Today is my last day of work. The company is downsizing and I'm being laid off. My manager of many years calls me into her office to complete the final paperwork.
She is a fit blonde in her mid-30's, a true MILF. Today she is wearing tight jeans, tall boots up to her knees, a snug royal blue polo shirt that shows off her perfect 34 C's, and her name tag that says "Tarah". I think that we have had a good relationship with a little flirting back and forth throughout my time here. I always feel the sexual tension whenever we are in the same room.
As it is nearing the end of the day, we make small talk as we complete the required paperwork. "Almost done" she says looking over her sexy glasses at the computer.
"I would like to thank you for the opportunity that you gave me," I say as she continues to type. "You have been the best boss that I have ever had, and I know that we have flirted a little throughout the years..." I take a deep breath and pause. "This is going to sound weird, but... to show my appreciation for all you have done for me here, I would like to offer you an orgasm."
She stops typing, but continues staring at the computer. I can't tell what she's thinking. She pauses, fifteen, maybe twenty seconds. It feels like eternity.
"No sex," I continue. "I will not even remove any clothing. It's all about you." Where did this come from? I cannot believe I just said that.
I have admired and fantasized about this woman since I first saw her. The frustration of losing my job and probably not seeing her again caused me to blurt out this strange offer. Hoping to desperately live out this fantasy.
She turns in her chair towards me to say, "Meet me at the hotel on 7
th
Street in thirty minutes." She has a look of anticipation and a sly smile that I have not seen before.
"See you there," I say as I get up to leave the office.
She goes back to typing. I walk out to my car, leaving the office for the last time and not sure what just happened. I ponder the situation as I walk. I have just left a job that I have had and enjoyed for ten years. There are hundreds of people there that I may never see again, and I just propositioned my former boss. My mind is swirling with thoughts. When I get to my car I get in and drive right over to the hotel on 7
th
Street. It is a nice hotel.
Should I wait or go in? I ponder for a few minutes.
I get out of my car and go in to get a room. "A room with a king size bed please," I say to the attractive woman behind the counter.
We finish all the paperwork, and she hands me the room key and says, "Have a nice stay."
"Thank you, I'm sure I will," I reply smiling. In the elevator I text Tarah, "Room 412."
I enter the room and wait for a reply... there is none. I am getting nervous as I sit at the desk in the plush leather office chair. Still waiting, no text, I get up and grab a small bottle of Fireball from the mini wet bar. I crack the seal and slam it down.
I begin to reminis about a time we were working together bringing boxes down from a high shelf. She was on a ladder an I was catching the boxes as she was handing them down. Seeing that hot ass in tight jeans only inches from my face as she would bend and reach for the next box. I thought she caught me looking a couple of times. She didn't say anything.
When we were done and she was starting to climb down, she slipped on the last step. This caused her to fall back into my arms. Not expecting this, I caught her, but one hand landed on her breast. She lingered in my arms just a moment or two longer than what would be considered normal.
"Thanks" she said as she flashed me a big smile "You can finish up here" and walked away to do something else.
A few minutes later there is a knock at the door. I check the peep hole, and there she is, my former boss, blonde hair up in a pony, moving back and forth as she looks up and down the hall. I open the door, and she steps into the room.
"What are you drinking?" she asks, seeing the bottle on the desk.
"Fireball. There are others over there," I reply, pointing to the mini bar.
I sit back down in the office chair admiring her hot body. She seductively shakes her hips as I continue to watch every movement.
What firm and taught legs. They lead right up to her perfect ass, covered in her tight jeans.
"Like what you see?" she asks.