My boss and I get along extremely well. She is terrific at training me, and I think she is tops professionally. Not only that, she is a knockout. She is feminine, shapely and easy on the eyes.
We are the same age, and have similar family situations (Spouse, kids, etc.), so our conversations often turn to "get-to-know-you" home life. Our friendship has blossomed in the six months that I've worked for her, and, even though I've had thoughts of desire for her, I know she is as off limits as am because I would never cheat on my wife and she would never cheat on her husband.
Recently, my boss and I went on a business trip to Chicago. We had adjoining rooms at a downtown hotel, one with a restroom that we had to share. After our first day of conference, the heavy snow prevented us from seeing the city. We decided to have a few drinks in the hotel bar and then call it a night. We chatted for hours, staring into each other's eyes, laughing, and imagining the possibilities. Neither of us dared breathe a word of our true thoughts.
As we rode up to our rooms in the elevator, I wanted to kiss her so badly.
When we told each other goodnight, I entered my room and watched some tube until I began to doze away. Suddenly, I heard a loud yell. I threw off the covers and ran through the bathroom into Sharon's room.
Sharon was startled by my entrance and quickly drew the covers up over her naked body.
"What the fuck are you doing," she screamed.
As I entered, I caught a brief glimpse of Sharon pleasuring herself with a clear, bulbed sex toy.
"I, uh, er... I'm so sorry, Sharon, I, uh... I heard you scream, and I thought you were being hurt."
"Well, I'm not."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
I was so fucking embarrassed. I sulked and returned to my room. I couldn't believe how awkward that was.
During Day 2 of our seminar, neither of us spoke. We might as well have not even gone to the seminar because we couldn't focus on the speaker. All I could think about was her - her and the brief glimpse of her pleasuring herself in her hotel bed.
As the day trudged along, Sharon slipped me a note during one of the seminars. It read,
"Don't worry about last night. I know you were just worried about me. Let's forget all about it. Drinks at 7pm?"
I smiled at her.
At 7pm, we sat down again in the hotel bar. We ordered a light dinner, and the drinks kept coming. As we began to feel more comfortable, probably due to the minor buzz we both had, our conversation turned substantial.
"Don't worry about seeing me naked last night," Sharon said, "I think it's sweet that you were coming to save me."
"Yeah, uh... I, uh...don't know what to say. I was so embarrassed."
"Don't be. Did you see what I was doing?"
"...uh, yeah."
Sharon laughed, "Well, I guess it is me who should be embarrassed."
"No, no, don't be..."
"I guess I just don't get enough at home."
"Uh..., you mean..."
"Sex? Yeah, I mean, Carl and I haven't slept together in...oh, my god, I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"Uh, no... don't worry. My lips are sealed... if it makes you feel any better, Veronica and I haven't had sex in forever and a day. I have to jack off whenever I can find time alone... oh, shit, that's sick, huh? I'm sorry."
"No, it's not sick at all. Believe me, I understand. That's why I've got my own toy box. The one you saw is my favorite."
An uncomfortable silence pervaded us. We sat silently sipping our drinks and looking away. We both had one thought on our mind. Within a split-second, we both looked at each other and said in synchronicity, "I can't cheat on Carl/Veronica."
We both laughed hysterically. We were thinking the exact same thing. Our vibes were never more similar.
As the night wore on, we loosened up with each other considerably.
"So," I boldly asked, "what do you like to do in the bedroom?"
"Well," she laughed as she answered, "I like to be in control, and I like to talk dirty. What do you like?"
"I like to be controlled and talked dirty to."
"We can't do this, you know that don't you?"
"Yes, I know, but it feels so right to imagine it."
"It sure fucking does, but we can't. Not only will we not cheat on our husbands or wives, I'm your boss. I can't have a sexual relationship with one of my employees."
"Yeah, you're right."
Around 9pm, we headed of for the elevator.
As we rode up, I said, "Last night, I wanted to kiss you so bad in this elevator."
"That's funny, because a part of me wanted you to."
We stared at each other.
"But we can't," Sharon said.
"Is kissing, cheating?"
"Yes, in my book.. if you touch me, and I let you touch me, then we're both cheating."
"No touching? Hmm, what if we have our clothes on?"
"There's no fun in that."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's call it a night."
We hugged as we both returned to our rooms.
As I watched Sports center, Sharon peeked around the bathroom door.
"Are you going to need to get in here? I'm going to be in here for awhile."
"Oh, uh, no... go ahead."
Sharon closed the door, and I heard bath water running. I also heard an electric razor. My mind raced with possibilities of what she could be shaving and washing. Soon the bath water stopped, and I heard silence from the bathroom. I turned off the television and the light and tried my damndest to fall asleep.
As I finally began to doze off, I heard a vibrating sound that was different from the electric razor.
From the bathroom, I could hear Sharon begin to breath heavy. Every now and then, she would grunt and reposition herself.
"Oh, my god," I heard her exclaim.
"Oh, fuck."
My dick raced to hardness as I realized what she was doing in the bathroom.
"Mmmmm, uhhhh, mmmmm, fuck you feel so good inside me."
I began stroking my cock.
"Come on, fuck me, Sam. Fuck me."
She had called my name. She was fucking herself and calling out my name.
"I know I'm your boss, but I want to fuck you so bad."
I immediately sprang to my feet and ran to the bathroom door. There she was, sprawled out on the sink with a steamed mirror behind her. She was now fucking herself with her clear, pink, bulbed toy. She pulled it out of herself, then put it straight back in as she looked me in the eyes. She looked down at my cock.
I walked to her to kiss her, but she stopped me.
"No, no touching. Just stroke your cock."
I stroked my cock as she masturbated herself.
"Do you want to taste my pussy?" she asked.
I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do.
"Taste my pussy, Sam," Sharon demanded as she pumped her pussy with her toy."
The shower steam had beaded all over her body. Everything in sight was wet. I knelt to be mouth-level with her pussy, and I made my approach.
"No! No licking. Don't touch me. Just tell me you want me."
She pounded herself harder and faster.
"Tell me!"
"I want you, Sharon. I want to eat your pussy. All I think about is burying my face inside you."
"Yes, that's it. Keep talking... Lick it."
I licked the air as she looked down at me.
"Let me see what your tongue would do to my pussy!"
