Things were going great. I had a great apartment, and I had a successful business going. They told me I couldn't make a go of the restaurant business and I had proved them wrong. And then I hired him, and there went my concentration. Nathan. Walking sex. He was absolutely the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I hired him as waiter/bartender. He was working his way through graduate school. Six foot 3 inches of sin. Jet black hair, gray eyes, nicely tanned skin. My obsession started the first day.
He helped me close up the place, and then he left. Immediately my mind started wondering. Where did he go? Who was he with? Did he live alone? With a woman? I couldn't sleep that night. Not without knowing. This continued for a few days. And then one night I couldn't take anymore. So after he left, I followed him. And for many nights I followed him. He went directly home every night to a house with uncovered windows. This made it so easy for me.
Every night I watched him. Watched as he fucked almost a different woman each night. I would stand outside in the dark. Crouched down low so he wouldn't see me. Watch as he spread his woman over his bed. As his hands caressed them. When his hands moved to their breasts, mine would seek out my breasts. As he would play with her nipples, I would tease and torment my own. As his hands traveled down her body, mine followed the same trail on my own body. I would watch as his hand would go searching between her thighs. My hand would go between mine, rubbing at my clit, then slipping my hand inside my pants, then my panties, pushing my fingers inside myself as he shoved his cock into his woman for the night. As he fucked his woman, I would drive my fingers deep inside, in and out in time with his thrusting hips. And as I watch his woman shudder and cum, I could feel my fingers become drenched with my juice. Shuddering as she shuddered.
I continued with my nightly hobby for weeks, while at work I watched him covertly. Seeing in my mind what I had seen the night before. Thinking about what I would see on the night to come. One day I was watching him as he was working, his tight black pants molded to his thighs, nicely outlining his cock. I was staring so hard that I barely noticed him walking toward me. Trying to regain my composure, I pretended to be busy looking at reservations.
"Boss lady, got a minute?" He asked me with a flirtatious look on his face. And I wanted to give him that minute too. That and more. But the restaurant was packed that night and he was needed to wait on the customers. Damn.
" Um, no. Not really. There is so much to do. Can it wait until after we close? " I asked, hoping he would say no. Hoping he would demand to talk to me in private right then and there. But he wasn't a mind reader. Damn him. He just nodded his head and went back to work. Anticipation was like a waterfall in my panties. I was so wet by closing time, I swear it was running down my legs. I was in my office in the back, trying to concentrate on paperwork, yet eagerly waiting for that knock on my office door. Finally I heard it.
"Come in." I called out while reaching up to smooth my hair. He walked in shutting the door behind him. He sat down in the chair in front of my desk and just stared at me.
