When I crossed her bikini line with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land, it was the beginning of a new world.
It was much more than a physical boundary, where whether to wax or not is a big deal.
But, more importantly, it was a boundary between an employee and her boss. Julia's my boss, and now she's my lover. She's older than me, in her late thirties, but she has a great body. Every time I see her naked, I have an urge to eat her pussy or fuck her with the strap-on we bought at a place that sells sex toys.
When I was hired, she seemed a pain in the ass to me, a real bitch. But there was something about her that appealed to me.
At 5:30 one night, as the office emptied out , I asked her to join me for drink at the bar across from our office, so that we could get better acquainted. Julia looked me up and down, as if it were the first time she noticed me. Luckily, I'd worn my sexiest outfit, which showed my tits and ass to good advantage. Maybe she was lonely since her lover Louise left for L.A. I hoped that was true because I was also between lovers.
Julia looked pretty good to me, if she were able to unwind. I'd dreamt of getting her naked, and then using my tongue on her boobs, ass, and cunt - the usual thing. I'd been hoping to bed her, but the only way I could figure out to find out if she was responsive to me was to get her away from the office, to a pleasant place. I invited her to the bar , and she accepted, after a short delay.
After we ordered drinks, I leaned forward and put one hand, ever so gently, on her knee, under her short skirt. "If you don't mind my asking," I said. "Are you looking for someone special? That's what I'm doing."
Instead of answering my question, she said, "Are you trying to seduce me, Ann?"
I replied, "Sorry about the hand on your knee. It's an old habit of mine."
