I enjoy pleasure and pain in equal measure. I have slept with guys with no experience, others with some and done with a lot. Small penises, average and large. Only a couple know my kinks and got to enjoy that side of me.
I had found that sex got better the older I got, for the most part. I was more sure of what I wanted and didn't want. I wasn't afraid to tell men these things either but I was also open to trying new things, within my own limits.
I have also found that I am more attracted to men and my libido is sky high at the moment. Beckett, my boss, was no exception to the men I was attracted to. Yes, he was technically off limits. But fuck if I didn't want to rip his clothes off every time he walked into the room. I had worked for him for 2 years.
I wasn't sure if he extended the same thoughts to me. I am deemed taller as a woman, standing at 5'10. Wavy dark brown hair that sits at my shoulders. Pale skin and a scattering of freckles. Moles all over my body. Green eyes and a bottom lip than my top one. Three piercings in each ear. Eight tattoos, scattered across my skin. My favourite one and most new, on my sternum. Sitting in the middle of my breasts. Pink Manuka flowers with leaves and bulbs in an intricate design. My legs were long, nearly a metre in length. A long torso and slightly curvy hips and small waist. DD breasts that were perky but sat in a bell shape with pink nipples. Long, thin arms. A slight curve to my ass. Thicker thighs. No hair on my lower legs or pussy thanks to the miracle of tiny lasers.
Beckett and I had a meeting at 10am today. Four minutes away. I better get myself in the zone to work and get rid of the picture of him bending me over the boardroom table and fucking me from behind, not giving a damn who saw or not.
I stepped into the room and took a seat at the table. Beckett was wearing a suit that fit him so incredibly well. His hair was brown, slightly longer at the moment and gelled back. He was in business mode. He had blue eyes and full lips. Tan skin. Stubble evident on his face. God I wanted to feel that stubble in between my thighs. I had to slightly clench my thighs.
The meeting passed with ease and I made notes but I barely noticed much at all what I was saying. I went back to my office and had to give myself a moment to fan my face (and my pussy).
The rest of the day luckily passed relatively quickly. I was nearly ready to shut down for the day when Beckett messaged me and asked me to come to his office before I left.
I knocked on his door.
"Come in," Beckett said.
Shutting the door behind me, I saw him give me a full once over.
"Take a seat, Miss Rawlins," He said, his voice deep and commanding.
I sat down, smoothing down my skirt with slightly sweaty palms and swallowed, looking up at him. His suit jacket was off and he had rolled up his sleeves. I could see the definition and veins in his forearms.
"Now, your probably wondering why I called you in here," Beckett said, standing up and moving around his desk to sit on the edge of it. His eyes remanded on me, almost like a predator hunting it's prey.
"Yes, Mr Andrew's," I replied.
"Well. I have a bit of a problem. With you," He said.
"With me?" I asked, perplexed.
"Yes. With you Miss Rawlins. I am having particular issue with you conforming to our company code of conduct," Beckett said.
"Sir, I don't understand? Is there a specific part you're referring to or is it the entire code?" I stuttered out, my nerves high.
"A specific part," Beckett replied, his demeanour remaining stoic.
"Can you please enlighten me on which part you mean, sir?"
"The dress code," Beckett said. Once again, giving me an entire once over. I swear for a moment I saw his eyes linger on my breasts but brushed that thought off. The blouse I wore today was lose enough and you could only see the smallest inkling of cleavage.
"Sir? What do you mean? I believe I have been adhering to the company dress code for the past two years. I don't know what has suddenly changed?" I asked, still incredibly confused. I could feel my palms sweating and wiped them on my skirt again. Fuck. I hope I don't get in trouble. Or worse, I hope I won't be fired. I love my job. I need my job. I took a deep breathe in and out to try and calm my nerves.
"I disagree. For starters, this blouse of yours is far too revealing. I can tell you nipples are erect from here," Beckett said, something in his eyes I have never seen before. It looked almost like lust. He wasn't wrong. My nipples were erect. They always were around him. But how did he know? I looked down and couldn't see them through my bra or my shirt.
"I don't understand. You can't see anything," I told him.
"Most people may not but I can tell. Are you calling me a liar, Miss Rawlins?"
"No sir. Of course not," I quickly said back.
"Well. Shall we check if I'm correct?" Beckett said, raising his left eyebrow. He moved off the desk towards me, and ran his hand down the opening of my blouse.
