So, this was great. I was working my dream job for the man I'd been in love with for over ten years. Ok, I think it was beyond love. More like obsession. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Tristan, and he knew it. I fully expected him to take advantage of that knowledge. He knew the power he had over me. But I didn't care. It didn't change how I felt about him.
I was his office manager or executive assistant, or however you want to describe it. He ran a busy construction company he'd inherited from his mother's brother. He bid the jobs and sent crews to various worksites. Supervised all aspects of the business, while I manned the phone, did the entire payroll, and everything that entails. I kept the office running smoothly. I am very organized and detail oriented, so I loved this job. He was inside with me most mornings before setting out for the day about midmorning, to return late in the afternoon. On paper, my quitting time was five o'clock. In reality, however, it was never earlier than six or six thirty.
I'd always liked wearing short skirts and blouses, which is exactly what Tristan liked me to wear. Only he asked me not to wear any underwear, which to be perfectly honest, was alright by me. No panties to ride up or down all day. No constricting brassieres. I thoroughly enjoyed dressing for him. The best part was knowing that any time, he could come up behind me and hold me in his arms, or as I stood next to him at the desk, he'd talk to me and while I'm concentrating on what he's telling me to do, he's running his fingertips upward on my inner thigh.
We were careful not to be caught in compromising positions during working hours. But it was our habit to come to the office earlier than was really necessary and stay later than everyone else would have a reason to.
Anyway, like I said, I would do anything for this man, and he knew it. So we fell into a kind of game to wile away the tediousness of office confinement. He would ask me to do something for him, and I would do it. I knew it was like some kind of test, but I didn't care. I was madly in love.
One morning shortly after I started working for him, he came in with doughnuts. I had to apologize; I'm not much of a doughnut person. "I don't like to eat too early in the morning." Is what I replied when he asked me.
"You mean, I stopped for doughnuts and stood in line and you don't want any?"
"I'm sorry, Tris, but you can save one for later when I'm hungry. All I want first thing in the morning is coffee."
"Well, suppose I ask you to just kiss my ass first thing in the morning, would you go for that?"
"Considering I've already had my coffee, yes, I most certainly would kiss your ass if you asked me to." He gave me a funny look, turned around, unfastened his belt and his jeans. And in less time than it takes to write this, his jeans and shorts were pulled down and I was facing his naked ass.
Wow! I would've given my eye teeth for this opportunity in High School. But I guess some things really are worth the wait. I guess I surprised him, too, because without another word, I just leaned in and started stroking, and kissing and massaging and kissing his ass. I kissed every square inch of it, being in no hurry to stop.
Finally I did, and he turned to show me how his cock was standing out straight, demanding my attentions. "I suppose you'd rather kiss and suck on my cock than have a doughnut?"
"Yes, sir, I most certainly would. You're getting to know me pretty well." He chuckled at this as I began kissing and sucking on his cock, pulling him into my mouth and giving my full attention with vigor.
"Stand up." He pulled me to my feet, hiked up my skirt, which of course, had nothing underneath, and proceeded to push his large lovely cock into my wet and willing pussy. Oh, my, this was nice. Did I tell you I love this job?
On rainy days, you would've thought there'd not be much to do. The work crews got a day off, and when it's really pouring and Tris can't be out checking job sites, he was of course, in the office with me. He'd turn and say, "Hey, Emily. How about you go topless for the day?"
Well, he didn't have to ask me twice. He knew I would do anything he asked. And really, as a boss, he was good to work for anyway. Not nit-picky enough to be standing over my shoulder constantly. He trusted me and knew I knew what I was doing. Anytime he was standing over me, it was for perhaps reading over what I was reading, while his hands were caressing my large breasts. My nipples especially loved the attention.
"You have the most magnificent breasts, you know that?"
