My transition from what most would consider a normal, routine, or basic sex life started about ten years ago. At the time, I could never have never foreseen the crazy, uninhibited lifestyle that I live today.
As the former director of a college, I often had the need to hire new staff and faculty members and Ebony was one of my first new hires. Not quite 30, petite in stature at about 5'3" and 120 pounds, medium black skin color, chocolate brown eyes, and short hair that she had professionally done in about 200 braided knots, Ebony was funky, unique, and cool, not to mention drop dead gorgeous with a thousand-watt smile.
Ebony's face resembled Beyonce' and she was just so genuine and sweet. Her overall demeanor had a sense of innocence while her body had an air of confidence and sexuality. 'What a combination,' I thought to myself. I remember thinking she was just so insanely cute and hot all at the same time.
For my part, I was fortunate to have a great relationship with my various teams and always enjoyed interacting with the students, too, but remained cognizant of the ethics involved and avoided inappropriate fraternization. I was also quite happy at home and really didn't want to screw up my marriage to Kelley, to whom I'd only been married for about two years. Ebony always handled herself professionally, though there were times she certainly tested me as a man which I naively assumed she did from a position of innocence. I would learn otherwise soon enough.
The desk in my office was situated in a way that allowed me to look out the door and see many of the staff members working in the admissions department. Ebony's workstation was not directly in front of my door, but at an angle that allowed me to see her beautiful profile. When she was seated, I could not enjoy her legs, hips, ass, or the high heels she always wore, but I was able to appreciate her beautiful face and smile as well as a side view of her rather perfect breasts which were full and round with a hint of nipple hardness from time to time.
Each week I conducted one-to-one coaching sessions with each of the staff members in my office. When I closed my door, there was still a narrow window that allowed passersby to see in, while the conversation could remain confidential. As most of my staff was female, I felt this was imperative for their comfort and my protection against any prospective allegations of sexual harassment. There were several very pretty women that I met with in private each week and I enjoyed a friendly, almost fatherly rapport with each of them. But my relationship with Ebony just felt different. While I was her boss, she acted like an equal and simply commanded more respect by the way she conducted herself. I really admired her demeanor.
I had eyes though and couldn't help but appreciate and admire her beauty. Her legs were always accentuated perfectly by the stilettos she wore, and she knew how to dress, too. A skirt or dress was always part of her wardrobe, and she was meticulous about the way they fit her stunning figure. Her hips were narrow while her ass had just the right amount of fullness. Her waist was smaller than her hips and torso which gave her an almost perfect hourglass shape. And her stylish clothes, without fail, gave just a slight hint of cleavage beneath whatever form-fitting dress or blouse she was wearing. She was meticulous about her makeup and nails, and they were done in a way that exuded class and femininity.
While always beautiful with a natural sex appeal that didn't require significant effort on her part, Ebony would come into my office on Fridays for her coaching sessions and routinely take my breath away. I did not think Ebony was sending any sort of overt signal to me, but there were a few subdued messages that I picked up on. One week she was wearing a rather short skirt with what I assumed were pantyhose under the skirt. To my surprise, when Ebony sat down in the leather chair in my office, her skirt rose upon her thighs enough for me to easily see that she was not wearing hose but instead wore stockings that stopped about 5 or 6 inches above her knees, and the straps of a garter belt were also visible. The shiny stockings were obviously made of silk and while nude in color, the top few inches of the stockings were decorated in exquisite lace. I fought my body's natural response to produce an erection as I admired Ebony for being the total package of brains and beauty.
On another occasion Ebony wore a rather tight dress that only covered her legs to about mid-thigh. In her heels, every muscle and curve in her calves and thighs were readily visible and just a pleasure to see. When she sat in the chair for our weekly chat, she made no attempt to remain modest and simply allowed the hem to rise on her legs with the confidence few women possess. As we spoke, she sat directly across from me and crossed and re-crossed her legs several times providing me with the most spectacular view of what appeared to be white satin panties nestled between her creamy soft thighs.
On yet another occasion, Ebony wore a button-down blouse that was akin to something one might see on a New York runway. It overlapped in front but only had one or two buttons total. Ebony would usually bring tea or a bottle of water into our meeting and set it on the side table next to her chair which never interfered with our meeting, but this particular week it created a significant distraction because each time she would turn to pick up or set her cup down, I was gifted with a magnificent view of her perfectly formed breasts, which were absolutely unrestrained by a bra as they swayed freely beneath the silky blouse. As I attempted to discuss her productivity at work the previous week, I couldn't help but think how good that material must feel against her nipples.
Each week, after Ebony would rise to leave my office, I would have to sit at my desk for at least ten minutes to allow the growing erection in my pants to dissipate before being able to resume my duties. And I always had to check myself for a wet spot in the front of my pants as my cock would automatically produce a copious amount of seminal fluid simply by being in Ebony's presence.
After several years at the college, and more than two years since I'd hired Ebony, Kelley and I decided to relocate from the Carolinas to Florida. After relocating nearly twelve hours away, I thought my association with Ebony had come to an end. However, when I started a business and began to post about it on social media, Ebony saw the posts and asked if I was hiring. I knew I needed a rockstar assistant but didn't think I could afford Ebony as a nascent endeavor. I informed her that I was still a one-man show working out of a tiny office that was nothing more than a converted two-car garage. And though I was still pre-revenue I could really use her help if she was willing to take a huge risk.
Ebony kindly told me that I had been the best boss she'd ever had, that she believed that anything I worked on would become successful, and if I'd be willing to help her relocate, she'd like to help me build my company. I couldn't believe my good fortune!
That night I went home and told Kelley about my conversation with Ebony. Kelley had met Ebony at a few of the college functions and they immediately hit it off. They both enjoyed the same music, movies, and books, and while they have almost identical figures, they couldn't be more different in outward appearances as Kelley has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Kelley was excited to hear the details and was surprised to learn that Ebony was interested in relocating for a job that only really existed in theory up to this point.
