?"

I stopped thinking out loud as hearing my voice was starting to irritate me at the moment. Yet as I thought of alternatives to answering any questions about my girlfriend I somehow changed it to the potential outcome of asking my girlfriend for a handjob, then it somehow made its way back around to Emma outside.

Realizing my thoughts had someone returned to her I stood up to walk to the mirror and stared at myself.

"*Sigh* How the fuck did my thoughts end up back to Emma? 

I could count the number of days I've been with her on one hand, yet I'm already thinking of another woman. Oh my god, am I a scoundrel? Well, they're just thoughts, hopefully, nothing too extreme happens the rest of the day.

I wonder if I just jinxed myself or something by saying that. She probably won't do more though, we still have actual work to do, at least I think.

I'm probably overthinking everything though!"

'Well I can't just go the bathroom for nothing, I might as well piss too.'

I stood in front of the toilet bowl, undid my pants, and did my business. Once I finished I flushed, washed my hands, and after a final breath to calm myself down I walked out.

I looked over at Emma to see that she looked quite focused on what I assumed was work on her computer.

***

(Emma Anderson POV)

I stared with an enamored expression at my computer monitor. It was currently showing a man in a bathroom who was staring at his reflection.

[-I'm probably overthinking everything though!]

'Hehe! I'm so glad I decided on the high-quality microphones. If I bought those terrible ones that I installed in his desk I wouldn't be able to hear much of his mumbles, but I could hear every word he spoke just now!'

When I saw him turn towards the toilet once more I started to get a little excited.

'Yes, Yes, Yes! I'll get to see it for the first time!

I really am stupid for restricting myself all those times before. I had so many chances to see it when he was drunk or even last Friday when I watched him sleep! I wanted it to be some sort of surprise, but what's the point? 

Well, it doesn't matter anymore, I'll just spoil myself a little. Besides if I'm trying to corrupt him I'll see it in the future anyway. A little peek won't hurt and it's not like he'll be at full mast anyway!'

As the sound of his zipper was unzipped and the friction of cloth from his pants moved against each other I slowly started becoming more and more excited.

My breathing was starting to become a bit more haggard and heavy.

My hands wandered around my body before finding a suitable place for them to linger around. My right hand delved down between my legs. With the combination of my middle and ring fingers, they started rubbing my groin through the fabric of my pants.

My left hand ascended my blouse and firmly grasped my right breast. Occasionally, my thumb and index finger even came together to pinch my nipple, causing slight jolts of electricity throughout my body.

Finally, it was time, he pulled down his underwear and it flopped out. 

My eyes focused on what came out and my hands worked harder with this new stimulation in view.

Its current size was decent, but I knew it could get bigger. After all, I've seen him with a boner before and it was incomparable. He was a grower and that, to me, simply meant that it would be a lot easier to spot whether or not he was aroused. However, it doesn't seem that difficult to do so in the first place.

'Heheh, Ethan, you're going to be mine! All mine, just you wait! I can't wait!'

When I came back to my senses I saw that he was already at the entrance and was taking a deep breath. 

I took that little bit of time to adjust myself and change the view on my monitor to some actual work. At that exact moment after I opened a random work document he opened the door and I felt his gaze immediately directed at me.

"I'm back!"

Acting as if I was immersed in my work the entire time I only looked over the moment I heard his voice.

"Hey, have a seat I'll have some work for you to do soon. They should be printed out soon."

I casually lied as I randomly clicked through some work folders to print a few copies of whatever I found.

'Hmm, now what should I bring up? I think his guard might still be up against the girlfriend question so I'll wait later for that one. In fact, should I even do anything out of the ordinary for now? Maybe I should just play into his hopes that it'll be a calm rest of the day for him.

I shouldn't do too much on the first day anyway. Let's just get him used to the environment so sequential requests to be here won't be as bad for him.

I'll just hand him his papers and from there we'll just chat about some random topics perhaps.'

I heard the printer at the edge of the room making its mechanical noises and soon the assortment of documents I decided to print came out one by one.

With the papers in hand, I came by and gave it to Ethan. We looked directly into each other's eyes for a few moments and silently nodded before we each got to work.

'He could hide what he went through in the bathroom quite well huh? I guess I can't say much though as I'm still hiding what I did only a second before he came out.

Heheh, I've confirmed that he's quite attracted to me, or at least my body though. In time he'll love me too, I just know it.

His connection to that new "girlfriend" of his shouldn't be too strong though, and now it's a little proven as well since he could still think of me when, as he said, has just gotten a girlfriend.

It's cute how he tried to rationalize my behavioral change though. He tried to find a reason and he was basically right on target with that jealousy thought, but he second-guessed it. 

For some reason, he brought up that useless husband of mine, though, in the end, it seems I may be on the right track. He even said he was tempted to do so, that's a win in my books!'

..

We worked for several hours and occasionally he would start up some small talk, presumably because he might've thought it was too quiet. I enjoyed every time he spoke up asking questions such as, how's your progress? Or what kind of work do you do?

Finally, it was time for lunch, he brought out what he had packed and I brought a little something as well, but I had something I wanted to do during this time.

I brought my food over and sat opposite him using the table to set up.

I looked over to him and a smile crested my face before I spoke.

"So… Ethan, about this Girlfriend of yours…"