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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Moira was restless, she’d had enough of mindless reports; it had been ages since she’d done something hands on. After the last incident, higher ups decided she couldn’t be trusted. All of this was stressing her out, what if she could never pursue what she really wanted in science?...
Whatever.
She tapped her long fingers on the table, staring at the blank wall, her mind wandering… she liked to let her mind wander, thinking about all sorts of things… possibilities, situations, experiences. However, sometimes her mind would wander to a certain place. You see, there was a new scientist who’d been submitted to the same wing as Moira. The scientist's name?
‘Angela..’ Moira murmured under her breath. She covered her mouth and coughed a little, perhaps embarrassed that she’d said it out loud. Angela. That was her name. For some reason, O’Deorain’s mind would always go to her when she daydreamed. Maybe it was her brilliant blue eyes, or her long blonde hair… or her wide hips and nice ass… wait what?
Moira sat up in her chair, her face dusted with a pink blush, confused on why she had thought such a thing. Well, maybe her ass was pretty big. It’s not like anyone could see her thoughts… So what's the harm in thinking about it?
She was judging herself for thinking of such a young woman in this way, she tried to distract herself from the woman.
These past weeks had been stressful for the doctor, so much fucking paperwork. Doing the same thing, over and over and over. It would be nice if it was anything but paperwork. She needed a break, urgently.
Moira sighed, looking up at the clock. She crossed her legs, then looked down at the papers before her. She’d get all different papers, from patient accident reports, to co-workers personal medical records. They really trusted her alot, not enough to let her experiment, though.
She flicked through the papers, then she saw something. A name she recognised. It read; Angela Ziegler. She shifted in her chair, then read the document, slowly. It was just a report on the type of medication Angela was prescribed. But… this got Moira’s mind wandering, about Angela.. Fuck, she got distracted again. How can the mere mention of Angela’s name make her like this? Make her mind fantasise… about her… about Angela.
This time, Moira didn’t distract herself. She’d had enough of papers and reports, she decided, right there and then, she wanted to just think about Angela, fantasise about her, let her mind go to places she’d always stopped herself before reaching.
The doctor got comfortable in her chair, stretched her long legs out and let her mind drift into a fantasy about Angela. Angela Ziegler.
She thought about touching Angela, touching her boobs, her waist, her… ‘Angela…’ Moira muttered under her breath. ‘Please..’ She leaned her head over the back of the chair, her eyes closed, thinking.
She could feel herself getting wet, between her legs ached to be touched. The AC in her lab had broken a couple days ago and Moira was getting hot, so, decided to unbutton her shirt. As she did so, she imagined Angela unbuttoning it for her, sitting on her lap, looking into her eyes.
Fuck it.
Moira couldn’t wait any longer, she pulled her pants down so they were at her mid thigh, her underwear was soaked. She slid her hand into her underwear and started touching herself. She was so wet, it was unbelievable. Her left hand, working in her underwear and her right, gripping onto the arm of the chair, her sharp nails digging into it.
‘Mmm.. fuck…’ Moira moaned, it felt so good… she wanted it to last forever. Her mind never drifted from Ziegler. She wished Angela was here right now, she wished it were Angela touching her instead. The doctor squirmed in her chair, she couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t handle the pleasure. After all, she hadn’t touched herself in months, so she was very sensitive…
…It was always something a little weird for her, self pleasure, but something was different now. Something had come over her, and she couldn’t control it.
‘Angela.. It feels so good.. Please..’ Moira begged, as if Angela was there. She couldn’t stop her fingers even if she wanted to, she was addicted to the feeling.
Her head tilted with pleasure as she rubbed her clit, it felt so good, her mind was going all fuzzy trying to concentrate on something. She lifted her right hand up to her neck and wrapped it loosely around her neck. Her sharp nails digging in. Moira liked to be choked, it gave her a massive rush. It amplified her pleasure and immersion and it was something she did with her previous sexual partner. As her hand tightened around her neck, she felt the blood rush to her head, her heart started beating fast.
‘Angela…mmph.. fuckk.’ Moira moaned softly, she was trying to control her moans as much as she could, however, somewhat failing. She bit her lip in an attempt to shut herself up.
As she tightened the grip on her neck, Moira could feel the pleasure building up in her; every time she thought about Angela she’d get tingles up her body. This is the best she’d felt in a while… she really needed this.
Her moans filled the lab, she got louder and louder, she was moving her hips and grinding against her fingers. Who knew touching yourself could feel this fucking good?
‘Angela.. I’m so close..’ She moaned out, she was fantasising about Angela touching her, about Angela’s hands being all over her, feeling up her thighs, touching all the places Moira dreamt she would.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
What was that?
‘Moira? Are you okay..? I heard you calling.’ A voice from the door, it was Angela herself. ‘May I come in?’
Shit shit shit. She quickly pulled her pants up and wiped her hand ‘W-wait Angela, don’t come in just yet!’ Moira said, panicking, she was covered in sweat, out of breath, her hair was messed up and her face was a bright red colour.
‘Is everything okay in there, doctor?’ Angela questioned, slightly concerned. She rested her hand on the door handle.
‘I-I’m okay jus-just wait one second!’ Moira replied, barely.
Why was her voice so shaky? This was unlike her at all, there must be something wrong.
‘Fuck fuck fuck.’ Moira muttered as she went to the sink, splashing her face with water.
‘I’m coming in!’ Angela couldn’t wait any longer, she needed to know what was up, if the doctor was okay. She opened the door to see O’Deorain by the sink, covered in sweat. ‘Oh my! Moira, are you alright?’ She practically sprinted up to her.
‘Angela! I-’ Moira was shaky, she had come so close to cumming, her legs were almost giving out. ‘I’m perfectly okay! J-just hot. You know my AC broke.’ She needed to get Angela to leave, right now. There were scratch marks around her neck from where she had been choking herself, she hoped Angela wouldn’t notice.
‘Sit down! Let me take your temperature, you look awful!’ Angela guided her to the chair Moira had just been sitting on, where she’d just been touching herself.
‘Doctor, I’m f-fine I promise. You can go, I’ll be a-alright.’ Moira said, trying to compose herself and relax. Angela had the right to be worried, Moria never acted out of her stern and composed self. ‘Please..’
Angela raised an eyebrow at the woman. ‘Why do you want me to leave so badly?.. What were you doing, Moira..?’ She knew something was up, Moira never acted in such a way before.
‘I’m jus- just busy is all. You know, all of my.. paperwork… I wasn’t doing anything outside of paperwork..’ Moira looked away from the doctor's suspicious gaze, she nervously shifted on her feet. Oh no, what if Angela figured out what she was doing?
‘Moira, I heard you from down the hall. What’s going on?’ Angela said sternly, she was beginning to piece together what the doctor had been doing; messy hair, red face, sweaty, out of breath. She had heard questionable noises from Moira’s lab from her room, across the hallway. Had Moira been pleasuring herself? At work? ‘Please be honest with me.’
Moira stood in silence for a second, then said ‘Look.. you know I’ve been super stressed lately and I-’ She was so nervous talking to the women she’d just been fantasising about. ‘I thought maybe..-’
‘You were touching yourself, weren’t you, doctor.’ Angela butted in, she knew. The woman stared at Moira, her face was calm. She wasn’t judging Moira, Angela knew how stressful the work could get at times.
Moira, frozen in place. How did she figure it out? Was it that obvious? She looked at the ground, not sure of what to say or do. She was embarrassed.
Ziegler sighed, then looked up at the doctor. ‘Look, if you… need help with that, I’d be happy to assist. I know your work can get stressful, doctor.’ She reached out her hand and took Moira’s, trying to comfort the woman. Angela didn’t like when anyone was suffering, she didn’t like to see anyone in pain or distress. Especially not a colleague.
The doctor was a little unsure of what to say. Moira was so embarrassed and confused, she stared at the ground for a moment, then muttered ‘Yes.. please.’
Angela gave a nod and said ‘Think of it as nothing more than treatment, treatment for your stress.’ She followed the doctor back into her lab and sat her down on the chair. ‘Just relax now, doctor. I’ll make this quick.’
Moira sat up in the chair, unsure of what to do. She’d never done anything like this with another person in years, it felt strange. But this encounter was merely transactional. Nothing more.. even though Moira wished it was so much more.
‘You should take your pants and underwear off, we’re not going to get very far if you’re still fully clothed’ Angela said, confidently. ‘If that’s okay with you’ To be honest, Ziegler was pretty nervous herself, she didn’t want to make a fool of herself, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t experienced in pleasuring women, she is a woman herself and had several girlfriends in the past.
Moira lowered her pants and underwear, not wanting to stall. She was trying to think of something smart to say but her mind was blank. She was nervous as fuck but tried her best not to display so. ‘What are you going to do?’ She eyed the doctor up as she asked, wishing she was naked, wishing she could see what was under her doctor uniform.
Moira, control yourself.
‘Is there anything in particular that helps you get off?’ Angela asked politely.
‘Perhaps… if you were to tie my hands behind my back.’ The doctor responded, she acted as if she was unphased, however she was putting on a front and not very well at that.
‘May I use your tie?’ It was still hanging around the doctor's neck, despite her unbuttoned shirt. Moira nodded and Angela slid it from her neck and used it to tie her hands behind the chair. It was a pretty tight knot, she wanted to make sure Moira couldn’t get out of it. She stepped back to admire her handy work then continued with the doctor.
‘Do you have any lubricants? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when I touch you.’
‘I.. have some in my desk drawer.’ She said hesitantly
Angela swiftly moved to Moira’s desk, rummaging through it. She found the lube, along with some other questionable things, but chose to ignore them. ‘Now, let’s begin.’
Angela kneeled in front of the doctor, from her lab coat she pulled a pair of gloves and put them on. She shuffled closer toward the nervous doctor and then asked her to ‘Please open your legs, I don’t think I’ll be able to help if you keep your legs shut that tight’
‘Oh- right.’ She opened her legs up a little, she looked down toward her chest so the doctor couldn’t see how red her face had gotten.
‘Wow, you’re already quite wet.’ Moira blushed and looked away from Ziegler as she spoke. ‘Now, just tell me if it gets too much, okay? I’ll stop.’ And with that, she applied some lubricant to her fingers and lowered her hand between the doctor’s legs, touching her lightly. She rubbed her clit slowly, circling. Moira almost gasped from the sensation, holy shit it felt good.
‘..nghh.. fuck’ Moira squirmed at the feeling, it felt better than doing it herself, wayyy better. Her tied hands shifted behind her back, she wished she could touch the doctor.
Well, she did request to have her hands tied herself, so it was her fault for this.
Even though Angela didn’t seem like the ‘dominant’ or ‘top’ type, she loved being in control of her sexual partner. She loved seeing the fear in their eyes, knowing what Angela was capable of. But this wasn’t a sexual partner, this was a very professional situation, merely
helping a co-worker out. But for some reason, she felt so nervous about it.
‘Does it feel nice, doctor?’
‘Really- really nice. Please don’t stop, Angela’ She was in pure bliss.
Moira’s hips jerked back and forth from the sensation, why did it feel so good? She never wanted the feeling to stop. She looked at the doctor, patiently rubbing her clit, this is what she’d fantasised about, all coming true.
Angela stayed persistent and calm, kept gently rubbing, even though inside she was freaking out and quite nervous. She had to admit, Moira was quite attractive to her, especially in this way. All exposed and vulnerable for her, she was getting quite turned on at the sound of Moira’s soft moans and erotic movements... she could feel how hot and red her face was getting.
Angela lifted her left hand and started gently caressing Moira’s inner thigh, her right still working away. She could hear Moira’s moans getting louder and more breathy, was she close already?
‘Angela- fuck’ Moira moaned out, she was intoxicated by Ziegler’s touch. ‘Please… choke me’ She was shameless.
Angela hesitated for a second, but she wanted to help Moira in any way she could, so she got up and slid her left hand loosely around the scientist's neck. ‘Is this okay?’ She didn’t want to go too hard on Moira.
‘Yes, that’s good.’
Moira and Angela were eye level, Ziegler could feel Moira’s hot breath on her face. She wanted nothing more but to kiss Moira at that moment. She stood, staring into her eyes, hand around the woman's neck, before Moira interrupted.
‘Are you alright, Angela?’
‘I’m alright, I.. Let’s continue.’ Angela was feeling flustered and for a good reason. Now she was face to face with Moira, she could see all her facial expressions. See how she reacted to every movement of her fingers. She slid her hand back down, between Moira’s legs and resumed.
‘Shit-’ If Moira could have covered her mouth she would have. She could feel the blood rushing to her head as Angela tightened the grip around her neck, she loved the feeling so much. She closed her eyes tight, she didn’t want to see Angela staring back at her, she was too embarrassed.
Moira was getting really close and Angela could tell. She was squirming around alot, as if the sensation was becoming too much for her to handle.
Angela took her hand off the woman's neck and lifted it to her chin, tilting her face down so she was forced to look at Angela. ‘Are you close, Moira?’
Holy fuck
‘Mhm’ Moira couldn’t bring herself to speak, she knew if she tried it would come out shaky and breathy. Angela nodded and began rubbing Moira’s clit a little faster. She was basically whimpering, forced to look at Angela in the eyes as her hand rested firmly on the scientist's cheek.
‘Angela I’m-’ She barely gasped out as she came, tensing every muscle in her body; she let out a moan as a rush of pleasure flowed through her body. Her back tensed up and she tilted her head back. Moira stayed there, panting, her legs stretched out, still riding the wave of pleasure.
Before Moira could say anything else, Angela leaned in and kissed her. As she pulled away, Moira stared at her, confused. ‘What?’ She questioned, unsure of what happened. Angela had just.. kissed her?
‘Well, aren’t you going to thank me?’
‘I…
Thank you, Angela.’
‘For what?’
‘For.. helping me cum’
‘You’re welcome, Moira.’