My fiancée’s boss
In the club
I should not have been there. I was sitting in a dark booth in a club on the other side of town. My black mini dress was too short; why did I wear this one?
His hand was on my knee, sliding slowly up my thigh. With every inch crept, my pussy clenched, anxious, anticipating, wanting—no, I should not.
Guiltily, I clamp my thighs shut, trapping his hand an inch from his mark. Nervously, I drink my wine, not knowing what I should do.
With a cocky smirk, he leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Relax, I don’t bite...unless you want me to.”
He nuzzles my neck, sending shivers throughout, and my dampness seeps. His hand under my chin turns me towards him...kiss, gentle but firm, his tongue licking my lips. His tongue pushes in as I give in, my thighs part as his hand reaches its goal, and I sigh.
Fingers rubbing through my pants, kisses, and tongue probing, confused and aroused, I part my legs. He spreads my legs wider as he reaches inside, one finger rubbing my clitoral area as the other slides inside my thong pants. I gasp into his mouth as he enters. In and out, I spread my wetness over my clitoral area, rubbing and repeating the motion, driving me insane.
He leans back, looking at me with his cocky smile, and lowers my strap, uncovering my breast and my nipple. I did not wear a bra, as I did not need one for my perky B-cups. Those nearby were watching, smiling, talking, a phone, a picture; I forgot as his lips closed in on my breast.
With his other hand, he takes mine and places it on his lap. Through his pants, I feel his hardness. I stroke him through his pants and feel them grow longer and thicker. Oh my.
My pussy was throbbing around his fingers. I am so close, so wet. I silently beg for release. Suddenly, he stops and withdraws his lips and his fingers. I focus on his face with a look of pleading. He looks at me with that arrogant smirk, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.
I reach between my thighs with my other hand, and he quickly slaps it away. With his hand that was inside me, he grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him. I can smell my scent, my arousal, and my heat.
He looks into my eyes with his vivid blue eyes—intense, focused, and demanding. Those eyes that looked into my soul the first time I met him and that arrogant smile. Eyes, which undressed me from head to toe the first time I shook his hand. And that smile and those eyes mesmerized me, and I knew exactly what I would do for him. The smile never left his face.
Those blue eyes belonged to my fiancée's boss.
I quivered with desire and weakness; this is what I wanted, wasn’t it?
The BBQ
It was two months ago, at my fiancée’s company BBQ, that I first met him. The BBQ was at my fiancée’s boss’ house. As we entered the huge house, my fiancée, with pride and joy, introduced me to him. His boss, Derek, Derek held my hand a little longer than normal, but I did not notice. All I saw were his piercing blue eyes, which bore into me as he looked me up and down, undressing me. I shivered, but could not stop looking at him.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Jenny," Derek said as he kissed my hand. I blushed.
Out by the pool, some of the employees and their families were enjoying the pool, and we were all spread out. I mingled with some of the women. Olivia, a beautiful blonde about thirty-five, was the wife of Chester, my fiancée's supervisor. Joan was twenty-seven, a cute short blond, and was the wife of my fiancée's colleague, Brian. They were welcoming and fun to talk with, and they quickly made me feel like I was part of the group. Now and then, my fiancée, Jamie, came and checked on me. I told him I was fine and to enjoy himself. But I was not fine.
Something about Derek made such an impression on me that my heart would beat faster whenever he was near. I mingled, but I was always glancing at where he was. I just could not stop looking at him. He was not the most handsome man, but rather average, and had a normal dad body. Jamie told me that he was 52 years old, more than twice my twenty-two years. But there was a presence about him as he walked and talked to the others, something that said he was the boss and that we should all know it. He was friendly to everyone, but it was evident that all respected him and knew that he was the boss.
I could not stop wondering where he was all afternoon.
On three specific occasions, my eyes wandered, wondering where he was, and as I looked over, I saw him staring at me with a knowing smirk. I turned away, blushing. Why am I behaving like a high school girl? Later, when I went to get another drink from the bar, he came up behind me, putting his hand on my lower back.
“How are you enjoying the BBQ?” Derek asked.
“It is wonderful. Ah, you have a lovely house. Do you live here alone?” I stammered.
“Yes, I never married; I am having too much fun to settle down. Would you like a tour of the house?” Derek asked.
My thoughts were all over the place.
"Ah, sure,” was all I could manage to say.
He reached out, took my hand, and led me inside. I took a quick look at Jamie, and he was animatedly talking with his colleagues at the far end of the pool.
Once inside, he led me from room to room, showing me the house and what room we were in. Throughout the whole tour, which could not have been more than twenty minutes or so, he never let go of my hand, and I did not stop him.
Something about his touch excited me. His voice, in baritone, allured me; it was like a dream.
At last, he took me into his bedroom.
"And this is where the real fun happens," Derek stated, staring at me.
I could not believe what he just said. I just stood there, looking at him.
“You should close your mouth, Jenny,” Derek observed.
Derek reached over and, putting his hand under my chin, closed my mouth and continued to lean down and kiss me.
I just stood there, frozen in place.
What is happening? I pulled back awkwardly.
“I need to get back to... the pool.” I managed. But I still stood there, and my hand was still in his.
“Of course, Jenny, we should get back to the others," he said calmly, with a smirk.
Then he drew me closer and kissed me again; this time his tongue entered mine. This time, I kissed him back. His left hand was on my lower back, drawing me closer to him, and with his right hand, he began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipple.
When Derek leaned back and ended the kiss, I wanted more. I was breathless.