Summary: 50th birthday boy gets presents from hot employee.
Note 1: This is a special one day special event challenge ON THE JOB where the entire story must take place at work.
Note 2: This is dedicated to Roger, who inspired the story.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing.
ON THE JOB: A WICKED LOVE/LUST STORY
"Is that proposal finished?" I asked Victoria in the break room as I grabbed a coffee.
"Just done," she replied as she stirred her own coffee, her tight black skirt showcasing her amazing ass very nicely. "It's on my computer, up and ready for your perusal."
"Great! I'll go take a look at it in a few minutes," I said, her blue eyes always drawing me in as did the exotic results of her Russian, Irish and Polish ancestry, which had blended together to create an utterly beautiful olive-skinned woman, the dark skin tone really making those blue eyes pop. Her being a redhead only enhanced her beauty, which was topped off by her vivacious determination and a bald-faced bluntness I also appreciated.
Truth was, if she weren't twenty years younger than I (twenty-two to be exact... she was twenty-eight, and I was turning fifty in a couple of days) and if I didn't have a policy against dating coworkers, I'd be so into her.
"Sounds good," she said as she slipped her foot in and out of her heel, something she did all the time... unknowingly teasing me with her perfectly painted red toenails augmented by her sheer mocha-shade hosiery.
I stared at her foot a little too long before going to chat with Michael about a parts order that needed to be finalized ASAP.
I slyly adjusted my hard cock after I turned away, nylon-enhanced feet being my kryptonite cherry on top, to mix metaphors (and home planets) and they were able to get me from flaccid to ready for action in The-Flash-like speed. Truth was, although it was no secret, few people at the office knew the real reason behind my dress code of semi-formal business attire.
Men wore a dress shirt and tie (sport or suit jacket optional, but a proper tie, not the nerdy look of a bowtie or the country look of a bolo tie), dress pants and dress shoes. I was always in a suit, although often during the day I'd remove the jacket.
Women were to be in a dress or skirt and blouse with pantyhose (or other nylon stockings) with heels (a minimum of three inches).
Only a couple of employees had ever questioned this rule; I paid everyone well enough that few of them ever questioned minor things, but when asked, I clarified that we always needed to look professional, as selling luxury vehicles is all about appearances. I pointed out car shows, where everyone was invariably dressed to the nines. Truth was, a good-looking and well-dressed woman, or a good-looking man in a tie was all an inherent part of the allure of a well-presented car show, and I wanted to present a similar image at my Ferrari dealership.
An urgent issue in the Service Department over a malfunctioning piece of equipment, followed by two phone calls and a question from a salesman later, I was heading to Victoria's office during her lunch break.
I wasn't sure if she'd left it up for me, but I sat down at her desk and clicked on one of the 'file-open-but-minimized' icons on the bottom. To my surprise, the one I pulled up wasn't the proposal she'd been working on, but an erotic story.
A story called 'Boss's Big Dick'.
My eyes went wide. First, the discovery that she was reading porn at work. I mean I did too, but it was on my phone instead of a company computer, and mine was usually quick scans on twitter. There were quite a few twitter feeds that entertained me throughout the day... and some of those were of an erotic nature.
What can I say? I work ten hours a day, and sometimes I just need to chill. It's one of the reasons I have a lock on my office door.
The title alone intrigued me.
I
was her boss.
I
had a big cock, although I'd never waved it around where Victoria could check it out. Eight inches and thick.
Of course the story's title could have been a complete coincidence; but the fact remained that Victoria had worked for me for years, and we were definitely friendly. Not flirty, but friendly.
We were both singles raising kids. She'd had a child young, I'd had my two later in life, resulting in all three children being similar ages, in their tweens or early teens.
So we often chatted about the challenges of single parenting (her ex being a useless asshole who left her years ago, and my very loving wife having passed away a few years ago from cancer).
I'd been pleasantly surprised to find Victoria very supportive when I tentatively shared with her that my daughter wanted to transition into becoming a boy. We'd had some long and fruitful after-hours conversations where she helped me come to grips with the reality I would no longer have a daughter. During these conversations I wasn't being her boss, but I was her struggling friend who needed some tough love to get his head on straight and to her credit, she really let me have it.
It was very hard for me at first, struggling to think of my baby girl no longer as a girl, but as a (very courageous, Victoria pointed out) boy as Victoria helped me work through it. My... my
elder son
... was already dressing and otherwise presenting himself as a thirteen-year-old boy. She convinced me not only to go along with it, but also to tell... him... that when he was ready to look into hormonal treatments and surgery if that's what he wanted, I'd be there for him and yes of course, I'd pay for it. Victoria was a great friend, and once I'd gotten used to the idea, my son Kelly (my late wife and I had chosen what turned out to be a fortunate name) often expressed how grateful he was for my support.
So faced with the questionable story on her desktop I should have just minimized it and found the proposal I'd come in for, but curiosity got the best of me and I started reading it.
By the time I got to page two, my cock was hard as a rock. The plot was about a secretary who's sexually submissive to her attractive boss, who has a massive cock. And of course I'd be lying if I pretended I hadn't indulged in hundreds of jerk off sessions thinking about fucking Victoria.
As I read, I couldn't help but imagine Victoria being the secretary and myself being the big-dicked boss even though it took place at a law office and not a car dealership.
I mean I may be almost fifty, but I'm still good looking, partly because of my French-Hawaiian ancestry. At 5'11" and 215 pounds, I still have an athletic build that hadn't faded much since my college days as a star running back before a knee injury ended my NFL dreams.
"Does that work?" Victoria asked as she entered her office. Continuing around the desk before I could move a muscle, she then gasped, "Oh, God!"
I tried to act like I'd found this a moment ago as I flimflammed, "This is some interesting workplace reading."
She reached over to claim her mouse and clicked the X on the app to close it as she apologized, "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," I said as I stood up.
"It isn't; I'm mortified!"
I said casually, amused by an unintentional meaning of what I was saying, "It's no big deal."
"Oh my God, you were even reading it," she gasped, now even more mortified.
"I was on page two," I admitted. "I thought it was a pretty good story so far."
"Oh my God!" she repeated.
"I think Sarah said the same thing when her boss first pulled out his umm... penis," I teased, for some reason enjoying seeing this new side of the always confident, always in control Victoria, but also trying to relax her a bit.
Noticing I wasn't pissed, she asked, looking at me amused, "Did you just use the word 'penis'?"
"Yeah. What would you say?"
"If we weren't at work, I could give you a dozen words I'd use instead."
"Then it's too bad we're at work," I commiserated, going to the door. "But about the other thing. Why don't you just email me the proposal?"
"Okay," she said, relieved not to be in trouble after being caught reading porn on her work computer.
"Although perhaps you should close your blinds so no else sees what you're doing when you're on break," I teased.
"Good tip," she said, shaking her head, "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"
"Oh, I'm not going to make it a BIG deal," I said, stressing the word.
She surprised me when she countered, gazing directly at the tent in my pants, "Perhaps you
