I wrote this months ago for Oscar but never published it. Now I see that he has convinced a few others to write similar stories. I was asked to publish it.
Irene's New Boss
As I rode along in the crowded bus bunched with the other passengers into downtown Barcelona, in my mind, I was going over the conversation I had last night with my husband and was getting more irritated as every second went by. At last the bus screeched to a stop, my stop and I exited the rear doors, only to be surrounded by a cloud of diesel smoke. Trying to dash away from it, it made my tits bounce and ass sway across the tight material of my dress. Oscar loved that my dress accentuated my lovely breasts and clung to my waist and hips, stopping a few inches above my knees. Nylon stocking covered legs sparkled in the morning light and my shiny black patent leather high heel shoes made my short 5'3" seem taller and sexier. But then again, a lot of men prefer a slightly Rubenesque woman over some Barbie want-a-be.
Part of me was proud that the construction crew working on the office building two doors before my office took immediate notice of me, a lovely 47-year-old MILF walking their way. I definitely didn't look that old, maybe 30 if that. Most of them stopped what they were doing, and ogled me like they do a lot of the pretty women that walked down the sidewalk in front of their jobsite.
The handsome young man with the barrel chest wearing his blue hardhat stepped out onto the sidewalk and said loudly as I walked by, though I was not really paying any attention to the guys working there, "Hola preciosa, creo que me estoy enamorando de ti.!" (that translates to, "Hello gorgeous, I'm think I'm falling in love with you."
I shook my head and rather loudly said, "Probecito, supongo que tendras que volver a usar tu mano esta noche" (which is Poor baby, I guess you're just going to have to use your hand again tonight.) The rest of the construction crew laughed as I turned to continue to walk to work.
Then the young man cupped his crotch and yelled, "Hey, Chiquita, let me show you what a REAL man can do for you!" as he shoved his hips obscenely at me. I turned to see him thrusting as if he were taking long strokes into some imaginary lover. I blushed and picked up my pace, quickly made my way into my office, rushing to my desk and fell into my chair, shaking and muttering under my breath.
'Is that all men thought about was sex?' I thought. 'What was it with Oscar? What had made him so obsessed with the idea of me having sex with another man lately?
Not just having sex, he wanted me to have sex with a man that had a larger penis than he did. And not just a little bigger. The men in the videos were huge. Oscar had bookmarked quite a few videos on his computer and hooked it up to our television in the bedroom and after he was sure their daughters were asleep. He would set the thing up and play if and try to get me turned on by playing with me and telling me how much I would enjoy it.'
'How could these wives, these putas (whores), do the things in front of their husbands and their husbands were encouraging them?' I thought. It turned my stomach. I had been married to Oscar for more than 15 years now. We had gone to high school together but then lost contact with each other. Then eight years later, we happened to meet at a party and I immediately liked what I saw. He was handsome, charming, caring, polite, in other words, everything a girl could want in a husband and I was looking for a man I could have babies with.'
'Don't get me wrong, it wasn't just my biological clock going off, I really did like Oscar. I had only dated three other guys in high school and two of them rushed to get into my panties so they didn't last long. Oh, I almost let Juan, I wanted to so much. I used to give him hand jobs while he would suck on my titties and finger me but when he tried to pull down my panties, I could hear my abuela (grandmother) say, "Nieta, ponte las bragas hasta que el sacerdote firme tu licencia de matrimonio o te quemarΓ‘s en los fuegos del infierno. In other words, "Granddaughter, keep your panties on until the priest signs your wedding license or you will burn in the fires of hell."
Darn her anyway. I would pull Juan's hand out of my panties and then he would try to get me to go down on him. I always refused.
"Not getting much work done this morning, are we Irene?" I heard Izzy say from behind me. I turned to see my best friend Esmeralda standing there shaking her head. I hadn't even turned on my computer or logged in.
I quickly turned it on and then asked, "Need something Izzy?" as I opened my email and checked if there was anything pressing that I needed to take care of.
Izzy stepped up behind me and began to rub my neck and shoulders and asked, "What's bothering you Irene? Something seems to have its' hold over you."
As I opened my file cabinet to get out the info on a couple of customers that I wanted to contact about increasing their policies, Izzy asked, "Irene, why don't you let me take you to lunch today so we can talk? You know, girl to girl. I think there's something you need to tell someone, I'm available and can keep my mouth shut."
She stood there watching me for an answer, my eyes looking at the floor. I pursed my lips and nodded then she hugged me. I sat back down, called the clients and continued my work. At 11:55 Izzy walked over to me, saying "Grab your purse I have a taxi waiting."
"A taxi? I asked, "Where are we going?" She just smiled and pulled me towards the door.
As we stepped out onto the sidewalk, Mr. Blue hardhat was walking our way. He smiled like a kid in a candy store and said, "Hey Chica, when you come over are you bringing your friend?" We hopped in the back seat of the cab; Izzy gave the driver the directions then turned to me and said, "Who's your young friend, damn, he's hot." I just shook my head at her. We made the short drive down to the seaside, and went into Maria's, a quaint fish shop and restaurant on the dock by the bay. I picked up the lunch menu everything looked so good, I was having trouble deciding.
From behind me this young waitress came over and asked, "What will you two have?
Before I could answer, Izzy told the girl, "Tell the chef, two Izzy specials if you would, please." I checked the menu again but found much on their listing and then I sat it down, looked at Izzy and asked, "Do I want to know what an Izzy special is? She just smiled. A few minutes later, the cute waitress brought out two very large glasses of Sangria with slices of oranges, limes on skewers topped with fresh strawberries and several Maraschino cherries, placing them our table.