If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that the life I was living was straight out of either a bad country song or a bad soap opera.
Before, my life was pretty good. Not great, mind you, nothing abnormal, nothing I could brag about - but pretty good. I didn't have the greatest job in the world, but I didn't have the greatest skill set in the world either. I worked at a hotel, in the banquet hall, setting up and taking down events. I had a boyfriend with whom I was making plans and what seemed to be a bright future ahead of me.
However, we all hit bumps in the road. It started when my boyfriend, Kevin, got promoted. It wouldn't have been any issue, save for the fact I now worked for him. Not directly, but enough that I was concerned with conflict of interest. It didn't seem like anyone really cared, though. Not even the CEO of our small company.
It wasn't long before Kevin and the higher ups had me promoted into his old position. Again, I'm not complaining - I did the job anyway, and being Kevin's right hand woman in the first place, it made sense. But it also opened up the door for more conflict of interest.
Before too long, I was losing all respect for the job. It was the kind of job nobody takes too seriously - but nonetheless, I wasn't taking it seriously enough. Neither was Kevin. It wasn't long before we were making out in the laundry room or the storage closet. Not long after that, those kisses were going further and further.
I can't forget the day we were the last two people there. We went to check the doors and make sure they were all locked. But then he pulled me into the laundry room again.
His lips tasted like pure honey against mine. I relished every second of those kisses. Quickly, though, his hands went from my waist to my thigh and up the leg of my shorts. His finger probed around, parting my labia and finally finding my clit, which he at first flicked gently.
I have to admit I was not all that comfortable with having sex in the workplace, even though for now we were both clothed. On the other hand, I'm also not one to complain about getting a little bit of attention down there. I let his fingers do what they had to do. He kept going faster and harder. And I melted into his arms, afraid that the security camera would pick up on the noise as I came.
"You like that?" Kevin asked.
"I like that," I half-whispered, half-squeaked. My heart was racing, sweat was dripping from my neck. Between the orgasm and the nerves, I was a shaking mess.
Kevin took my hand and guided it towards his zipper. I wanted to do this badly. It would be pretty hard to get caught as long as we were quiet. Besides, he did it for me and the taboo factor was a big turn on. I was fighting my conscious, the angel on my shoulder reminding me of all the reasons why this was a totally bad idea. On the other hand, I was fast falling victim to the passion of the moment. His free hand slid down my waist again, and in either a moment of clarity or insanity, I unzipped his fly and took a firm hold of him.
