It all changed the other day when the online world crashed through a wall and tumbled into reality. Thinking back after meeting with Tara, one of the staff horticulturists, I remember the very moment when it all happened and she discovered the truth. I even recall thinking to myself, what the hell is wrong with her. Is she okay? Maybe she's sick? Probably boyfriend problems.
Tara went through every detail in her account of that afternoon. That day, she was helping me with some pruning. We were cleaning up some dead branches on a grand old birch tree and Tara was stacking the downed branches and trimmings. I stretched to reach a branch with a pole-saw and my shirt lifted to expose the small of my back and waist...maybe a little crack. I remember, now, I could feel the cool breeze hit my skin and I pushed the shirt back down, but things had changed. I didn't know it but that one piece of skin was to change my life.
I have freckle on my waist, just above my butt and Tara caught a glimpse. She knew it...She had seen that freckle before...in a photo. She told me that she got sick to her stomach; she was so shaken...the confusion of her emotions was overwhelming. She ran to her car to check it out on the phone. She had some pictures saved but didn't remember if it included the photo, in question. She thought she could also get into her account; she knew the photo was stored there. Still nervous and shaking...that's a great idea, to be looking at porn at work! She went on to think, that she'd make sure not to use the company Wi-F; she would just use the phone...it'll be okay.
She scrolled through her photos and there it was! Fuck! OMG...I have been exchanging skin shots with my boss and didn't know it. Panic struck again...OMG! I have so many photos of him, I even gave him his own album, She scrolled back to check again...it's him. She continued through the album and stopped on a couple tribute photos. Fuck, he tributed me. Shit...that's right! My boss shot a load, numerous loads, on pictures of me and I sent him pictures when I was masturbating to his photos. O god...we dirty-talked with each other...we chaturbated! I have offered to suck him dry, lick cum from his body and give him a blowjob! Fuck, what am I going to do? Forget about it and hide the truth? She didn't know what she should do.
Eventually, she came to realize that the truth would be hard but best. He deserves the truth and he might be able to help. In the meantime, she thought, I better get back to work...I need to stay cool about things and try to act normal. I don't want him to think something's wrong. She went back into the garden and finished what she had started, even small-talking with him. For her, it was hard to do. She found herself looking at him a little differently, but she did fine...she only stole a couple quick glimpses of his body, trying not to be obvious. She knew what was inside those pants...fuck, she thought, I need to talk with him.
So the day came and she told me she needed to talk about some things and it was very important, but sort of private. As a manager you think what now...WTH? Tara was a hard worker and had her bachelor's in horticulture. She was a good employee. Damn it, I thought to myself, she's pregnant, moving or quitting. Nothing good can come from this private conversation.
We had just closed for the day and everybody else had gone. So we walked out into the garden and she sat on a bench in the very same birch grove, where it all started. She was insistent that that I should sit down, too. I was a little distracted because I remember thinking that I usually have meetings like this in my office; what if she starts crying and I have no tissues out here? I have tissues in my office. Oh well...I thought to myself we need to get this over with.
"Sit here, with me, "she motioned. "Look, I don't want to screw things up for you. I like this job and you are a super, understanding boss...always interested in your staff...supporting our efforts to grow...go to classes...anyway, this has been freaking me out...I'm a fucking, hot mess. I'm fucking rambling!"
"And, I'm even cussing in front of my boss!"
"Tara, it doesn't matter; I am more than familiar with your vocabulary." Shit, she was almost breathless or hysterical...WTF! So I tried to calm her further with "Tara, Tara, chill out...there isn't anything that bad...things will work out...whatever it is?"
She looked at me very seriously and blurted, "I'm Tara!"
Puzzled, "I do know your name...what the hell are you talking about?"
"Online Tara! You know tara342436!"
"What! No, you have to be kidding!" I almost choked as I struggled to breath, but I immediately knew...I was sitting with Tara! "But Tara...you live (or I thought) in...in Seattle."
"Seriously, you want to believe that!"
"Well, I did! I never once connected you to her...or you...whatever! You know what I mean...online Tara."
Trying to catch up in my head, I thought to myself...I guess I can now see the hot little body that I saw on the screen. She's right here, in front of me and looking hot in that t-shirt! Hopefully inconspicuous, I checked her out, as a male and not an employer. I thought to myself... this girl's smokin' hot! Rob, you can't think that; she works for you. You'll get fired.
"I know...we never skyped or showed our faces at any point, but, if anybody could have put it together it should have been you. I am using my real name as part of my username. At least, you had the smarts to alter your name so people couldn't connect the dots.
"You mean freckles don't you?
She rolled her eyes..."Really, that's what you got for me?"
"Just trying to lighten the mood."
"Look Rob, I think our mutual ignorance is legit...I had no idea, either. You are a good boss and clearly had no idea. You would never look at your employees in that manner and that's the way it should be, Rob. I respect you even more for that."
She was quick to say..."Look, you know my situation and I know yours; I can quit this job and work at my other job, at the nursery. After seeing you as online Rob, I know I want to explore things, but I never want to mess up your marriage. It's in your court, but please consider how amazing our online relationship has been!"
"I am really sorry I said that. I'm being selfish and that only makes things harder for you."
I'm sure I looked confused but she clarified herself and her intentions with a hand rubbing over my thigh. Finally, she gave in and blurted "WTF!" She jumped up on me, sitting on my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist. We kneaded and grabbed at each other through our clothes, while making out. She shoved her tongue down my throat and we passionately sucked on each other for a long while.
Finally we took a break and I looked into her eyes, "Tara, you are right; you aren't selfish. Things are amazing for us, there online and maybe it can work out here, in real life."
I, once again, began kissing her, kissing her neck and continuing down onto her breasts. I felt her hands on my head, pushing it lower. Her breath becoming moans, she pushed my head until my lips hovered over her little mound. She held onto my head as I kissed and chewed at her. I could feel the warmth and desire, rising through her pants. From our conversations, I knew what kind of passion was stored in this woman. I selfishly wanted to tap into that! I wanted to strip her and kiss her from head to toe. Fuck, I know that pussy will be incredible; and I know not all this wetness in her pants is from me. She has to be dripping wet! I know she is!
I gave in to my needs! I picked her up and laid her out on the bench with her legs hanging off the end. She hiked up her shirt while I yanked her pants down and slid them off her outstretched legs. There was an unspoken understanding...she clearly wanted what I wanted. She wasn't wearing panties that day...an indication she had planned for these clothes to come off. She ripped off her bra and started to rub her pert nipples. I remained focused, though, kneeling at the end of the bench and spreading her legs wide to reveal a tight, little pussy. It was glistening with wetness...amazing! I leaned forward to press my mouth over those lips. I spread them open with my tongue and she immediately began with the incredible verbal dialogue that accompanied our online fantasies.
She moans, "Oh god Rob, please." Again, she took hold of the back of my head and began to grind her hips in my face.
I could finally experience the musky sweetness of tara342436 I could feel my face being coated with her juice...in my beard, her scent was incredible. It pushed me to work harder, faster and with greater focus.
