Bill was very aware of the sexual tension between him and Chantel Even though he was the boss at the office, and it was not appropriate for him to have a relationship with a temp just working there for the summer...the two had hit it off almost immediately. They had flirted at lunch, in the hallways and at office events.
Although there was a 14 year age gap, Bill and Chantel were both used to attention from the opposite sex. Bill was 6'2" tall and had piercing blue eyes. He was quite fit with a swimmer's build. Although the office was casual, Bill always dressed sharp with crisp shirts and perfectly shined shoes. Chantel was a 23 year old Eurasian who had been called a 'slutty Olivia Munn' by more than one friend. She had always enjoyed attention and been quite flirty. Chantel didn't dress inappropriately for a girl her age, but her curves definitely attracted attention, especially in warmer weather when she regularly wore short skirts with no stockings.
At an office happy hour Chantel had finally admitted she was really crushing on Bill. She admitted she couldn't stop fantasizing about him taking her over his office desk. Despite all his urges Bill reminded her he was happily married. He told her that he had also thought about her many times but he just couldn't...wouldn't cheat. Chantel bit her lip and looked him in the eyes as if daring him not to take advantage. Finally she stuck out her tongue, kissed Bill on the cheek and left him there alone. Bill jacked off thinking about Chantel twice that night but was proud he had stayed true.
Against all odds they got past this, and continued to be flirty friends. For a while Chantel liked it better this way...she could be a tease with the hottest guy she worked with and not suffer the consequences of problems at the office. When she would wear a short summer skirt to the office, she would do it knowing it would drive Bill crazy.
The two weren't alone again until a Friday night Happy Hour a couple of months later. Everyone else had headed home and with a few drinks in her, Chantel told Bill that she had always had a thing for older men, especially bosses. She could see that Bill was excited by the idea so she told him about her first job, working at a deli. She was 18 at the time, the owner 34.
"When I interviewed he did not hide the fact that he was checking me out and I...let him. I liked that I could use my sexuality to get the job I wanted and he loved that I was using it."
Bill leaned in, his mouth open a little. Just to torture him Chantel took a long sip of her Chardonnay before continuing.
"The first day I wore a skirt I knew was a little too short and as I expected the owner, his name was Tony, lapped it up. We worked in tight quarters behind the counter, but Tony used that to brush his body against mine, to touch me when he walked past."
Bill nodded, his eyes imploring her to continue.
"I didn't mind at all. It was just the two of us at the shop and the flirting helped the days go by faster. Soon I was pushing my ass back when he walked behind me, sometimes feeling him harden. His hands were now regularly on my ass behind the counter, especially when there were no customers. I started to fantasize about him all the time."
Chantel was back there in her mind now, remembering how exciting those days were, but she caught Bill registering that she must have fantasies like this about the two of them and gave him a sly smile.
"One day I was rushed to close up and left some things out...I was rushing off to see a boy. The next morning when I came in Tony took me to the back room, pointed out my sloppiness and asked me to explain. I mumbled something but before I finished he sat on a chair, and pulled me over his lap. Before I could process what was happening he pulled up my skirt and started to swat my ass cheeks."
Chantel knew Bill was hard now just from hearing her story as she could see him shift in his chair, She didn't let up.
"I wriggled and protested at first but quickly gave in. When he stopped for a moment I apologized and he rubbed my ass tenderly. I was so horny I thought about fucking him right then, but we heard the bell to the front door jingle. Tony leaned forward and whispered in my ear for me to go answer. I started to obediently get up but he pushed me back down, pulled my panties off completely, lightly swatted my bare ass, then told me to go."
"He could have bent me over the counter and fucked me in front of the customers and I would have let him. I was so wet."
Chantel took in the look of Bill with his mouth open, loving the sweet torture of her story.
"Tony must have known he could have me any time he wanted but he didn't. Instead he let things build even more. He told me I was not to wear panties any time I was working there. Specifically I needed to take them off as soon as I arrived and hang them on a nail by the door in the back room. I never questioned him...I was turned on to show him how obedient I could be. The first day after the new 'rule' I got to work early to open the store. With nobody there I still felt slutty taking off my panties in the back and hanging them as instructed. I got wet just in anticipation of my boss arriving. He smiled when he saw me and then saw my little panties hanging. He told me to prove I was not wearing any and I turned and raised my skirt, showing him my bare ass. I thought he might fuck me right there, but he walked over, gave my ass a swat and a squeeze and told me what a good girl I was."
"That first day of being pantieless in my little skirt....serving the customers who had no idea...I was wet all day. Of course Tony would let his hand slide up and grope when the store was quiet...I loved being manhandled by him...showing him I was his. We had daily deliveries and that day the guy arrived late, after lunch. He was a young black guy, a little shy. He brought the stuff to the back and saw my panties hanging there. He hesitated, but asked my boss where they came from. My boss laughed and asked me to come in from the front. He asked me to tell the guy, his name was Daryl, where they came from. I blushed but he pushed and I told Daryl...'They are...mine...'"
