Authors Notes: Finally got round to putting the second chapter up and once again i hope you enjoy. Please review as it really helps to get to know what you guys are wanting!
Chapter 2 - Awkward Consequences (Part one)
Layton was in shock. He didn't expect her to come in today as official weather warnings were spread throughout the city. He certainly didn't expect to find her stripping off in his office. He felt his cheeks burning as the image of her curvaceous body filled his mind. No, he couldn't have thoughts like these, not towards his assistant at any rate. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't rid her from his mind. He strode down corridor after corridor uncertain of where to go. Never had he imagined a puzzle he couldn't work out. She really was a puzzle.
Emmy quickly pulled the shirt over her head and pulled the spare trousers on. She felt strange, almost like she was glad he had walked in, yeah it had been awkward as hell but she couldn't help but relive the feeling she got when he swept her eyes over her. Did she find this a turn on? Yes she supposed she did. This thought disturbed her they, were colleagues and knowing that he has this effect on her would make working with him harder. Was he having the same thoughts? This made he smile as she imagined him struggling to process the mad turn of events. She felt herself stirring at these thoughts and wondered if he had felt the same stirring sensation he caused her inside? She realised she could faintly smell his scent on the borrowed shirt she was now wearing and taking a breath through the soft material she couldn't help but let her mind wonder to him.
He found himself standing in the middle of the lecture hall he usually used with his students. The silence stretched across the hundred or so seats and desks making it difficult to ignore the racing images in his mind. He needed a distraction before he turned himself on. Looking around him he tried to fixate on anything. The pile of text books, the papers strewn across the desk, the show case with a huge selection of different fossils, and ancient pottery which had been collected over the years. His mind focused on each of these before images of Emmy forced themselves before his eyes. He was running out of distractions, what power she held over him. He saw a heavy book on the mahogany desks and wondered over to it. Maybe his passion for his profession would create a sufficient distraction. Flicking through the heavy archaeology book on the desk he tried to focus his mind on anything but Emmy. He began to imagine what her skin felt like, what her scent was like, even what noises she made in pleasure. After a while he found resistance was futile and let his mind create images of Emmy. Before long he felt himself growing as he lingered on an image his mind had conjured of her wearing sexy underwear. His trousers felt restrictive but he was reluctant to do anything about it . . . at first anyway.
Emmy noticed the rain had stopped and decided this was her chance to leave before he came back. She bundled her wet clothing up and placed it in a spare carrier bag. She opened the office door and glanced in both directions. Why was she worried about running into him? Guessing it was a mixture of confusion and uncertainty about the whole situation. Emmy began to head in the direction of the main doors walking through the long corridors. She wondered where the professor had gone; maybe he went home too? Or maybe he shut himself up somewhere else. As she walked past of on the lecture halls she heard a muffled groan through the closed door. He wasn't . . . doing that was he? She felt her cheeks redden as the blood flooded her face; her mind flew straight to the thought of the professor pleasuring himself to her image.
Sat at the desk Layton couldn't help but touch himself. He undid his restricting trousers exposing his twitching member. Running his finger up and down the shaft he leaned back feeling the small surges of his self-indulgence wash through him. He could only take a few moments of this before his need for more became over powering. Curling his fingers round his thick shaft, he let his head rest on the back of the desk chair, closing her eyes. He began to run his fist up and down in a slow pace letting the sensation run over him. Letting out a soft gasp he begun to lose himself. He letting his mind allow images to reign free, fuelling his erection. At first he just stroked it gently feeling the small waves of pleasure run through him. He began to pick up the pace. His strong hands clasped firmly around his throbbing member making powerful pumps up and down, up and down whilst gasps and moans escaped his lips. Feeling his back muscles beginning to tense, he let the ever intensifying waves of pleasure wash away his guilt of his actions. It wasn't long before he felt the tension build up and his moans grew louder as he felt his release draw nearer. His fist pumped harder feeling more of his muscles tense up. His breath came in raspy gasps with strained moans which followed. With a loud groan his back arched and he came feeling his release spread throughout his body in a feeling of ecstasy. His heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest and his breathing was erratic. Layton stayed leaned back in his chair allowing his breathing and heart rate slowly return back to normal. How had he allowed himself to do this? He felt guilt wash over him as he thought of Emmy. What would she think of him if she knew what he had done?
She found she was unable to move away fixed to the spot by the groans coming from within the hall. The rhythmic gasps and moans echoed in her mind turning her on as much as she had apparently turned him on. She stood wide eyed listening to the rhythmic grunts and moans from within the lecture hall. She felt herself becoming wet and he knees began to tremble. She feared they would buckle sending her crashing either to the floor or even worse into the door. That loud moan which led to silence made Emmy begin to tremble more with longing. She didn't know she could have that effect on him. Realising that what had just occurred was ungentle-manly turned her on more. Knowing he had his hidden sexual side made her realise she wanted him. But before she made her move on him she wanted to please herself like he had pleased himself. She gathered her thoughts and quietly moved down the corridor towards the main foyer and out into the grey skied London.