Since this is the first story I am posting here, perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I'm about 5'4'', 22 years old, I have dark auburn hair that hits me in the middle of my shoulder blades and I also have big hazel eyes. My lips are very plump and pouty, which I think makes my face attractive and my bra size happens to be a 36E – yes, my boobs are pretty big but I assure you its all natural. Now that you know me, let me start telling you what happened on my co-worker's wedding...
Pamela has been my co-worker for a couple of years now and we became very good friends. She had been engaged for 5 years when finally decided to get married to John – of course I was invited and attended the wedding. It was a lovely religious ceremony followed by a reception that included dinner. While everybody was getting to the reception, drinks were being served and everybody was mingling. I happened to spot my boss on the corner and I stopped by to say hi since I felt it would be extremely impolite of me not to do so.
My boss is a very handsome, not too tall, African American man. He's about 30 years old and tends to always look very serious; today was no exception. What nobody knew about my boss, Eric Danna, was that apparently he had a crush on me – he had emailed me a few times, saying that he though I was pretty and flirting generally. I always took that lightly, as a joke, a laughed or giggled. When we were alone, either on meeting rooms or happened to bump into each other in the corridors, we would flirt somewhat but it never went further than that; a couple of winks and almost innocent words.
Today, when I was saying hi and trying to be polite I noticed a couple of other guys looking at me and when I left my boss and went to the bar to get myself a drink, one of them followed and started a conversation. He was being nice and friendly but went away for a few minutes. Another guy approached me and then another. I didn't know what was going on, but I guess some desperate singles do go to weddings. Meanwhile, my boss came up to me and said:
"Would you mind coming with me? I need to tell you something."
I did so and he leaded me to a little dark corner, past the bathrooms, almost in the entrance to the kitchen. Nobody would see us there, not the guests that were in the dining room and not the staff that was coming out of the kitchen. He put me against the wall, entrapping me with both his arms, hands firmly pressed against the wall at shoulder level.
"You see, I'm not enjoying this game you're playing" – he said to me, in a very cocky, yet serious way.
There was a sort of click in my brain and I instantly knew what he was talking about.
