A boss against a force of nature.
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Never test your willpower
I must have been suffering from some middle-aged male madness. It could have cost me my job. Thank God I'm not married anymore, otherwise I'd have been fucked all over again.
When I came to work on Friday morning. I expected it to be the usual boring day. Not one that shattered my moral code and threw away decades of managerial etiquette. I'll lay out my defence, such that it is, but truly there is no excuse but my weakness. As my staff arrived, I grumbled as I realised it was casual-Friday. One day a month where the staff could avoid regular office attire.
Which meant productivity would suffer. As 80% of my staff were young females, there would be a huge amount of chatting about what everyone was wearing. Throw in that it was summer, which would distract the males because of the extra skin on show. Add in this was always the last Friday of the month, meaning everyone had just been paid. So many of them would plan on drinks after work. It was almost not worth half of them coming in.
When I saw Jasmine, I knew it was worse than I thought. She was Middle Eastern, but had come with her family to the UK as a child. Her heritage had a mix of ethnicities that supermodels would envy. A genetic jackpot for her looks and figure. She'd only been in my department a few months, after her former manager, Colin, left the company suddenly. Her transfer to my team came with rumours that she was behind him leaving. But I figured that was just bitchy gossip from the girls, jealous of her looks.
I think she'd been transferred to my team because of my reputation towards my female staff. I was fair and even-handed. Never showed favourites and impervious to feminine wiles. She was quickly flirty with the few young men in my team, and I'd had to admonish more than one for inappropriate ogling at her desk. Something I feel dreadful about now after falling into the same trap myself.
My big meeting in the afternoon needed copies of a report printed and delivered to the other attendees, and Jasmine seemed to have been given that task. I walked past the printer room and froze as I saw her, bent over the printer and trying to clear a paper jam.
My brain skipped a gear and seemed to spin wildly, trying to regain my mental balance. Over more than 20 years as a manager, I'd never once ogled a member of staff. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a saint and I'm not gay. I've noticed an attractive girl or two, but I'd simply acknowledged that and moved on.
Jasmine seemed to have taken that skill and burned it in front of me. I've admitted she was beautiful and had the body of a goddess. Slim with modest breasts, a slim waist, but wide curvy hips. Tapering off to slim legs. All of which were on obvious display in her skin-tight jeans and loose blouse.
"Oh, sir, can you help me?" She gave me a look that set off red lights and sirens in my head.
The rumour I'd heard was that she'd seduced her former manager. He'd lost it and couldn't control himself around her. I'd dismissed that, as I knew Colin and he'd been happily married. But some sixth sense told me that if I entered the room, I'd be in trouble.
She shifted slightly, and it felt like someone just wired my libido into the mains. Her feet were slightly apart, and I could see where the four seams of her jeans joined at her crotch. It formed an 'X' my mind said was a target. All my years of self-control and ethics seemed to drain from me like I'd flushed them down the toilet.
The 'X' just seemed to project into my mind that it was the target for where my dick wanted to be. Insert dick here. It shocked me to my core. I'd never reacted so viscerally to any form of visual stimulation before. My divorce was almost 2 years ago and had killed my sex drive completely. OK, I'd had a few twinges of interest, but nothing like this.
It felt almost like an out-of-body experience as my feet decided to enter the room against my better judgement. The way her smile changed confirmed I'd made a mistake.
She twisted around slightly and looked at me more fully. In doing so, the open neck of her blouse hung open and drew my eyes in, like water running down a hill. It was inevitable, and I felt I could drown in there. The soft curve of her breasts revealed she was braless, and I could make out both breasts to almost her areola. But her pointed nipples through the blouse were just the icing on the cake.
I shivered as my mind projected the image of shooting my cum over those perfect breasts. I was shocked I'd even thought about that. But it was enough to get me to tear my eyes away. I knew she knew where I'd been looking, but you could tell she loved it. She was a temptress, and I'd fallen into her lair.
She was fumbling about trying to fix the printer until I'd had my eyeful. Nobody could be quite that incompetent with the printer, while waving the world's greatest arse at me. Her slim waist and curved hips and buttocks were perfectly designed to be gripped and pounded against.
"Sir, could you help me, please?" She asked and her voice was low and dripped with innuendo.
When I tore my eyes away, I saw she had seen me and had a suppressed smile at my reaction. Then she slowly looked down at my crotch and her smile widened. I was screwed. Should I just report myself to HR and empty my desk? Whatever I did, I should have walked away right that moment. But I didn't.
"I'm struggling to get it back in." She said and jiggled the paper tray pathetically.
But as she did it, she moved and pressed between me and the printer. Her hip brushed against my thigh, and I stood my ground. Incapable of moving, even though I would under any other circumstances.
"I think it needs a good hard thrust. Could you do that?" She asked, and her buttock moved to brush over my bulge.
I seemed incapable of anything else as I looked down and saw her buttocks press against my erection. Until it was lined up with my dick between them. She pressed backwards slightly, and I let out a low moan. In my mind's eye, I could see myself reaching out and gripping her hips and pressing deeper. Then tearing off her clothing and fucking her.
Instead, my phone rang, and I jumped back. The annoying ringtone saved me from doing something that would ruin my life. As I answered it, she stood and looked disappointed. I turned to go and noticed how easily she slid the paper tray back into the printer. Outside of the print room, I slipped into the nearest empty meeting room and sat to hide my erection while I took the call.
I caught Jasmine eyeing me as she came from the printer room and paused outside the office, but I tried to ignore her look. The call ended quickly, but I pretended it lasted longer to allow my erection to go away. Returning to my office, I found a copy of the report on my desk and a note from Jasmine. Saying she was going to hand deliver the rest of the copies.
Sitting, I gazed out the glass wall of my office and reviewed my kingdom. I could see twenty staff working away at their desks and wondered why Jasmine had affected me like that. In the last 15 years, I'd probably had over 100 employees under me. It was rare that anyone lasted over 3 years, and some a lot less.
She'd only been here a matter of weeks and I'd come so close to slipping and doing the unthinkable. My secretary Carol delivered a coffee and reminded me about my lunch meeting. I nodded, but my eyes were drawn past her as Jasmine returned to her desk and sat. She looked over and smiled. In my head, a neon sign flashed on that said the smile promised all the pleasures of the earth if I just signed on with the devil. Fuck.
"Carol, would you mind closing the blinds before you go? I need to get ready for the next meetings and don't want to be disturbed."
My secretary smiled and turned to fix the blinds. It was a surprise to see Jasmine's smile widen as she was blocked from view. It was like I'd admitted she'd got to me. Shaking my head, trying to rearrange my world order. I was the boss, not some girl, barely out of her teens.
