Thirty year old assistant bank managers are probably supposed to act a certain way. My employer reminds me of this four times a year at regional meetings we have to attend. For the most part, I've bought into the system when it comes to work hours.
But, I reserve the right to have an unrestricted life away from work. My problem recently has been when my two lives—work and private—collide.
My name's Rachel. I'm divorced. 'Irreconcilable differences' doesn't even begin to explain the problems I had with my ex. Sex (or lack thereof), money, compatibility...you name it. We differed.
Now I'm free. Free at last! Oh happy day!
I'm about 5' 5" tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. People say I'm 'cute' and I'm OK with that. I'd prefer "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" or "Are you a model?", but that's fine. I think I have a great body, actually. My breasts are neither too big nor too small. And my ass is firm and tight with just enough meat to hold onto while rolling in bed.
Having reached the magic age of thirty and being divorced, I thought it was time to do some things I'd been thinking about. Like writing stories for Literotica. Luckily, I've had enough experiences that I should be able to keep you occupied with stories for a while. Only time will tell if you find them as erotic to read as I found them in real life.
Chapter 1
The first time I started to blur the line between work life and private life was soon after we hired a new teller. His name was Chad. As the assistant bank manager, I did all the interviewing and made recommendations to the manager. He, the manager, didn't talk to them until I pretty much decided we were going to hire them.
During Chad's interview, his energy and sense of humor overcame his obvious sleepwalk through college. Besides, he was sexy in a 'just out of college and sure of myself' kind of way. Part of me wanted to jump on him and show him how a real woman enjoyed sex. The other part wanted to flirt.
Since I couldn't flirt verbally during the interview without setting myself up for being sued, I had to be physical. A movement of my body to expose some cleavage here; a crossing of my legs to raise my skirt there.
To his credit, Chad met every challenge and came back with his own provocative move. By the time we shook hands at the end of the interview, my panties were soaked and my legs were unsteady.
I recommended Chad to the manager and he reported to work two weeks later. My senior teller trained him directly, but I made sure I met with Chad on a regular basis. We were continually flirting from day one. Soon, we were very comfortable around each other.
On the day he was to learn about closing the bank at night, it was my job to go over the vault closing routine with him. All the other employees had gone home for the night when Chad leaned on my office door and announced he was ready.
"Great. Let me save this document and I'll be right there," I said. I quickly did the save and got up to join Chad. We exchanged smiles as I walked past him, leading the way to the vault.
I thought I could feel his eyes on my ass, but decided it was wishful thinking. I hadn't chosen that particular tight skirt specifically for him, but did find myself thinking about him some mornings when choosing an outfit.
I stopped at the open vault door. "OK. Let me explain some of the things you need to look for inside the vault before leaving for the night," I said.
Chad was standing closer to me than he normally did and I felt strangely uneasy. Maybe that's not the right word. I felt anxious. No, I felt unsure that I could stand this close to him and not touch him. I had an overpowering urge to touch him all over.
"OK," he said.
"First, make sure there is nothing on the viewing table," I said, pointing to the little table in the center of the safe deposit boxes. An image of me laying naked on the table while Chad fucked me flashed through my mind.
"OK," he said.
He looked at me and I had no clue whether or not he was paying any attention. Nor did I care at that point.
"Then look for anything on the floor," I continued. I wondered if he could hear the tension in my voice.
"OK."
"Then look for any open safe deposit boxes before walking out of the safe," I said.
That's when I turned to walk out. Except Chad didn't do the same. He remained in the doorway, blocking it completely with his beautiful body. We touched before I could stop my momentum. I looked up at him in surprise.
He put his hands on my arms in a strong, reassuring manner. My heart pounded in those agonizing couple seconds before our mouths met. It was a soft, almost friendly kiss.
"No," I said. "The cameras. Not here, Chad."
He had to realize that I never said "No. Don't kiss me" or "No. Let me go." I was worried only about the cameras catching us.
"Then where?" he asked.
I should have taken that opportunity to end the craziness. Instead, I led him back to my office. My mind was numb when we got to the door and I turned to face him. We kissed again and he leaned into me, forcing me completely inside the office. Chad pushed the door shut without ever breaking off the sensuous kiss.
He was a wonderful kisser and I was feeling the rush of a blatantly immoral act. This dude was one of my employees, not to mention being almost ten years younger than me. But when I felt his hands begin to massage my ass through the little skirt I couldn't resist.
Our bodies pressed together and I was quite certain he was hard. My moans only made him kiss me harder. Our tongues darted around in unabashed lust.
The next thing I knew, his hands were moving up the front of my body. When they cupped my breasts and I felt his fingers pulling at my sweater I should have stopped him. One had stayed on a breast while the other slide inside and rested on my stomach. Ever so slowly, he moved it up as we kissed some more.
The first time he touched my bra I thought I'd collapse. My legs were shaking from nerves and lust. He found the skin of my breast and pushed the bra aside. When I didn't protest he used both hands to raise my sweater. I watched him move the bra aside until he had access to my nipple.
His mouth surrounded it so fast I couldn't react. Chad was magnificent with his sometimes tender, sometimes rough treatment of my breast and nipple with his tongue, teeth and lips.
My body said 'fuck me', but my mind finally kicked in.
"No, Chad," I moaned. "No. Please. We can't."
He probably knew he was going to have to stop. But his final couple pinches of my nipple with his lips convinced me we might continue this at a later date.
"Please. Stop, Chad."
He rearranged my bra and sweater. "OK, but something tells me you enjoyed that."
"I think we should go home," I said, feeling my blushed face returning to normal.
"Your place?" Chad asked with an evil smile.
"Good night, Chad." I made sure he knew from my look that I wasn't as mad at him as I probably should have been.
Chapter 2
The next day at work I was very busy and that was a good thing. I wasn't sure what Chad or I would end up saying if we saw each other too much in the morning. By the time I was able to check in on him near the end of the day things were cool.
Several days passed with our playful banter returning to its original frequency, if not more. I questioned myself many times on whether or not I was kind of falling for him. Each time I almost convinced myself I wasn't.
Yet, I dressed for him and sought his company and desired his kisses. It was fun to have somebody showing interest in me again. Many nights I fell asleep with Chad on my mind. And, yes, many nights I pictured him naked.
If he was setting me up for another surprise 'attack', he was doing it very well. I was wanting him more and more.
We were leaving the bank together one day when he said, "Want to get something to eat?"
Almost instantly, I said, "Sure." Thinking back, I'm not sure if it was because I was starving or because I really wanted to spend more time with him.
"Where?" he asked.
"I don't care. You choose," I said as we got to our cars.
"Your place?"
"No, Chad. I can't cook." I had to give him credit for being persistent.
"Well, how about O'Neal's?"
This guy wasn't stupid. I'd talked about it as my favorite place often enough, so he had to know I'd agree. It was a pub style restaurant with a noisy, crowded bar and a dining room filled with dark mahogany booths, right out of a Dorothy Sayers mystery.
"Meet you there," I said as I entered my car.
I normally didn't go there without changing into jeans first. I had a pair of dress slacks on and one of my better blouses—not that I have a lot of expensive blouses. But this was one of them. On the way there, I made sure Chad couldn't see me, then unbuttoned one more button. I could only imagine what the other regulars at O'Neal's were going to say when they saw me dressed that way with a young dude at my side. Oh, well.
My favorite waitress, Angela, waited on us and she gave me a wink after delivering the drinks and walking behind Chad so he couldn't see. She looked down at him and erotically licked her lips. I wanted to smack her, but could only give her my best scowl without making it too obvious to Chad what was going on. I suspected he knew anyway.
He was very sweet during the meal, keeping up a lively discussion about many different topics. Within the confines of our dark booth, hidden from view of any other diners, I felt extraordinarily at ease with Chad. Except for Angela's blatant flirting with him, it was a delightful meal.
Before we left, Chad bought a round of beers at the bar. I enjoyed being with him in that environment, even though we had to practically be on top of each other to hold a conversation. Not that I was complaining. We were standing, our bodies almost constantly in contact with each other as the happy hour crowd grew in numbers.
At one point he said, "I like that blouse. You should wear it more often."
I'm sure he really meant, "You should wear it more often with that button open so I can see the fringe of that lacy bra and the swell of your breasts."
"Thanks," I managed to say over the noise. Any time we talked we had to put our heads together until they almost touched. It was agonizingly difficult not to kiss him.
"I've never seen you in anything but assistant bank manager clothes," he said. "When can I see you in jeans?"
"You wouldn't want to," I said.
He looked down at my ass and legs. "Oh, I think I would."
That's when I felt his hand slide around my waist, then slowly down my hip and casually onto my ass. It was done in such a way that anybody watching might not have even noticed. I loved his gentle touch and the feeling of our bodies together. Chad tightened his hold on my cheek for just a second, then released it again. My entire body quivered.
"Well, dream on," I said into his ear. Only this time I gave a slight tug with my lips before leaning back.
His smile spoke volumes. "I dream about you a lot."
