Wor Crush

Over the past seven years I've been working at the same magazine company and was rapidly promoted to the

Head of Layout and Design

position after three of them. My boss is a wonderful woman, Natali Rothan, who is, admittedly, quite attractive, poised, and stylish. She is also a very generous, understanding, and compassionate boss, which is part of why I haven't considered a different job since being hired. The other being that, if not clear yet, I have quite an implicit crush on her.

However, I know that boss-employee relationships are, more often than not, considered taboo, a degree more so than coworker relationships, let alone same sex relationships. Working in my own department often keeps us apart, fortunately but following the bi-weekly department heads meeting I often have to scurry to the lady's room, wait until it's void of anyone else, lock myself in a stall and masturbate, sitting atop the water tank, until I have the orgasm the sight of her initiated in me.

Pulling up my panties and straightening out my usual pencil skirt, I step out of the stall and thoroughly wash my hands so that no one catches the scent of pussy as I walk by their desk.

******

This happens to be Mandy Lintz's, Natali's personal assistant, last week before going on maternity leave. A small note, my name written on the outside in Mandy's cutesy handwriting, is left on my desk that reads;

Eydis-

Please stop by my office before leaving.

~ N. Rothan

My breath catches momentarily after reading so, then I regain my composure and continue on with my day.

I email a handful of companies about sending any updates or changes to their monthly advertisements by the required deadline so that our department has time to adjust layout and placement before publishing. Our latest intern brings me my large half-caf latte promptly at 2:40 as is routine to get me through the last few hours of my work day before I get off at five.

Peeping over Dakota's shoulder, our top layout editor, I remind her that one of the stores advertised is having a weekend blowout sale at the end of the month and to double check on the percentages listed that the prices will be cut by. I ask Rett to talk to marketing about finding us a few new businesses to buy ad space for as two, maybe three, of our oldest and most reliable clients are closing by the end of the fiscal year.

Checking the clock, I see it's already a quarter 'til four, surprised at how quickly time is flying. I watch as the employees power down their computers, clear off their desks for the night, and head out towards the elevators to the staff only parking. The only people remaining in the building are my boss, myself, two other department leads, clearly getting ready to end their day, and Neil, the janitor sporting his usual headphones to block out the quiet in the office as he cleans.

My computer shut off ninety-six seconds ago, though I'm feeling edgy about being alone with Natali seeing as 1) I've always had the rest of the lead team around me in meetings to draw her attention from me every few minutes, and 2) I don't know if our exclusive meeting is for praise or punishment.

Soon the office dwindles down to only the two of left, plus Neil. I take a deep breath then stand at my desk, brushing any little specks of lint or dust from my clothes, then walk to her office. Though mostly clear and innocent looking, there is something especially intimidating about the French doors of her private work space.

Working up some nerve, I lightly tap on the frosted glass and hear, "Come on in Eydis,". Opening the doors I see a sizeable room, three times the size of my own, with a handsome brown leather sofa, two tan suede chairs in front of a mahogany desk, and then I see her; the woman that makes my heart beat a little faster just by existing.

"Eydis, hello," she greets me, leaving an air kiss by each cheek. "Sit, sit," she says, gesturing to the tan chairs. As I do so, crossing my ankles and tucking them under the seat, she gets up from her desk, taking the empty chair beside me. "I suppose you heard that my husband and I completed our divorce early this year, yes?" she asks.

Reluctant for a minute I admit, "I heard something about that several months back, but I try not to believe gossip is true right away," clearing my throat.

"Well, Eydis," she said, "I now face a new issue that I'd like your help with,".

Perplexed, I answer, "Anything Miss Rothan,". She stands again, her pin stripe pants making her long legs look a thousand miles tall, rounding her seat and mine, perching herself on the corner of her desk.

She looks at me in a strange way, almost like analyzing and recording my image, then says, "Well you see, the particular reason our marriage ended was that over the final years, he felt that I was becoming gradually less dedicated to our relationship and a tad more distracted by someone else,".

"I'm so sorry Miss," I reply immediately.

"Oh, don't be," she responds, "he wasn't wrong,". Her hand reaches out to my knee, light at first, the slowly adding weight as she tenderly squeezes. I look down at her hand, still confused and in disbelief that what I'm hoping is true, then she continues, "Follow me Eydis," leading me from my chair to her couch, taking a seat at the opposite end just a foot or two away.

She looks me over again, before declaring, "I'm going to be very blunt with you as this is something that hasn't come up since my college days and I'm a bit uneasy about your reaction to what I have to say; I said that he wasn't wrong because the truth is that I was sidetracked and less concerned about him and I as a couple. But the thing that had me most baffled was that I was that my distraction was another female and in fact Eydis, it was you,".

Astounded and stunned by her confession, I studder, "I-I-I...I just...I don't...I..." unable to complete a thought!

"Shhhh," she coos, stroking my cheek, "I know. That's a lot to take in, I just want you to know that you're not at fault for our marriage ending, that's all on me. Please, take your time...,".

A few minutes of quiet pass before the thought occurs to me; "Did you know?"

Evidently startled and confused by my question she starts, "What do y--?"

"Did you know that I've had feelings for you since we met four years ago? That every time you wear that lavender perfume it makes my work day ten-fold harder because I can't think straight? Or how much I wish I had left this job before you joined the staff?" I ask, somewhat rhetorically, taking my seat on the couch again, not recalling ever getting up.

Inching closer to her and taking her hands in mine I mutter, "Did you know you have the most beautiful hair and skin and figure I've ever seen? Or the greatest laugh I've been lucky enough to listen too?" softly reaching up and cupping her cheek in my palm, pulling a few strands of hair behind her ear, then take a deep breath in, leaning towards her and put my lips to hers. A short second later I feel a little pressure from her hands on my chest, backing up only enough that our lips part, our foreheads and noses still touching.

"You are quite beautiful yourself," she whispers then leans into me again. Natali puts a hand on the beck of my head, pulling me in for another and then more. Tongue play comes natural to us, as if second nature. In just a few moments her work jacket is off, my hair is loose from its bun, and there is a hand on my thigh under my skirt. I instinctively inch closer, inviting more from her, but she slowly pulls back, asking in a quiet voice, "Are you sure Eydis?"

I pull my blouse loose from my waist and unlatch my skirt then answer, "Up to you, boss,".

Her arms encircle my body and pull me in even closer, my knee now between hers. Her womanly frame presses against mine as we kiss deep and passionately. I know I'm a bit out of practice but still manage to skillfully draw her tongue through my mouth, pinching and holding ever so gently with my teeth.

Natali breaks the kiss and begins to nibble down my neck very slowly, with little bitty bites and wet lips making me gaga! She loiters for a while on my breasts through my top, flicking my protruding nipples with the tip of her tongue, all the while rubbing and stroking my skin with her other hand. My blouse has rapidly grown too hot for me, and Ms. Rothan gladly assists me in untying and removing it.

Pressing my chest again, using a little more pressure this time, I rest my head on a cushion from behind me as she looms over me, a foot planted on the ground as the right leg is bent between my knees, those blue-green eyes arousing me further. Brushing some hairs from my face, she asks, "Would you mind if I take off your well-designed bra or would you rather do so?" before her question even finishes, I tell her, "The latch is in the front,". We lean together as I welcome her mouth with mine.

I moan onto her lips as I briefly feel her light fingers on my chest before her hands grasp my breasts. My hands jump to her chest where I start to squeeze her pair though the silky fabric of her top and bra. I'm sensing a direct link amidst my hands and pussy as I believe I just experienced a mini gasm when her nipple hardened under my hand. Breaking the kiss, Natali grumbles something sounding like, "You want them naked, don't you?" reaching behind herself with one hand to free her bra as I quickly work her top over her head.

Ms. Rothan's glorious ivory bra spills down her arms, so she raises each hand in turn to free it of the strapped garment, brushing the piece to the side, her enlarged B cups now dangling from her bare chest. I stare at the beautiful raspberries swaying before my eyes. I am now amidst a scenario I have only fantasized about numerous times over the years. Our bodies moving apart then together with firm resolve and insistence, our limbs completely intertwined with one another. Our bodies behave as if they know what to do without instruction or thinking. As her vulva brushes my own, I get on top of her and start dry humping like a lustful adolescent trying to milk every last moment of our sensual activity together, though this is not the interaction of amateurish juveniles despite the freshness of Natali's homosexuality.

Almost instantaneously we begin to undress each other of our bottoms. The first few seconds my naked flesh presses against that of this incredible woman, I am absolutely breathless. My back curves while I drive my bare pussy against my boss' and I feel her move to meet my every thrust. Our hands wander blindly about one another's bodies and limbs as we grind our damp arousal together.

Turning us over again, putting herself on top, I mistakenly presume our naughty mashing is to continue, however, I realize just how wrong I am when she flashes me that bawdy expression with the dirty gleam in her eyes.

As her kisses slowly travel from my lips to my chin, then my neck, then shoulders, I know exactly what she's got in store for me. My breathing changes to quick, short gasps as she treks down my au natural figure and I'm afraid I might make myself dizzy.

Her hands and mouth move down my being in a manner no male has ever managed. Natali Rothan instinctually touches, kiss, and strokes my body in a way that is in no way short of impeccable. If my toes could curl any tighter than they already have, they certainly would.

I raise my hips to meet hers, but she pulls back. As my desire becomes more evident, her malicious aim to lengthen 'us' is made clear. My hands pressing her toward where I want her most isn't even enough.

Just when I'm about to give up, Natali stands tall and repositions herself in a way to thrill us both!

There is no reluctance or hesitation on her part as my mind's eye watches that immodest tongue slip through the lips of my pussy. I innately grab both ass cheek and pull her sensational treasure onto my face.

In mere minutes I have an astounding moment of understanding, awareness, and recognition of what it is to have a beautiful craving mouth between my legs in the same instant that the lips of her own sex are pressing against mine. It's in that prolonged minute that we share a sense of investigation and consideration that rapidly becomes a rhythm that levels our innocence. Soon I notice that she and I have begun to unknowingly mirror each other's procedure; lapping our tongues up and down or side to side. As I insert my first finger and then another, she does as well.

With her echoing my actions, I realize I can easily inspire her to do as I want by first doing so to her. The sensation of being inside a pussy other than my own is mind-blowing in itself. I start licking her clit faster as her inner muscles shudder around my fingers. She and I both know the inevitable is nearing. Our bodies writhe and squirm against the carnality produced by our tongues and fingers. There is no way of misinterpreting the second Ms. Rothan's body is over taken by orgasmic bliss and her bawdy response initiates that switch in my pussy that sends me right under those sexual waves with her!