I always thought my boss was hot. She was hard to describe because she was so tall that she was like every hot thing in a woman on a vertical scale.
She was maybe six feet tall. Lean, athletic body. Cute face. A great personality. Fun to be around. 35 years old with long, brown hair she often wore up.
She was older than me and I never thought she gave me a second thought. In any case, I was a newly married man of 26. I loved my job as a software technician. It was the only job I'd ever loved since before this I was a customer service support rep for years and HATED the phone.
I tried to be a good Christian boy. But I'd have these fantasies of going into her office and using any excuse to come over to her, prop her sexy, long legs up on the desk, and help her relax by eating her out until she came on my face.
Just the thought of having those gorgeous legs on either side of me while I pleasured her hole drove me wild! There were times I couldn't leave my desk since my cock was big anyway and when it got hard it was obvious!
Terry made some passes at me after drinking when we all went on our first company outing to an Orthotic and Prosthetic exposition where we would demonstrate our billing software. I ignored them but at home I'd jerk off to not ignoring them! If she only knew!
Looking back now I realized that she was intimidated by me. I was married and seemed committed. And my wife was a scary bitch at times!
One time she said her ex-boyfriend, Ron, hit her for cheating on him and she showed me all the spots where she was bruised. Oh how I wanted to kiss every spot and make them better! She was so damned hot!
There was a rumor flying around that Terry had sucked a guy's cock in order to land a deal. That made me think even higher of her because it showed me that Terry had a nasty, whore side to her!
I often wondered if she ever went home and masturbated to me. Especially when she couldn't keep her eyes off of me after I had trimmed down. I remember that I'd been working out about 6 hours a day during vacation. I'd gotten back my six pack and I wore a tight fitting shirt that day. I always dressed in baggy clothes because I didn't like being looked at. But on that day I dressed like that to make her hot. She looked at me up and down and repeated five times straight: "Oh my God! You're so fucking hot!"
Yes, she had touched herself to me nailing her. I was sure of that and wished I could at least hear her doing it.
I should've taken her right then and there!
But I hesitated for a moment. I was used to her being in charge and me being her employee. But I was a contractor now and I viewed her differently. She was now a hot woman who wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to fuck her!
After a shift late at night she was the only one left. I saw she was tense and told her she needed a massage. She leaned forward on her desk and I started rubbing her down the way I did to every girl I'd fucked.
"Tell me how low I can go. I don't want to touch where I'm not supposed to." I said acting innocently.
She told me she would let me know. So I rubbed all the way down to her firm ass and she didn't complain. She just quietly moaned and said it felt good.
Her breath was hot. I could tell she was turned on. I imagined her nipples hardening, her clit and pussy lips swelling and her hole getting wetter.
Was it my imagination but I could I actually smell her pussy? It smelled really good.
I rubbed my way forward and touched her tits. They weren't D sized like my wife's tits but they were very firm and nice. I found her nipples and pinched them. I knew that the pinching would stimulate her pussy too. "Does that cross the line?" I asked her in my sexy voice right by her ear.
"It doesn't cross it enough!"
