Where I am from you rarely saw those of white and black races mix. As a teen my attraction to white boys only went as far as their physical appearance. There was no interest to be with one intimately, however. I have gotten older, though, and my tastes in men have changed. My views on mixed relationships become more open and acceptable. Especially when I met my boss, Avery McKennly.
I began working for Brockman, Harrison, and McKennly Advertising five years ago as a secretary. Because Avery was the youngest of the three partners, at the age of 34, I spent more time with him than the others. Their time was mostly spent playing golf, leaving Avery to do most of the work. We had a great relationship. Serious most of the time but would occasionally flirt when no one noticed. Every day I spent with him increased my attraction. I couldn't really explain to you what it was that turned me on about him. He wasn't the typical man I would be drawn to. His professional mannerism and outgoing personality always seemed to make me wet. However, that wasn't the only reason. It took three long years before I even noticed that he felt the same way about me. I began to notice the long stares at my 36C breast and typical black woman backside. I always tried to wear professional outfit that gave a hint to my petite shape. He definitely wanted me and I was determined to let him know I wanted him too.
The day my dream came true was after a long, but typical day at work. At least it was for me. All day Avery was in a meeting with his partners discussing a new, but very important client. He had asked for me to stay overtime to help him prepare for his presentations the next day. I was more than happy to oblige. I ordered Chinese food for the occasion.
Throughout the day I anticipated our after hours session. Hoping that I would finally get my chance. Usually I would go home dripping wet and in the need of satisfying myself. I would be far beyond the need of a cold shower. In fact, throughout the day, I found myself massaging my swollen clit under my desk as I watched him go from one office to another. The more I watch the clock, the slower time became and the more excited I got.
It took thirty-five minutes after five for the office to be free of any witnesses. Just enough time for me to calm down just a little, gather my paperwork, and warm our casual meal. I locked the office doors, checked the terminals, turned off the lights, and walked to his partially opened door. There he was typing away at his computer and occasionally rubbing his baldhead or his golden brown goatee. I quietly placed the food tray on his antique Oakwood desk filled with papers and folders. The entire time he did not look my way. I sat down in front of his office mess and crossed my legs showing half of my thighs, then waited patiently. He looked gorgeous sitting there in his beige shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Occasionally, licking his lips as he continued to stare and work his computer.
It seemed like hours before he spoke. Still not looking my way he handed me a folder, "First thing, Bre, I need you to go through this file and help me sort out the information. We will need to place the important information on top."
I placed my paperwork on the floor beside my chair and reached for the folder with extreme disappointment. It was business as usual. I began to casually look through the folder until I decided to take matters into my own hands. "Avery? Uh, let's have a bit before the food gets cold. Chinese food should only be nuked once. After that it's just not the same." I smiled as I reached for the Teriyaki Chicken and fork.
Avery took a deep breath and slowly turned in his black leather chair giving me direct eye contact for the first time. From this view I could see his frustration. "I am sorry, Bre. With all this planning for the new client and all, I have been very uneasy."
"Well, take a break and relax," I handed him a box of Fried Rice, "Here. Eat this. I heard food can make you feel better when your stressed.." I placed the folder back on his desk along with my box of food. He smiled. With the box in hand he leaned back, "You're the best, Bre. I know I don't tell you that like I should, but it's true."
I rose from my seat and walked behind him, "Thanks, Avery. I could say the same about you." I took it upon myself to begin massaging his broad shoulders and neck. How firm and strong they felt next to my hands.
"Mmmmmmmmm. That feels so good."
