I saw you first when I worked in that little restaurant you love so much. The one with the white tea-light candles in glass holders, and with ever changing fresh flowers on each table. The napkins folded into fans on crisp white table cloths. And, more importantly, where I was a waitress and saw you bring in endless numbers of pretty girls in short skirts with long, brown, tanned legs. I remember judging each one as the skirts got shorter and the breasts got bigger, while I was a young undeveloped girl, never going to be noticed by a powerful man like you, able to control every situation, and everyone around you though you were only 22 yourself.
You made my head spin so much it was hard for me to work around you. Knowing I was little or nothing to you, other than a serving girl, made it relatively easy to cover my mistakes. Powerful as you are, you were also forgiving, and the countless slip-ups I made...calling you "madam" by accident, and dropping cutlery, tripping up...were all acquiesced with a heart-melting smile. It was too much to handle for an 18-year old fresher.
University was three years of pure sexual discovery, ranging from wild, passionate flings with strong-bodied sports teams, to loving sex session with compassionate art students. Each relationship and each person I slept with gave me more knowledge as to what men liked, what I wanted and how to pleasure myself to maximum effect. All the while I never forgot how your presence had made me feel in that little restaurant back home and on the lonelier nights I revisited the past remembering that cheeky grin and the wanting look that one night.
Between all the sex I had actually worked hard on my course at university and graduated with a first. More than that, I had become a woman during my university years attracting appreciative stares from older men wherever I went. Though it wasn't hard, I'd landed a job as a secretary and I knew just how to dress so I could impress the men I worked with. It was necessary to assert myself sexually to become an equal in the male dominated business world as the only woman in the office.
After a year of flirting with men in the office and generally sailing through my career, the company was taken over by a large conglomerate corporation. There was to be a new management team and many job changes.
I couldn't believe the day you walked into the office with a group of other men and introduced yourself as the new boss. I nearly fell off my chair and the old familiar feeling travelled down to my pussy, re-awakening feelings I had all but forgotten. Sweeping the room with your piercing blue eyes, you settled on the only woman present, me. I felt dizzy with anticipation. I remember very little other than the fact you asked my name and offered me a job as your personal assistant. The contract would be drawn up today and sent home with me to sign effective immediately. It was a shock but after consideration was probably inevitable as I clearly stood out.
I dressed carefully each day in pencil skirts and heels. The higher the better, extending the length of my legs, which I carefully crossed at the ankle, my desk turned towards your door, normally open for communication purposes giving me perfect opportunity to admire your strength and beauty. I found myself looking at you, biting my lip, daydreaming about one day walking in and shutting your door, finally having your hands touch me. The thought gave me a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
The pencil skirt, suspenders, silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the black trim of my bra, each chosen to appear effortlessly sexy. I could see they attracted your gaze from time to time and I made every move carefully, showing just enough leg or walking out of your office with a slight swing of my hips. The conversation between us becomes loaded with sexual tension and each time our fingers brush exchanging files or papers it feels electric.
I get called in for a weekly update. I've dressed in a tight, little pencil skirt, purple silk shirt and blazer, with sweet little stilettos giving a softer edge to the business dress I have to wear. I sit on the edge of the chair opposite you at your desk, my foot brushing your leg slightly as I reposition my feet. This time, although it is noticed by you I is unashamed and I fix you with a challenging stare willing you to make a move.
You don't. Disappointed, I listen to the weekly update and plans for the coming week with my usually efficiency, taking notes.
You finish speaking and I turn to walk from the room but turn at the last moment giving you a longing look, subconsciously stroking the neckline of my blouse, brushing my breasts knowing my nipples are hard underneath and that I'm incredibly turned on. You seem to make no move and don't even lift your head.
I turn away, no words are said but I hear footsteps behind me and suddenly a hand covering each breast from behind. I freeze as you fingers squeeze against my hot breasts. I savour the touch; the sin is amazing. I feel a push into my back, you're hard and the sensation provokes a small moan of pleasure. I know I want you but the idea of this being in work plays on my mind. And yet your confidence reassures me.
I start to get butterflies...we could get caught.
Rubbing your cock against my smooth behind, you smile as my nipples harden even more under your touch. I notice you slowly start to undo my buttons on my blouse...opening the first, the next, gently to the last then slipping one hand towards my breast, pinching my hard perfect nipple. With a rush of desire I turn to face you, flushed, biting my lip. I guide you other hand to the hem of my skirt, brushing it up the inside of my stockings towards the silk and lace of my soaking knickers.
I pull away, suddenly conscious that this is inappropriate, though I know I really don't want to stop. Our eyes meet and the passion is undeniable. You grab my hand and pull me so our faces are inches apart and you whisper softly in my ear..."nobody will ever know". That tips me over the edge and I push my lips to yours. You respond with such force I stumble backwards but you wrap one strong arm around my waist to steady me. I feel one gentle finger tracing the edge of my underwear...i want you to touch me, I want you to taste me, make me moan, make me come.
I undo the zip of my skirt letting it fall to the ground and brush the blouse from my shoulders. I stand adorned in black lace, the knickers gleaming from how wet I am. Your mouth falls open slightly in delight as your hand traces down my hot thighs and stockings, running down my smooth legs to my stilettos. As you start kissing me down my body and across the top of my thighs, grabbing my bum to feel the burning heat from my core, I let out a sigh of pleasure. You pull down my soaking knickers looking up at me but my eyes are closed and my head has fallen back in ecstasy. You slide them down past my ankles and run your hands back up over my thighs feeling my body tremble at your touch.
