After working under Mrs. Audrey Davis for nearly a year, she invited me to dinner at her home. The invitation came out of no where and was completely shocking. Mrs. Davis had always been a very demanding boss. She insisted upon work free of errors in a prompt manner. I'd failed several times to meet her standards on different projects and wound up being on the receiving end of her verbal, demeaning tirades. While she shouted in my face, I always broke down and cried. The woman scared me at times! So, this invitation to dinner was not an especially welcome surprise. I was actually terrified to spend any time with her after hours.
Mrs. Davis was a tall woman, made even more so by the stiletto heels she wore. She was truly beautiful with a narrow waist, long legs and a butt any swimsuit model would kill for. She had a larger-than-average bust and always left the perfect amount of her cavernous cleavage exposed. She had hard facial features which, while glamorous, made her look angry. Her hair was always perfectly styled without even a trace of gray to be found. She looked half her 48 years.
A few days before I was to join her for dinner, I cautiously approached her and asked what sort of attire I should wear. She grinned a smirky grin and told me it was casual and reiterated the fact that dinner would be served at 7:00pm sharp. Gaining no help from her, I was still at a loss on what I should wear.
When the evening of the dinner invitation arrived, I decided I would wear my nicest khaki's. I'd seen her check out my butt a few times when I wore those. So, I knew she approved of them. Fitting as snugly as they did, the last thing I wanted were visible lines from my underpants. Before stepping into my khaki's, I wiggled into a white, lace thong panty I'd bought specifically for this reason. I wore my favorite white, short sleeved shirt which was cut without tails. It let me wear it without tucking it in. And, when standing, it hung to the top of my khaki's. So, when I sat or stretched, a strip of my pale, hairless midriff would be exposed. That was another area of my body I'd caught Mrs. Davis staring at on several occasions.
Before I slipped into my Fiat 500, I saw my front tire was completely flat. I thought about trying to change it myself, but that thought passed quickly. I wasn't the sort of 23-year old boy who was good with tools. Knowing I could not be late for this dinner, I checked my phone and found several Lyft drivers within a few minutes of my apartment. After picking the closest car, I stood there and waited only a few minutes before a car pulled up for me. The driver and I smiled at each other. Or I should say, I smiled at him while he looked at me from head to toe. When his eyes met mine, I saw the look of lust I'd seen so often in men's eyes.
It was a 35-minute drive, most of which was spent in silence. Aside from being so nervous about the upcoming evening, I had never been fond of making small talk with dirty old men. They were shameless with what they said and it often wound up hurting my feelings.
When we finally arrived at Mrs. Davis's home, I thanked my driver and jumped out of his car. As soon as I'd shut the door, he drove off, leaving me standing before the Davis home. I stood on a circular drive. I immediately recognized Mrs. Davis's black Tesla. She gotten it only a few months before and loved it. Just in front of her car was a big black SUV, which I assumed was Mr. Davis's.
I timidly walked to the massive front doors and rang the bell. I could hear it chime from where I stood. Mrs. Davis opened those two, big doors and welcomed me into her home. She was wearing her signature black stilettos, skin-tight jeans, a sleeveless, pink, silk blouse which was deeply cut and emphasized her chest. Her make-up and hair were absolutely perfect, as usual. She greeted me with a warm smile and thanked me for coming. I was a little shocked that she was being so nice. At the office, she was always so gruff and confrontational. But she was being, normal. It was going to take a little getting used to.
From the entry way with its marble tiled floor and massive stairway curling around the room, she led me through a sitting room, I think. It had fancy couches, chairs, tables, vases and bookshelves. It looked like a room that was rarely used. When we arrived in the dining room, I was surprised how big the table was. It was decorated just as grandly as the rest of the house. The dominant piece of furniture being the table, it had seating for 20!
Mr. Davis walked through an archway and I lost my breath. He was gorgeous! He was well over 6 feet tall, very fit and had a salt-n-pepper 5 o'clock shadow. He had a nearly full head of hair that was more salt than pepper. His piercing blue eyes zeroed in on me like lasers and it felt like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Thank goodness he couldn't, because my thoughts were not at all appropriate for this setting!
He had broad shoulders that filled out his dress shirt perfectly. His biceps were large the muscle definition could be seen through his shirt. And the bulge in his pants was impossible not to stare at. It looked like he had a pair of golf balls and a bratwurst in his pants!
Maybe it was because I'd been single for 6 months and was becoming desperately lonely. Or it could have been the fact that he looked just like the man I'd often fantasied about having as a 'Sugar Daddy'. Whatever the reason, I wanted Mr. Davis bad! But he was my boss's husband. And he was married to Mrs. Davis who was drop-dead gorgeous. There was no way he would ever want me. I was just a skinny, short, feminine boy who worked for his wife.
When Mrs. Davis introduced me to her husband, Xander, my hand wilted in his. Even his name was sexy! Xander softened his grasp when he realized I wasn't a 'firm handshake kind of guy'. He smiled warmly at me and it felt like my knees were melting. I was really, really glad when Mrs. Davis asked me to have a seat. I could feel my modestly sized penis beginning to stiffen under my panties.
Mrs. Davis was sure to have me seated before she sat beside me at the head of the table. She often did things like that for me. She would hold doors open for me at times, guide me around our office with her hand on my lower back and even push in my chair after I'd been seated on a few occasions. I found it very flattering for her to realize I wasn't at all masculine.
Mr. Davis disappeared behind a door and soon came out with two plates. He set one down in front of Mrs. Davis and the other in front of me. While he went back to get his own dish, Mrs. Davis explained that Xander was a trained gourmet chef and had prepared our meal. She explained we'd be eating maple glazed salmon with a pineapple salsa. There were also a few sprigs of asparagus on my plate and a small serving of lemon couscous.
I sat in my chair and waited for Xander to join us. When he did walk back into the room, he set down his plate and sat directly across the table with Mrs. Davis between us. Xander went into more detail on the meal we were about to eat, I listened to every word that came out of his mouth. He had me mesmerized.
When we began eating, I struggled to keep from looking at Xander. We chatted casually while we ate. They asked about my childhood, my education and other silly things. I learned that they'd met in graduate school and had married shortly after receiving their Master's degrees. Mrs. Davis got her degree in Business Analytics. Mr. Davis got his in Sociology. I knew what Mrs. Davis did for living, so Xander spent a little time explaining how he worked for a foundation and was researching different ways to get the country's population to move away from fast food to healthier food choices. I fell deeper in lust with him after every word he spoke.
Eventually the meal came to an end and after I helped Xander move the dishes to the kitchen, he led me back to join Mrs. Davis in the sitting room I'd passed through earlier. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand so badly! Once seated, I was offered a drink. Being a tremendous lightweight, I asked for a glass of water instead. The last thing I needed was to get tipsy in front of my boss and begin flirting with her husband!
