I was so excited about my first real job since I got out of college. The company was big and I knew that if I did my job well I could retire from here very well off financially. For the first couple of months everything was going great. My coworkers were nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier. But, as with all things in life, there were going to be some bumps in the road. And, as it turned out, my bump was going to be Mrs. Taylor.
Mr. Taylor was the CEO of my company and his wife also held a very high position in the company. From what I heard they started this company fresh out of college and built it into a solid company by the time they were in their mid forties. As luck would have it a bigger kid on the block wanted to buy up the competition and the Taylor's company was the one they targeted first. Rumors had it that the buyout made them both very wealthy and the new management wanted to keep them around for at least ten more years.
The Taylors were a great set of bosses. They treated the employees very well and everyone had a lot of respect for them and what they had done, including yours truly. I almost viewed them as sort of surrogate parents. The only problem was I was starting to develop a huge crush on Mrs. Taylor. She was a very beautiful older woman. She had a body that was curved by the years, but very sexy curves. I would guess her to be about 145 lbs, dark brown hair, big tits, and a sexy set of green eyes that seemed to burn to your very soul.
At first I didn't notice how sexy she really was, but as I started to take note of her through the months I became more and more attracted to her. She wore business suits to work that were pretty conservative. I loved the times when she would have me work on an assignment that caused me to report directly to her. The day she finally had me wrapped around her finger was on one such occasion. I was working on a very high profile report and she had called me into her office to review what I had done so far. I gazed at her while she reviewed it and took time to notice every aspect of her beauty. I was thinking to myself that this had to be the sexiest older woman I had ever seen. Until Mrs. Taylor I had never really thought about women that much older than me.
I must have been daydreaming about her when she said, "Brian did you hear what I just said?"
"Uh, I'm sorry Mrs. Taylor what was that again?"
"Brian I need you focused on this assignment. Is that going to be a problem for you?"
"No ma'am not at all."
She walked around the desk with the report in her hand. She leaned over to show me something in the report when I noticed that her blouse was open and I had a full view of her magnificent tit right in my face. She wore a pink satin bra with lace trim. I also noticed that her nipples were straining against the material. Oh how I would love to release them and suck them into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop staring, but I had grown to be so fond of her I just couldn't make myself to look away. The words coming from her mouth we just blah, blah, blah. All I was doing was admiring her tits. I realized that I was starting to get hard which made me nervous. What would I say if I tented my pants right there in front of her? I had to look away. But my gaze just kept coming back to her tits. I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock straining against the leg of my pants. I hoped Mrs. Taylor hadn't noticed it as well. How embarrassing.
I was in trouble. I almost sported a full on hard on in front of my boss whose husband is also my boss. What if she saw it? Would they fire me for that? And what am I going to do about the report we just reviewed. I didn't pay a damn bit of attention as to what she wanted me to work on. All I could do right now is rush to the bathroom and release my aching cock from the confines of my pants. I sat the report on the edge my cubicle and went straight there. I just needed to stroke it a couple of times and think about Mrs. Taylor' sexy breasts. Oh god it felt so good, but it was so bad.
I was about to lose my load when I heard the door open to the restroom. Oddly when the person walked into the room it sounded like the clicking of a woman's heels. I was frozen like a deer in headlights. Who was that? No woman would be in here. This is the men's restroom.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach when I heard, "Brian are you in there?" shit it was Mrs. Taylor. She must have followed me in here. What the hell is she doing in here?
"Um...um. Yes Mrs. Taylor."
"Well what are you doing in there? I don't hear anything."
"I ...I just haven't been able to start yet. That's all."
"Brian are you lying to me? I think you are. I think you're in there stroking your cock."
What the hell. How in the world did she guess or think that?
"What?" I asked surprised.
"Come on Brian I noticed you looking down my shirt. Staring at my tits, and I also noticed you getting hard in your pants." She said with a giggle.
"No I swear Mrs. Taylor I was just going to the bathroom. Honest."
"Brian you don't have to lie about it. As a matter of fact, I don't like employees who lie to me. Now open the door."
I was so busted. What the hell is she going to do to me? I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants, but that was like trying to put a square peg into a round hole. Reluctantly I slowly opened the door to the bathroom stall. She stood there with her hands on her hips and just looked down at my crotch.
"I knew it! You dirty little man. I want to see you in my office at the end of the day. Do you understand?"
I lowered my head in shame and weakly said, "Yes Mrs. Taylor."
I was absolutely worthless the rest of the day. I even packed up some of my things because I just knew that I was walking into a firing that afternoon. My dick always seems to get me into trouble somehow. And it really fucked up big this time. I guess that is the curse of being well hung and horny all of the time. I just can't believe I screwed up the best job I have ever had. How would that look on my resume? Fired from last job because the boss caught me jerking off? Who would ever hire me? Washed up at thirty.
About five minutes before five Mrs. Taylor' AA came to my desk and said, "Mrs. Taylor would like to see you now."
