The boss called me into her office. There were two things wrong with that: as a newbie on the team she had never once called me into her office, and it was late and I was eager to leave.
I knocked and waited, looking at the floor and impatiently hopping from one foot to the other. My hand dashed for the door handle when I heard the words come.
I entered her office and stood looking at the back of her leather chair that completely covered her body except for the bun of blonde hair that poked slightly above it.
I looked around the room for a possible chair that I would be directed to. I was nervous and uncertain as to why I was called into the office in the first place but I waited patiently for her to address me.
In all fairness, any dealings I had had with her were courteous and she treated everyone fairly. I predicted that the theory would hold for me too.
Her voice suddenly boomed from behind the chair.
“How long have you been with us, Richard?” she asked.
“A… A… About three months,” I finally pushed the words out of my mouth. I presumed that she was reading some file on me but only she knew the reason I was there. My mouth started to dry out and I swallowed hard. It was disconcerting that I couldn’t see her face and hence determine what kind of mood she was in.
Deep down, I hoped this would not be my first and last time in her office and hoped that I was to be congratulated on the work I had put in recently.
From my vantage point, I could see her black heels extend from the chair and I guessed she was about to spin around on it and tell me why I was called in to see her. I prepared myself for the speech.
The chair turned around slowly and as it did, she pulled her feet together to perch them on the edge of the leather seat. Her head was lowered and she looked out of the top of her eyelids at me.
The shock on my face must have been a picture. I swallowed hard. She pursed her lips and allowed me time to come to terms with the sight before me. I probably could never explain, in words, how she looked and I didn’t know where I should put my eyes. They were well and truly confused.
I shall start by saying that her blue eyes pierced into mine; around her neck was placed a delicate necklace and her face was framed by strands of golden hair. She looked down at her posture and moved her feet apart slowly. Her hand came up to her neck and the pout was still prominent on her lips.
I was visibly shaking. Not scared, but for once in my life, I was totally unsure how to play this scenario. I think I put my hands in my pocket momentarily so that she wouldn’t see my predicament. But my eyes were not lying. Her shoulders were bare and her skin flawless; yes, I mean a lot of her skin was flawless. The straps of the black basque were pushed off her shoulders and her breasts were full and overflowing the front of it. Her legs splayed sideways and her smooth pussy was staring me out like a seasoned poker player. Her slit was pink and fresh.
Recently stroked I would say, no doubt while I waited outside her office. Her fingers played on her folds and the hand that cradled her neck finally caressed her voluptuous breasts. They looked gorgeous and I would give her an eleven out of ten for the way they looked at that precise moment.
I had always dreamed of being seduced in this way but thought it would never happen. Not to me. Not in real life.
She never said a word, just looked at me and assessed my reaction to her gorgeous body which was getting more and more obvious with every passing moment. I couldn’t stop the bulge in my pants from being obvious and I could tell that she saw that and reacted to it by stroking her slit with her rose-red fingernails.
The reason I kept quiet was that I didn’t know what she wanted, though it was becoming more obvious as time went by. In all honesty, one of my brains wanted to dive right in there and devour her but I didn’t think that was her game plan. The other brain stopped me, the thought of my wife, our relationship, the support she had given me over the years. I loved her. I couldn’t…
But the figure before me pushed my lust buttons – all of them, all at the same time. If erotica could be summed up in one vision – she was it.
It was hard for me to look her in the eyes when she spoke because there was so much more focusing my attention. I don’t think she would have wanted it any other way, to be honest.
“I have always rewarded good work in this department,” she said, “and you have worked remarkably well since you started with us.”
Her eyes glanced all over my body as she spoke. Not concentrating on any one thing in particular. Her words, ‘rewarded good work,’ resonated and bounced around like an echo in my mind. I stared at her a little too much. This wasn’t happening, not to me.
“Thank you,” I eventually replied. Any longer sentence would have come out all wrong and probably squeaky.
She smiled then opened her legs wider but keeping her heels together on the edge of the chair. Both of her hands now caressed her breasts. She looked up at me.
“I think you want to – don’t you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t help myself. I just nodded and licked my lips. I watched her nipples stiffen under her touch. But all the while she looked like butter wouldn’t melt. I felt like a voyeur watching some sixties porn. I wanted to tell her that I was a happily married man but I think she already knew that.
“Why don’t you come here and eat it.” Her index finger pointed to the top of her slit.
Her choice of words exploded in my head. She could see the dilemma written all over my face.
“It’s nice and wet already,” she added. Her head twisted slightly to one side as she gazed at me, smiling.
I could see that it was nice and wet; I didn’t need to be told. I could see that it would benefit from having my lips on it. I could see that. More so though, I wanted to lick her breasts. They were just so succulent, like ripened nectarines.
She shifted slightly forward on the seat. Her wet slit getting closer to the edge. I sensed that every movement was choreographed to entice me.
“There is that better for you.”
I nodded once more, moved forward and without realising it, started to kneel.
“First things first,” she interrupted my move, her finger wiggling in front of her face.
“Take your cock out of your trousers but keep your clothes on.” Her request made me squirm inside. She was so sexy and she acted the part perfectly. Everything she did and said oozed erotica.
I unzipped my trousers, scooped my pants to one side, struggled but managed to pull my fully erect penis from the confines of my trousers. By the time I let it go, it was erect and pointing upwards. The foreskin had already started to peel backwards. I grasped it the once and yanked on it to give it the freedom it required. It felt strange standing there with my cock to attention while fully clothed. My pink cock burgeoning from the tiny hole in my black trousers.
It was the first smile that I saw cross her face. She looked into my eyes, though mine were focused on her juicy slit.
“Come here, big boy, get your tongue on this,” she told me.
She pushed her body back into the leather chair and extended her hips forward. I knelt on the floor in front of her waiting chalice. I pushed my chin over the bridge formed by her high heels and let it rest on the chair. My tongue extended and I started at the bottom and licked all the way upwards until the flat of my tongue scraped over her extended clit.