Please enjoy this small short story written from her boss's point of view. It coincides with the three other stories I have published here. Thank you all for your previous reviews, and if you would like to collaborate, or have any feedback, that would be wonderful.
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The first time I saw her, I couldn't say I was attracted to her. She was pretty and had a voluptuous frame. But I had seen employees come and go in my 20+ years with the company. I never really got too close, or attached to them. Maybe a few here and there. Like those who showed that they wanted to move up, or had goals set and needed guidance.
But in retail, they all came and went. I'd been at my current store for going on three years when I finally realized that all along, this one employee was different than the others. Her and I had a connection turned fling. One that I all too abruptly ended.
"Good morning," she murmured as she looked up, giving a slow up and down glance as I walked in. That was normal for her, but today she was wearing a shirt that was almost out of dress code, an inch or two of her cleavage showing for me, and everyone else.
"Lets hope so," I chimed, giving her a sideways grin as I moved past her to open my office door. Her perfume mixing perfectly with her own natural scent was divine. I missed it. It was her signature scent, and I knew which aisle she'd been in, and what rooms just by the juicy pear and bergamot scent it left behind. There were times when I thought about when my face pressed into her soft breasts, inhaling it.
I left the door open as I put my backpack away, and sat down, opening up my laptop. My office was small, and albeit boring to sit in. I didn't have photos of my wife or kids up, just a few things here and there. I saw her out of my peripheral, leaning in the doorway. She never walked all the way in.
"So, we have three call outs already, but not a shock. It's Mother's Day." she said quietly, in a matter of fact tone. I gave a nod, my mouth twisting to the side.
"Sorry you have to be here, I know you got kids at home and all. Hopefully, the day goes by rather smoothly." Her eyes held mine for a moment, and I could feel the tension growing. We hadn't talked about Vegas since it all happened, and I let my guilty conscience get to me.
"Oh, it's fine. I'm only here til 3P," Pushing away from the doorjamb, she walked off, obviously tired of the small talk, and probably hating the tension, just like I was. It didn't stop me from getting hard though. Just her standing in my doorway made the blood rush to my cock. She was a fantasy come true for me, and I'd always find myself thinking back to our fling in Sin City.
My cock was throbbing, and I needed release badly. Standing up quick, I shut the door, not caring that it was almost a slam that probably scared those at the front desk. My zipper slid down and my pants unbuttoned as I moved to sit back down, my thick rod springing forth. Pulling out my phone, I went to the private gallery, looking through some of the photos and videos she let me take of her, face not showing.
I gripped my rod and slowly stroked, pressing play, I watched the video closely, gazing intently at her laying spread eagle on the bed, the Vegas skyline in the background, rubbing her freshly shaved pussy. I had to turn the volume down, but her soft moans went right to my cock, just like it did with I recorded it.
God, she was so sexy. My cock twitched and throbbed as I reached for the hand lotion in my drawer, getting just enough to ease up the friction. Thirty seconds went by and the next video started, one of her on her knees, rubbing her slick hole as she waited for me to shove my cock into her. Jerking faster, my breathing got heavy, my mouth slacks as I continued gazing, watching the video, seeing my own dick sink into her.
I shouldn't have cut things off with her. Damnit. My wife didn't do shit for me anymore. No sex, no love or emotion, hell we didn't even cook for one another anymore. We were staying together for the kids still left at home.
My balls pulled up, and I felt that familiar tightening, the pleasure was intense and almost too much. Focusing on the deep sense of relief that I needed, I propped my phone up and began almost violent beating my cock with tight, quick up and down strokes.