I am so lucky to have the opportunity to work alongside the love of my life. Every day I walk through the doors straight to him. Take my seat behind him, ready for another tempting day with anything but our actual work on my mind. Some days we meet before work which makes us both giggle as we say good morning for the second time, unbeknownst to the other employees.
But you are in fact more than just an employee, you are my boss. My married with children boss. There is something so hot about you being the boss both inside and outside of the bedroom. It turns me on just the thought of you sitting only two feet behind me, hearing me and sensing my every move but neither of us being able to do anything about it. So much friction, undeniable tension.
You are wearing blue today. It makes your dark features pop. Button-up shirt, chest hair leaping from the top, with grey dress pants. I like this look, the oh so official and administrative side of you. But I remember last night also when you wore sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt. Casual and free. I love all sides of you.
I don’t change much in appearance for you. I have daisy-duke yellow shorts on with a peach tank top. Lace up to my neck and making no attempt to hide my black bra. You know I can’t concentrate when I wear underwear at all anymore, so I'm au natural down below.
Today you have a fantastic plan to tease me. You are going to take it upon yourself as my boss to teach me a new skill. That way, you can slide your chair next to mine and supervise me all day long. I am absolutely thrilled! What a wonderful idea! I bite my lips thinking of all the teasing touches to come, our hands briefly lingering on each other, knees rubbing under my desk. All that glorious breathtaking friction.
We spend the first few hours of the day barely speaking but touching each other occasionally under my desk. A leg stroke here, a thigh grab there. Each time hearing each other react with loud gasps. What a very long day this will be! By the first break, my knees are weak, and I am parched. We head to your office for a quick drink. Your office with its thick dark blinds that provide so much privacy.
Just as I slide through the door, you are behind me, almost slamming it. your mouth crushes mine and my leg lifts around you, my hands clutch your neck drawing you nearer. The first break is only fifteen minutes. But we always know how to make good use of our time together, as precious as it is. I close my eyes and lean back against the door, using my free hand to lock it. Swiftly, you are on your knees and undoing my shorts. My hands scrape through your intoxicating black and silver hair.
I feel your fingers slide between my legs, slowly gliding from front to back as your mouth leaves kisses on my pubic mound. I feel my nipples harden and rub deliciously against their fabric cage. I spread myself to you, guiding your head with my hands. Your hands grasp my hips and your tongue penetrates me. That thick hot tongue, at first tender but becoming stronger with each little circle and plunge.
My body moves in rhythm with you. Your fingers thrust into me, slow and steady at first, and now hard and fast. I use one of my own hands to pinch my nipple, giving me just the extra level of friction I need. You bite my lips and suck that magical little womanly nub as I come for you. I stifle my moans and bite my tongue.
You stand and grab a Kleenex to clean your face and me. I quickly refasten my shorts and kiss you, tasting the ocean you were diving in. you wrap your arms around me, halfway lifting me and I feel your excitement pressed against my body.
I whisper, “soon love,” and exit the room, leaving you free to regain your composure for a moment before the bell rings.
We sit back down beside each other, breathless and ready for this amazing day to continue. We make small talk of the variety we both hate. The weather. Work. Fake plans for the evening. I stand up to reach something and feel your eyes pouring over me. I stretch my body in such a position as to remind you of the last time you had me in this position. I sense your heat rising. Lunchtime is coming, my love.
Normally for lunch, we sit in your office with friends and chat away but today our co-workers are busy with some type of company planning meeting and we are left to ourselves. We head to your office, but I have a better place. I borrowed a key to the storeroom from a friend and plan on making the most of it. I grab your hand and lead you down the secluded hallway.
I unlock the door and let you in. It's pitch black and will stay that way, far from concerned eyes. I feel my way to you and begin to undo your shirt. Your kisses are so strong, leaving the taste of black coffee, love, and desire in my mouth. Your shirt is off, and I remove mine as well as my bra. Here, in the dark of the storeroom, our bodies rubbing gently against each other, you will have me.