Hello readers, the following is the introduction of my "relationship" with my past FWB. How we met and how it developed. I felt it would helpful to the reader to explain some of the background, even though it's not very spicy initially. The Preface that I published is more of a "teaser", and chronologically immediately follows Chapter 1. You can find that here:
https://literotica.com/s/my-fwb-dom-experience-preface
You can either read it prior, or after reading Chapter 1. In the near future I will publish Chapter 2, which is the continuation of the Preface. It gets more spicy, I promise ;)
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I had been looking for jobs more related to my degree of accounting, but I had also applied to some other local jobs and interviewed and got the position as a hostess at the upscale restaurant where you worked. You were one of their managers. We first met the first day that I worked there.
I remember your smile that day but you seemed so focused on your work. Someone else hired me and you didn't really become my supervisor until a few months later. I didn't really know you at first but looking back I am sure you did notice me. I felt your looks at times.
After we started working together more you talked to me more, initially just brief "Hey's" exchanged back and forth, but gradually led to short conversations. You were always busy but it felt like you took a few minutes here and there to talk to me and we learned more about each other. Stuff about work, life, where we went to school and other jobs we had.
You knew I had a bf then and you asked sometimes how that was going, and you mentioned your marriage was falling apart,and I tried to be there for you. I didn't know what to say many times but I listened. I think all you wanted was to vent to and get it out. Slowly we became friends, and I didn't feel uncomfortable around you like I had with other men. I felt like you had my back if I needed it. If I had a bad day you were there. You had many bad days and I listened and said what I could to help.
Over the next year we stayed friends. As time went on I didn't really talk to you about what was going on with Tyler and I, and the turmoil in my head of whether to end it or salvage it. I should have. Maybe I worried you would take advantage of it. Maybe I just wanted to work it out on my own. But I remember the day I told you about the breakup. I was hurting inside, and other than my mom you were the only one close by to lean on. You hugged me tightly and told me it would all be ok. I felt the sincerity of your hug and words.
The days we worked together you would greet me asking how I was holding up. I slowly opened up to you more and more, and as time went on you started texting me. You wanted to check on me to see how I was doing, and it felt good knowing someone cared and that you were there if I needed someone to talk to. I knew you were going through the battle with your ex over the divorce. but you put that aside so that you could listen to me. We were both hurting inside. You were still my boss but I could tell we both wanted to keep work separate from our friendship.
I slowly came out of my grief over Tyler, and we started making the texting light and more friendly again. We kind of talked about relationships and somehow it turned to the topic of sex. You became very interested in my past sex life, and somehow with you it felt ok talking about it. You wanted to know a lot: who I had sex with, how it was, what I liked about sex, and what I didn't like.
