I've found my boss highly attractive since the day I first met him.
I remember walking in to the main office. Standing nervously... Never having met him before. I was starting today, my first day of a work trial at a furniture store.
After being told I can go in and see him. I walked down the long hallway to his office and remember someone standing in front of me talking to him. As I got my first glimpse at the man who had the power to say I could stay or send me home. That moment of leaning to look around the person in front of me and see first-hand what my boss looked like will always be with me.
I wasn't expecting someone of his looks. I looked straight at his eyes, dark green. Tracing down to his lips. Oh god. He was 6'2, built stature. His strong, confident and powerful appearance he put off ticked every box and I had lost myself in a daze due to them. He had that mean look about him. A very serious man. Not that I was complaining.
But then he let out a smile and welcomed me in the room. Snapping me out of the daze I was in and putting me into instant nervousness for the fact I'd just met him and I was already turned on. I remember thinking... Oh god. This is going to be hard, even before I was sat down and told about the roles I'd play in the business.
To be honest, I can't remember much of the conversation. His looks sucked up any hope of me being able to concentrate and the firm tone coming from his mouth still gives me chills.
This man could raise his voice at me any day and my legs would give way in a heartbeat.
He got up to show me around the furniture workshop. Told me that I will be learning hands on in cabinet making with the company. Working with other carpenters around the workshop. It was not an easy task trying to take in every word spoken by someone so hot that I had to ask later on where everything was.
He introduced me to the team. Slowly turning into this cheeky man. Mucking around with the other guys... ah so he had humor? Watching him curiously. Maybe I could be a bit playful with him after all?
My wall got let down as I noticed he wasn't this man I should fear and that I'd be welcomed into the environment as long as I kept my self together and never let him know what I thought of him. As you can see reading my story. I didn't succeed.
The day went by and he would come by to check what I was doing and how I was enjoying it. I enjoyed the carpenter I worked with. He had patience and let me learn. I could easily talk to this man I worked with but the minute my boss walked over, I was a lost cause. It bugged me! Why was my body completely betraying me? I'd go to speak and nothing would come out. I had a fair idea on what things were but my silence made me look like an idiot. The minute he walked away my whole world came crashing down. I felt so stupid and really questioned why I was there. But then he walked back and asked again... Assuring me I was there to learn. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all.
The day finally came to an end and I had time to talk to him about it. I made myself speak answers. It was pretty easy after all when he was asking about my life and how I got to and from work, about my family and while I was at work who looked after my 2 kids. Actually, he asked twice who looked after them and I obviously didn't answer the way he was hoping before outright asking me "So no partner then?" I was on a normal scale until this moment and then I could feel my face turn bright red.
Answering no to him. He smiled and said I could go. I walked away with a raised eyebrow but didn't think much of it at the time. It was going to be a long couple of days before I was back there and I already couldn't wait to go. My curiosity was starting to get the best of me... why would he ask me that and really insist on an answer? The days building up to when I worked back there were shrouded by this question. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time and I'd certainly never been turned on just by someone's looks alone. I'd lost whatever I had considered the "Normal" me.
The day had been a long one. I got home, had a shower. Stood in the shower for a while thinking over on the day. I found my fingers running through my hair, lingering over my lips as I bit down softly thinking about his dark green eyes, his stern look, his lips that in that moment I'd have given anything to kiss, to bite and pull away.
I found myself slipping my hand across my breasts and down my stomach to my eagerly awaiting pussy that had been teased and tormented all day just by the looks of a man. How could that be possible? I slipped my fingers down to meet my clit, raised and ready. Pressing down on it. Circling my finger around. Thinking of him pinning me against a wall, hand around my throat and kissing me was enough to make me cum and my orgasm exploded. Bringing me to my knees. I felt a massive wave go over me, leaving me in a head spin.
Mad at myself for playing over the thought of my boss. I pulled myself together, vowing it'd never happen again. Not knowing that every day I worked there. Just the thought of him would make me wind down at night. Creating a pattern, that without it... I couldn't fall asleep at night. I was always someone who'd watch porn every now and then but now I'd be venturing into territory I never had. Watching porn about bosses, reading stories about them. Never quite satisfied with how they played out. I could never imagine my boss doing those things so instead I'd read a little into one and imagine the rest... What was wrong with me? I'd get off thinking about my boss 4-5 times a night to the point I'm a hot screaming mess and probably have my neighbors wondering who this man was that I'd always yell out, that never lived here.
He was my weakness and I couldn't shake the thought of if I had the chance, What I'd do to him. We started to get friendlier towards each other. I had tried to add him through social media but as he was my boss, I wasn't allowed to. Instead he asked if I had his number? Giving it to me. I instantly blushed and saved it in my phone. I thought it was for an in case of emergency number. A number to text him on if I were running late or couldn't make it... So, I didn't lose my senses over it. It was an important number only. Until the next day, I received a text from him - wishing me a good time to an event I was heading to...- Caught me by surprise. Did he know I was thinking of him in that exact moment? Maybe not in the way he thought. But seeing girls in bikini's walk around me at this event and bent over cars had my mind racing. I wish my boss would bend me over a car or that fence or that bench seat or anything... It'd gotten that bad. Then I was a lost cause for the rest of the day thinking wildly like that over a simple polite text.
We started texting each other. Just playing around, joking with each other. Joking about the day. I found it easier to talk to him through text because every time he approached me in person I still couldn't speak. Nothing would come out. But if I were to talk dirty to him in that exact moment, everything would have come out perfectly. I guess that's what worried me that I'd go to answer his question and say something completely opposite. So instead I'd go bright red and the frustration could be read on his face. I didn't want to ruin my trial so I approached him about it over text.
We texted for days, weeks, I'd lost focus on my life. I'd receive a general text from him and I'd feel horny. I'd see him at work and feel ten times hornier. I started to inappropriately text him jokes, knowingly crossing the line but he'd let me get away with it. Sending them back and making them himself just as much. He was not helping with the fact I was a horny mess every night, playing with myself at the thought of him that I'd play with myself while texting him. Throwing dirty comments at him to only get a playful response back. If only he knew what my other hand was doing... I wished so hard he could see and I still do. I want him to watch what he does to me, Building myself up..till I cant take it anymore...
Our cheekiness grew stronger, making proper sexual jokes at each other. I made a joke wanting to kiss him. About 3 different ways, I didn't care at this stage. I wanted to kiss him and openly admitted to the fact I watched porn every night, just so I could sleep at the end of the day. Things I couldn't go back on but turned me on anyway because the fact he knew... I wonder if he thought it was all over him?
The next day, I was sitting at my daily job when I wanted to show him something I was looking at buying. Taking a screen shot of the page I was on, I stupidly forgot to close a tab marked "Sex with your boss stories" I wanted to explain myself so I pointed out that it was on the screen and that I was sorry. He couldn't see what I meant and asked. I can't believe it, I went back to the page the story was on, Screen shot it and sent it to him. Time. Stood. Still.
This story in particular I'd found recently and it was my go to when I wanted to think of him. A married man, taking advantage of his younger employee. Calling her in to see him, demanding she goes into the board room bathroom so he could fuck her and empty his hot sticky cum, balls deep into her pussy. I guess because the story included them texting to one another and meeting, him not giving her a say. I craved for my boss to treat me that way. To have her, to use her, to pound her, make her scream but keep quiet as people walked around. The intensity of wishing my boss would do all that to me was enough to send me over the edge every night... and I'd just sent that exact story to my boss. Fear set in very quickly. I thought, I'd just ruined any chance.
He texted back an hour or so later with an ordinary reply. I suppose ignoring the fact of what I just sent him. I knew I'd messed up. The rest of my day was a blur. I felt sick, just wanting to go home.
I was fearing hearing back from him about it, If I ever did.
