My Boss's Panties

It had been a while since the server room incident. Nothing had been said or done about it since. There was no outward awkwardness, or signs of regret, and I still had my job. So, I never broached the subject with her. The college kids had moved back to town, so we had increased business. We weren't crazy busy but a nice uptick in sales where I had to worry more about fake IDs than having to worry about enough money in checking for payroll.

I strolled in for my shift ready to get the weekend paperwork done, when my morning person informed me that it looked like we got vandalized last night. The trash can just outside the door was tipped over and trash was all over the parking lot. No actual damage, just extra work for my opener, and she was none too happy about. Neither was I, now I had to look through hours of video to see what happened. Living in medium sized city that also was a big college campus meant that both homeless people and highly hormonal college kids can sometimes be a problem. We weren't downtown so we didn't have nearly the amount of problems other stores had but it still happened.

I pulled some reports from the POS system, grabbed last weeks' timecards. Grabbed a coke out of the cooler and a snack for lunch. Double checked the weekly order to restock the shelves. My morning person had worked at the store for a few decades, never wanted to be a manager, but still took care of ordering, and we shared training new employees. My only reason for double checking the order was to make sure she didn't go over budget. I stepped out back had a quick smoke and made my way upstairs to my office.

I barely had time to organize my paperwork, separate my deposits, and print a few emails, when my direct line rang. Caller ID showed it was my boss, Julie. I answered in my gruffest grabbled voice. Thank you for calling One Stop. This is Julie, how can I disappoint you. She laughed telling me how much she hates when I do that. I told her I would stop when she stops laughing. She was just checking in I told her that for the most part everything was under control, but I would be spending a few hours today checking the CCtv for the potential vandalism this weekend. She said she would be by in a little while.

I plowed through the cashier checkouts, bookkeeping and inventory numbers. Entered last weeks hours for payroll, went a quick break before starting to review last nights video. This could take minutes or hours depending on when the vandalism happened. Even though I could play the video at 4x speed I still had potentially 10 hours of video to watch.

I had been watching the video for about 20 minutes when my boss walked into the office. "Anything?" She asked me. Nah just random people pulling on the door not realizing we are closed, even though all the lights are off. Just further proof that college kids are dumb I chuckled. Julie came over and leaned over my desk. Her tennis skirt showing her great butt and lifting to show off the tops of her thighs. She saw sneak a peak and smirked. For only being a year or so from 50 she had a body that put most 30 years old to shame.

She pushed my chair back a bit and decided that my lap was a better place than the end of my desk. I smiled wondering where this was going. I moved my head so I could continue to watch the video. My nose near her ear I could smell the perfume on her neck, I inhaled her scent slowly. Then slowly whispered in her ear while exhaling that she smelled great. She changed position so that her legs were spread as she sat akimbo in my lap. Causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. I began to slowly run my hands up and down her legs. They were well muscled from her 5-mile run every morning but not so much that they were hulking. I could feel her muscles tense and release to my touch. I could tell she was starting to get turned on, and I know she could feel that I was too.

The only thing harder than me at that moment was still trying to pay attention to the video from the night before. As my hands glided down her outer thighs, my hands made a detour when I get to her knees and started paying attention to the tops of her legs. We were both enjoying the building of tension. I never let my hands go further up than then hem of her skirts each slow pass of my hands and fingers working past the hem I could feel her legs open wider causing the hem to ride up just a little more with each pass. What a little cheat I thought to myself. As the hem continued to move I realized she was wearing a tennis skort the kind with built in shorts. I let me fingers curl under the hem moving from the outside in I was now stroking the tops of her inner thighs. Another musky scent was now in my nose, which also smelled great.

Just as things were really heating up between us we noticed a group of young men gathering in front of the store. It was a four AM fraternity march. I could tell the older looking boys were all were t-shirts with Greek letters and the younger ones had blindfolds on. It wasn't really hazing because each pledge had a conductor, but their frat house was almost two miles away. Guess it was a trust building exercise. Then they made the pledges get into a pyramid formation still blindfolded. I guess this was team work building too. They held the formation for nearly three minutes before it fell apart in a crash taking out our trash can with it. The kids in the video laughed, we laughed, and the raccoons got a free meal that night. I unfortunately had to get and find my call sheet of alumni members of the frats and sororities. We use the call sheet rather than complain to the university and keep the frats from getting into trouble over little things.

"Hey Mike its me from One stop we had some of your boys out here doing trust exercises last night and the made a bit of a mess in the parking lot."

"No nothing serious they tipped over a trash can and animals got into it"

"No we don't need to go that far, how about they come out at 6pm the next couple of Mondays and clean the parking lot."

"Alright sounds good, no problem I knew you would take care of it."

Putting the call sheet back Julie said let's take some screen shots just in case she kicked the chair out of the way and bent over the desk in from of my keyboard. This time swaying her hips back and forth, telling me what to do without saying a word. I got behind her slowly pressing my body against her, I didn't take much to get me back to a hard state. I reached under her untying the string on her skirt, with a gruff tug letting it fall to the floor. I had been going commando so the only thing between us was a pair of basketball shorts and some very thin satin panties. I started slowly dry humping her directing my hardon down sliding it up a down her butt my tip poking between her legs.

I was relentlessly slow, delighting in the friction between her panties and my shorts, I was in no hurry to finish. Her rocking started to increase, and I could tell she wanted more than I was ready to give her at the moment, so I reached around and slowly started to play with her. Letting my fingers trace around her now puffy mound. Then after teasing her for almost too long my fingertips found their target. I could hear a small grunt come from her. I lightly rubbed in small circles, just enough to bring her to the next level but not enough to finish. Last time she was in charge, this time she would march to the beat of my drum. Her satin panties were now slick, she was so wet.

I wanted to feel that wetness for myself, I started to slip my fingers down the waistline of her panties. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers back out she. I guess there was a line she didn't want to cross. The line between play and truly cheating. She used her hand to direct mine to where she wanted it to be, she wanted to be pleasured and adored but no direct contact. Our hands working as a team it wasn't long till she was seeing stars, and I wasn't letting up this time, she quickly had a smaller orgasm. That was two, I increased my pace, and I could feel her legs start to quiver, she clenched her jaw and let out a low guttural moan. Finally, I let up, I pulled the chair back to the desk sat down and pulled her into my lap, her mind wasn't back yet, so I slowly kissed the back of her neck while I wrapped my arms around her waist. When she came back down to earth, she could feel that I was still hard, she pulled down my shorts not expecting me to only be wearing shorts.

She stared at it for a moment, neither over nor underwhelmed by it. Nearly seven inches and thick it was a porn star dick but nothing to be ashamed of. I could see the wheels in her head spinning, was this going to be taking too far past where her arbitrary line was, but that same look of determination I saw last time quickly came back to her eyes. She took off her t-shirt and she was wearing a satin bustier same satin white has her panties. It was sexy lingerie but also no nonsense, it matched her personality and aesthetic. She grabbed at the base of my manhood. Using her hand to control where it was, she pushed it forward and ran a finger from the base up to the tip holding it in place she started to glide back and forth she was still slick from moments ago and I could feel her lips on both sides of me. It was absolute bliss. I didn't mind she was in charge again if it could feel this good.

I ran my hands up her bustier feeling the delicate seams up her satin clad sides, till I got to the underwire of her breasts, a nice b-cup, still surprisingly firm for her age. But then I found something I was surprised by. Both her nipples were pierced. I flicked her nipple through the satin bustier, this caused her to involuntarily buck hips while she slid. Her nipples becoming hard little erasers now poking through the satin. I gave both a pinch and she bucked again. I pulled her closer to me nibbling on one while lightly tugging on the other, the sliding turning into rhythmic bucking. I alternated between the two giving the little barbells a twist with my tongue the bucking increasing.

She leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder as she came again, this caused me to start bucking. She got up off my lap, stood behind me, and again wrapped her hand around me. The change in sensation brought me back to my senses just a little a bit. I watched as her hand deftly move up and down as stroked me. My head turning from red to a deep purple, she could feel the pulsing as I was about to cum. She bit my earlobe this time just hard enough that I came all over her hand. Without saying a word she reached down, picked up her skirt and went into the small washroom in the office. I reached into my desk and used some wipes to clean up. I took my trash out destroying "the evidence" had a smoke and tried to get my head right.

Coming back inside I told my morning person it was just a fraternity stunt and one of the advisors would have them over the next couple of Mondays to make the parking lot spotless. She laughed knowing that sometimes the adults that advise the fraternities deal harsh punishments. We chatted for a moment before I went back upstairs. Julie was coming down the stairs and when she got to the second to last step she was almost as tall as me. She looked around really quick, gave me a kiss on the cheek, while touching my neck and said she would see me later in the week. The kiss took me by surprise, while it was nice it was also more romantic than I was expecting. When I got back to my office, I had two more surprises waiting for me. The first where her satin panties folded on my chair. The next was the printout of an amazon receipt for some very expensive silk boxers and written in pen. Next time wear underwear.