*Author's Note: This is my first submission to Literotica. I would greatly appreciate any feedback, especially voting. Writing this story was very much arousing and I hope that reading it gives you the same pleasure.*
At first, she was afraid he might be firing her for unprofessional conduct. But then he stepped closer and she realized she may finally be getting what she wanted.
Olivia Zerter sighed as she gathered up the day's paperwork and put it in a stack. It was 10:30 on a Friday night and she was exhausted. She had been working at this job for a little over a month and 9pm was the earliest she had ever left the office. When she had first been hired, she was ecstatic. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of a large multinational company. She knew that this would be an excellent first step climbing the corporate ladder.
When she first met Ethan Rowe, she was in awe. He was in his early forties with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was always immaculately dressed and had worked extremely hard to reach his position. She had been told at the beginning that the job required long hours. She figured that meant long hours with her gorgeous boss and maybe the odd steamy night. Unfortunately, she had been poorly misguided.
At first, she wore short skirts and blouses dangerously unbuttoned. Her boss hadn't noticed at all. He barely spared her a glance as he asked her to grab him a coffee or bring him a file. It was very frustrating. She knew she was an attractive 22 year old with sexy auburn hair and hazel eyes. She was proud of her long, toned legs and flat stomach, courtesy of a 45-min run every morning before work. Her C-cup breasts were courtesy of good genes.
Today, she was wearing a short black skirt that barely made it past her firm butt. Her white blouse was slightly undone to reveal bits of the black lace bra that matched the tiny thong she was wearing. Although she had pretty much given up all hope that her boss would notice her, she pushed up her bra, straightened her hair and added a little lip gloss before she went to say goodnight. She knocked at his office door and opened it slowly. He was furiously typing at his computer, tie and blazer tossed on the couch, sleeves rolled up. He didn't even look up as she walked in.
"I have some files for you, sir."
He spared her a brief glance as he said, "Ah yes, Olivia. Thank you."
She couldn't help but notice how sexy his voice sounded and how the muscles of his forearm stood out as he typed. He had such manly hands and long fingers. For a second, she imagined those fingers inside her, bringing her pleasure. She felt a slight stirring between her legs and decided to leave before he made her any hotter.
"You're welcome, sir. I'll be leaving now. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd ask her to stay.
He looked up at her, removing his reading glasses. He then pushed his chair back and got up, walking towards her. Her legs felt weak and her panties were getting wet.
"I didn't realize you were still here. It's quite late. A young girl like you should be out on a Friday night."
She couldn't stand it anymore. She squeezed her knees together and thought of the least sexy thing she could imagine.
"Oh...Well...umm...Work comes first, of course."
He smiled and nodded.
"That's very admirable, Olivia. That's precisely the attitude that will get you ahead in life. Your efforts don't go unnoticed. I hope you realize that. I notice that you stay later than the others and are always prepared and alert. You have been working here for about a month now?"
"Yes, sir." He chuckled.
"I think we can do without the 'sir'. Please call me Ethan."
"Yes, sir. I mean, Ethan." She gave a nervous laugh. He nodded his approval.
"Please have a seat." He walked over to where she sat and leaned back against the front of his desk, crossing his arms.
