The Office : A Harry and Tonks Story

Chapter 2

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She couldn’t help but open her thighs just a little and lean back in her chair, pushing her hips into his hand. She felt herself becoming wet. She slowly reached up and started to squeeze her nipples with her fingers through her robes, when a pretty blonde woman, Alison, her personal assistant walked in.

“I’ve finished up the statements for tomorrow, I’ve also finished typing the transcript you asked for a few days ago and . . . . um . . . Tonks? . . . . . . Tonks . . ?”

Allison had become Tonk’s secretary a few weeks back, transferred from the Department of Muggle Affair’s for reasons which she seemed to not want to talk about. She was what most people call pretty in a conventional way, only about five and a quarter feet tall, she was quite slim with a hint of womanly hips. She wouldn’t attract the majority of the male attention like Tonks did, but when you look at her, really look at her, that’s when you see how pretty she is. Not only was she good at her job, she was a hard worker from start to finish, always being the first one to get there and the last one to leave, and even though the increased Death Eater activity probably doubled her workload,she always managed to get her work done earlier than she needed to and had rarely let Tonks down since she started working for her. But most all it was her inner beauty that made her shine, she was that shy but sweet type of girl, someone you can’t help but like, someone you know who would always be your friend. Amongst other things, this was what Tonks liked about Allison, she always seemed to be happy, had a smile that was infectious, and it always lifted her mood when she saw Allison, particularly after those tiring and miserable days when she felt like quitting her job. It was nice to see a friendly face. And it didn't hurt that she was sometimes presented with a nice view of her, those conventional robes hung loosely on her slender frame, and whenever she bent over the desk to reach for somthing . . . . . well . . . . it was very revealing, and those bra-less days often had Tonks wondering just how supple they were . . . . .

Tonks was looking back at her, but she seemed to be concentrating on something else, no, it was more like she wasn’t concentrating on anything at all, her light brown eyes were glazed over and she seemed to be massaging her chest, maybe she got hit by a spell? Allison thought, she often came back from the raids with aching muscles and bruised limbs, but the young blonde quickly scrapped the idea when her eyes drifted over to the other side of her chest where she could see the tip of her breast, the large enticing nipple poking through her tight robes. Allison blushed as she hugged the folders she was holding; it wasn’t the first time that she had walked into her office only to find herself glancing down to those alluring large nipples, it was hard not to notice them. And it was definitely not the first time that she noticed the air in her office drifted with that faint, intoxicating aroma of femininity, it was quite obvious to Allison that Tonks was firmly against the idea of not mixing business with pleasure, and Allison inwardly groaned as she knew her superior’s concentration won’t be at maximum right now. And she couldn’t help but notice a familiar sensation rush through her body when she saw Tonks like this, but that can’t be, she told herself, she didn’t have any sexual feelings for this woman, and no matter how attractive she is, they’re relationship was only on a professional level. That's what she told herself when she was working at the Muggle Affair's department.

“Wh . . . I'm sorry, what did you say . . . ?” Tonks eyes seemed to clear, and she looked up at her assistant and gave her a friendly smile. Her breathing was a little labored but Allison chose to ignore this for now.

“Em . .. . . . .Well I’ve written up the transcripts you asked for, do you want me to go through them now . . . or . . . . . . I could always come back . . . .”

A few moments back, Tonks was reveling at how wonderful Harry’s fingers felt, he knew just how to tease her; just how to push her buttons and it was all she could from letting a moan escape her lips. She was totally at his mercy now and gave into the fact that she was going to let him do what ever he wanted. It was clear where Harry wanted to take this, what he wanted to do to her, so with her free hand, she lifted up her robes a bit and shifted aside her moist knickers, telling him that he can go further, and much to her pleasure, he had proceeded onto to delving his fingers into her femininity very slowly, in and out, letting her enjoy every second of this new and exciting endeavor with her secret lover.

“Er . . No . . . . no . . . . we should go through them now, since we have that press conference tomorrow. . . .” she replied a little breathlessly. She couldn’t help it. They had plenty of time to review the transcripts, but the thought of talking with her attractive personal assistant while Harry was . . . . The thought was appealing . . . no . . . . . . arousing . . . . . She sighed to herself. She was becoming a very bad influence on young Harry.

"OK then . . . . ." Allison hesitantly sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and couldn't force down the blush that was rising in her cheeks when she noticed her superior was still continuing to rub her breast. Tonks noticed where her assistant's eyes travelled and quickly pulled it away, her cheeks flushing red herself as she stammered out,

"I was hit by . . . er . . . an unusual spell by one of the Death Eater's and . . . . well . . . I'm OK now, just a little sore . . . . That's all . . ." Allison gave her shy little look.

"Of course . .. "

Down under, Harry couldn’t hold back his smile. He felt Tonks move her hips into his hand, encouraging him to keep rubbing her, and so with renewed enthusiasm he continued to stimulate her with his fingers, increasing the pressure just a little, rubbing her hardened snub in circles with his thumb, and not before long, he felt her knickers become slightly moist. He didn’t think it would go any further, even Tonks had her boundaries when it came to daring sex-related activities in her office, but much to his surprise, no, shock, he saw one of her hands come down and lift her robes a little. She shifted aside her knickers and held it there, telling him what she wanted.She wanted him to . . . . . she . . . she wanted him to . . . . Harry was having trouble picking up his jaw from off the ground. Tonk’s was a very very bad influence to him, and despite himself, that’s what he loved about her. Besides, it was me that got myself in this situation, not that I’m complaining, he thought himself. Harry’s heart beat faster as he complied with her wishes, his fingers were trembling with anticipation as he slowly slid his fingers into her, pushing them in as far as they could go, not realizing that he had stopped breathing since she had asked him to pleasure her further.

He continued to slide his fingers in and out, when, yet again, he heard the door open, but this time it was a female voice, and he presumed it was her personal assistant, Allison. He heard her ask Tonks if she wanted her to go through something, he didn’t quite catch what she said because his hearing, while his ears were functional, they were partially impaired with the thumping of his own pulse, and his mind was overloading with all kinds of dirty thoughts that he would definitely only allow to be kept between himself and Tonks. He wished Tonks would hurry up and make her leave, but it was not to be. Harry’s arm went limp with disappointment when he heard Tonks say that they should go through the transcripts, he sighed to himself as he started to pull out, but once again, the older women astonished him when she clamped his hand with her thighs. Harry was slowly but surely, approaching the point where he passes out from lack of oxygen.

Allison was having trouble concentrating. Her mind was working furiously as she tried to focus on the objective, or objectives, which were to discuss the issues which needed to be addressed in the transcripts, ignore Tonk’s hand which somehow found itself back to rubbing her large breast, and avoid looking across to her other breast, where her hard nipple was poking through her robes, just asking to be suckled on. Did I just think that? Her mind was playing tricks on her again. She did find Tonks attractive but she told herself that it was not in a sexual way. She was just reacting to the situation like any other straight women would.

She was about 10 minutes into the discussion when she slowly realized that it was probably going to be her doing most of the talking, Tonks was looking at her with what was clearly a feigned expression of interest, nodding every now and again to show that she was listening. She didn't seem to realise just how much her slow, sensual hand movements were distracting her assistant.

Once Allison had gotten into the flow of things, it was becoming easier to concentrate on reading her notes. She wasn’t sure what she felt about all of this, she had never looked at a women this way, but Tonk’s caressing was making her feel something, it felt like nervousness, but it wasn’t the best time to sift through her emotions when all she can hear from the other side of the desk is Tonk’s shallow breathing. But she thought things were looking bright, that soon enough she will be able to step out of this office, take a few relaxing breaths and sort out her own confused feelings, but things suddenly took a drastic turn. She stopped mid-sentence as she watched her superior’s body give a tiny little shudder, she closed eyes for a few second while her hips gently jerked a couple of times, she gripped the armrest tightly with her free hand and continued to squeeze her breast with the other. She seemed to be in her own little world at the moment, especially that hand which was giving her breast quite the attention.

The young blonde was having trouble comprehending what she was seeing. One could give her the benefit of the doubt and assume it was just an aftershock effect from a dark spell or something, but given the glazed look in her eyes, the hand still caressing her chest, the faint aroma in the air, the older women sat in front of her had clearly gone through the physical motion one goes through when one experiences an orgasm. Allison could see that she was putting a lot of effort into concealing her little trip over the edge, but she knew what she saw, she knew where Tonks had just been, and she couldn’t help but like the look of it. She was pretty sure her white cotton knickers were a little damp by now. She didn’t know what to say, apart from ask her the obvious.

“Um . . . . . . . Tonks . . ? Are . . . Are you feeling alright . . . ?” Allison was feeling a little flustered by now, she knew Tonks was feeling more than OK, but she couldn’t pretend to not notice something like this, and she would be more than a little relieved if Tonks asked her to leave so that she could gather her own thoughts. She marveled at how easily Tonks could reach her climax, she only seemed to be leaning back into her chair and massaging her breasts, and she found herself being a little envious of this, it’s not like she could reach down between her thighs to experience the thrill while she was working at her desk. That thought had crossed her mind more often than not and it had become a necessity to take the occasional trip to the ladies bathroom to relieve her of that sexual urge.

“Yes . . . . yes . . . I’m fine . . . . Please continue . . . .” Tonk’s breathing was shallow, and funnily enough that look of pleasure was gone and was now replaced with a look of determination, which, Allison suspected was because of the concentration needed on keeping her composure in front of her assistant. She just didn’t know how to interpret this, was Tonks coming on to her in a weird sort of way? And what’s all that shuffling sound that kept on coming from under the desk?

Allison was near breaking point now, if she was to cross the line with a women, she would want to do it with Tonks, they had become very close despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, but she trusted her, and so with as much courage she could muster, she gave a purposeful glance down at her breasts to try and convey the question she was dying to ask. She was fairly certain how Tonks would be feeling about the situation, she started to notice a while back that Tonks' eyes had a habit of traveling up and down her body during meetings, whether it was consciously or unconsciously, she didn’t know, but it was pretty damn obvious.

They really were nice breasts, Allison thought, they were so lush, so full, and they looked incredibly soft, no wonder some of her female colleague’s took surreptitious glances at them whenever she walked past. A few seconds past while Allison became transfixed with her superior’s ample bosom, she was really taking them in for the first time since she met her, and didn’t realize that her purposeful glance had turned into and outright stare. But the same desired result was met, and a slightly embarrassed Allison slowly looked up at her superior to find her looking back at her with a small smile. Now was the moment of truth for Allison, if anything she would wait for her to make the first move, she definitely wasn’t going to, but her hopes quickly came crashing down when, with an amused smile, Tonk’s looked down at her reports she was holding and gave a little nod to indicate that she should continue.

Almost dying with embarrassment, Allison looked back down at her reports, it was a long shot anyway, she thought to herself, it’s not like she was some stunning women like her superior was, but she did still hold onto a little hope for the future, the signs were definitely there and she wasn’t going to give up that easily. Returning to her professional manner, she carried on with reading her notes, keeping her eyes glued to the words she was reading so she could hurry up and get this over and done with. When she was finally finished with the one-way discussion, she looked back up at Tonks and raised her eyebrows, asking her whether she even had an opinion on what she had just read to her. She clearly didn’t.

“Well . . . . that was a . . . good job, Allison . . . . good job . . . . good work . . . so who transcribed that interrogation anyway?”

“It was a court testimony.” Tonk’s eyes widened with guilt as she gracefully put her foot in her mouth. She reddened slightly and looked down at the table quickly.

“Yes . . . . of course . . . . well, that should do for now . . . . um . . good work . . er. . . . . you’re dismissed . . . . .” Allison refrained from rolling her eyes as she got up and walked towards the door, but her agitation wilted as she looked back over her shoulder and saw Tonks look up at her with an apologetic smile. She let out a small sigh as she turned the door handle and stepped out to the office, stepping back into the real world where Tonks wasn’t coming onto her by rubbing her breast and climaxing in front of her. She thought back to the look on Tonks face when she was coming and admitted defeat. Damn this! She thought, as she looked over towards the ladies bathroom. Back in the office, Tonks consulted Harry and made a quick decision.

After Allison dumped all the transcripts on to her desk, she started to walk towards the bathroom when she heard the office door open.

"Allsion, could I see you for one more second?"

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To be continued . . .