One of the benefits of writing stories for Literotica is the feedback one gets after its posting.
Not every e-mail is satisfying — in fact, some are downright insulting. I learned early on, however, I can just write from the heart, from experiences and with a little literary judgment. Of course it is great when you receive a complimentary note or constructive feedback.
In this regard there have been several wonderful people who've written feedback on my stories, people who I have had the opportunity to correspond with, discuss my work, and, over time, used their feedback in subsequent writing efforts.
Some of these folks have completed my fun, anonymous, little survey of what's going on in their life. Still others have asked me to continue writing about my affair with a former boss, while others wanted me use my imagination to try new topics.
I have written about my affair because, if I have to admit, it's easy writing about something which is etched in one's memory bank. I don't have to use the imagination to come up with unique settings, ways of playing around, and so forth, because I merely write about things which have happened over the last seven or eight years in real life.
Of course, there's a little bit of literary license in each of the stories as I — or my wonderful friends who edit these things, Cynthia or Benedict (both think I'm so BAD for writing about my love life, but both never turn me down when I ask for their opinions, go figure).
One of my favorite e-mail friends, Carrie, is a soul mate of sorts because she has been there. Carrie, as I joke with her, Carried on with her former boss for more than three years, finding her way into sexy and sexually satisfying situations. She, like I, broke up with our bosses when it became evident the relationship wasn't going anywhere and "he" wouldn't be leaving his wife.
For those of you who've read my other stories, you know that I've since gotten into a good relationship with a guy, but that I've strayed back to rendezvous with my former boss on numerous occasions.
We will leave it to the psychologists to figure that out, but let's just say I'm a big girl and I know what I am doing. In any event, Carrie and I were reminiscing recently, sharing a night on the instant messenger, when she we began trading stories about how hot the early part of our relationships with our boss lover's were. The sneaking of precious moments out of the prying eyes of co-workers in the building, sneaking kisses at lunch after looking around to ensure we couldn't be seen.
In this conversation we somehow got on to the topic of "close calls," where our little tet a tet meetings were nearly revealed. Usually it was because we had been careless, but there were times when things just happen. Carrie is a nurse, and her boss was a doctor, and the two were caught making love about 1 a.m. when another nurse walked in on she and her lover in a hospital room they were borrowing for a tryst.
They were moving and shaking in the missionary position when Carrie noticed the door open and attempted to alert and push off the doctor. He was lost in the act and continued his thrusting for several seconds before being shocked himself.
Nothing bad came of the discovery and lovemaking observation, but she did think that everyone in the hospital knew about the affair, even if that wasn't really the case.
"I just thought every time I caught someone looking at me they were saying to themselves, "There's Carrie, she's sleeping with Dr. Whoever." Still, every time someone looked at her for even a moment she thought they knew she was a bad girl.
Laughing at her story, I told one of my own, and Carrie said it would be a great story to tell. So for Carrie, and you my readers, here it is.
After the seduction of K. Linford Little in his office, I couldn't stop thinking about the man my senior. It was hard working right outside his office knowing that he was alone inside. But as any of you in this situation knows, any careless behavior will quickly be observed by someone, and that isn't a good thing in an era of claims of sexual harassment, to say nothing about wives finding out about their philandering husbands.
Let me set the stage. Mr. Little had a corner office on the fourth floor of our building. It was a nice size, not a ballroom but with enough room to easily host a staff meeting of four or five people when necessary. There was a walnut desk with two matching chairs as well as a small table with three chairs.
Outside the office was my cubicle, and to the side a small reception area which contained a loveseat, arm chair and coffee table. Right down the hall, 15 feet away or so, was another administrative assistant who supported two managers in offices on either side of her.
Whenever one of us required a bathroom (or in her case, smoke) break, or needed to run some documents around the building, whatever, the other admin assistant would cover the telephones.
Mr. Little had been frisky on the day in question, hinting all morning that he'd like to have me satisfy a certain urge of his. I laughed and teased him. Once, after dropping his mail on his desk, I quickly ensured nobody was in view, moved to the side, bent over, and lifted my skirt to show him my snug bright red panties.
He buzzed in in a couple times and ask me to take dick-tation, but I merely laughed the request off and teased him some more. I didn't think he was serious, heck, there were people in and out of the office all morning and such an act, even behind closed doors, would have possibly raised questions.
Before the seduction I would sit in his office, taking notes, whatever, and sometimes it would be with the door closed and never thought anything about it. One I blew him that first time things changed. Now I was a little self-conscious whenever I was behind closed doors with him, because of course I didn't want someone to find out about our affair.
Mr. Little and I would reserve our "persona;" time together during lunch hours and after work, although we'd sometimes both arrive very early for work and start the day with a (sly wink) bang or stay late and have fun together. I loved our oral quickies, and enjoyed satisfying the man I had grown to love. Once, though, several months into our relationship and before we knew that it was imperative to continuously be careful, we threw a little caution to the wind.
