It's been a month now since that meeting at Philip's (my boss) house. I had gone to bed extraordinarily happy though exhausted and woke up with enough fear that I might get into work and have the entire military forces ready to handcuff and jail me for what I'd done. Surprisingly, nothing. No lecture, no awkwardness from the boss, nothing out of the ordinary. I had gone about my work as if nothing had happened until today.
So, as a refresher, my boss has a 21-year old daughter. After his wife left them many years ago, he's been her sole caretaker and always expressed how important she was to him. I've only seen her once or twice at the office, a few more at their home when Philip sets meetings or just drinks for office camaraderie after work.
Katie was about 5'7, long slender legs, a tiny waist, a cute bump for an ass and quite significant mounds for breasts, from the looks of it, 34cs would be an appropriate guess. I could still vividly remember how full and firm they were in my hands that night. She had long, dark brown hair that had these natural curls at the ends and dark brown eyes to match. I always thought that she was hot even though I'd never seen her in tight, skimpy clothes, outside of her room that is.
That night, she was just so vulnerably and sexily exposed. The lace that touched the tops of her breasts, the strap of her teddy hanging off her shoulder, her nudity when I tore them off her... I looked around realizing my cock was starting to get hard just remembering her. I'm at work and on a desk that faced other desks, surrounded by glass walls. I scratched my head absent-mindedly, trying to refocus on the sketches I had to make. But all I could think of were her delicate moans and the trembling of her voice as she came. If only there could be a recap of it, I thought to myself. She's probably disgusted with me now though. It wasn't my intention to hurt her or to make real the threat I had said that night. Contrary to what had transpired, I wasn't a bad man, I grinned. I just could not resist having all of her that night.
I threw my pencil down hopelessly, burying my hands in my face. There was some chatter around the office all of a sudden, heels sounding on the floor, I look up and I thought I'd fallen off my chair. There she was, Katie, walking at her father's heels, in a loose, silk blouse that clung beautifully to her body, and a tight black skirt that just hugged at her ass, the ass I had made my way into that night. On her feet, black, shiny stilettos that could pass for an ice pick across my chest. Her hair was neatly tied back compared to that night when it was just a sexy mess. I stared as she passed, my vision of her like a split screen, a decent side and a wild naughty side.
To my surprise, she turned to me only for a second. There was no reaction that it left me curious as to whether she remembers or recognizes me at all from that night. The doors to Philip's office closed with them both and his personal secretary inside.
"Fuck, that is one hot daughter!" Stan, a colleague in my section said out loud. Stan was very much known for his treatment of women, he'd fuck any girl who messed with him or any girl that he admired, whether or not she would let him.
"I bet she rocks in the sack," another voice sounded out.
I started to refocus my attention to the work at hand, only to be called into Philip's office by his secretary, her name is Amy by the way, cute lady, in her late thirties, double D breasts, curvy hips, glasses. She smiled at me, sort of a flirty smile, as always.
My heart started thumping, maybe Katie remembered and is now on exposing my actions to the man I call "the boss", who's face must be bloody red with anger and ready to throw his numerous achievement trophies at me.
