A Surprising Setback
It's time for you to check out this tiny short story that I've written from the perspective of her boss. This one aligns with the other three stories I've shared here. A big thank you to all of you for the feedback you've given me in the past, and if you have any suggestions or would like to collaborate, that would be fantastic!
The first time I laid my eyes on her, I didn't find her particularly attractive. She was lovely and had a curvy figure. However, I'd been in the retail industry for over twenty years, and employees would frequently join and leave. I didn't usually form close relationships with them. Those who were driven to achieve more or had specific goals, I'd help them.
But in retail, they're always coming and going. I'd been at my current job for nearly three years when I realized that all along, this one employee was different than the others. We had a connection that turned into a fling. Unfortunately, I brought it to an end prematurely.
"Good morning," she whispered as she looked up, giving a lingering glance as I walked in. This was typical of her, but today she wore a shirt that was a touch too revealing, leaving quite a bit of her cleavage on show for everyone's gaze.
"Hopefully so," I chuckled, shooting her a sideways grin as I moved past her to open my office door. Her unique scent, a mix of her perfume and her natural fragrance, was lovely. I missed it. It was her signature scent, and I recognized it - it reminded me of which aisle she'd been in and which rooms she'd passed through. There were times when I would think back to when I pressed my face into her breasts and smelled it deeply.
I left the door open as I put away my backpack and sat down at my computer. My office was plain and, to be honest, not exactly exciting. I had few possessions there, just a few mementos. I saw her come into the doorway and lean against it. She never fully entered the room.
"We already have three call-outs today, but not a surprise. It's Mother's Day." she said, her tone matter-of-fact. I nodded and gave her a half-smile.
"Thank goodness you're only here until 3PM then." She removed herself from the doorway, clearly exhausted of our small talk and the building tension. I was getting rock-hard just from her presence, and I couldn't help but think back to our fling in Vegas.
My cock was straining, desperate for release. Standing up in a hurry, I closed my office door, disregarding the fact that it almost slammed shut and frightened those at the reception desk. My zipper lowered and my pants unbuttoned as I returned to my seat, my impressive member springing out. Grabbing my phone, I navigated to the private photo gallery, and browsed through some of the pictures and videos she'd shared with me, her face not visible.
I gripped my member and gradually stroked, playing the first video. In it, she lay on the bed, completely exposed, with the Vegas skyline in the background, rubbing her hairless pussy. I had to reduce the volume, but her muffled moans excited me just as they did when I recorded them.
Gosh, she was so sexy. My cock throbbed and ached as I delved my hand into my drawer and grabbed some hand lotion. Thirty seconds passed, and the next video started, featuring her on her knees, rubbing her wet pussy as she awaited my entry. Jerking faster, my breathing grew heavier, my tongue slack as I continued to watch the video, witnessing my dick plunging into her.
I should've never cut things off with her. Damn it. My marriage offered nothing. No sex, no love or emotion... it was only for the children still residing at home.
I felt an intense pleasure and my balls tightened up, signaling the coming climax. Focusing on the incredible relief I craved, I propped my phone up and moved my hand violently, ramming my cock again and again.
Out of nowhere, her door burst open, swung halfway, and closed. It was her, and as she spoke, she turned around and paused, noticing the phone and seeing me jerking off to the video of her moaning and bouncing on my lap.
"We need to discuss what happened in Vegas..." her voice trailed off, her mouth agape as she saw me, effectively interrupted by my sexual visions.
I wasn't sure what to do: keep going, hide my erect penis, or simply cover myself with the hoodie nearby. However, considering how close we had gotten already, I decided to keep my dick out and focus on her.
"Holy crap," she murmured, and it seemed like her mind had left her. She approached my desk and knelt between my legs, taking over and continuing the slow, intense stroking.
"Lisa," I softly said her name, but she didn't respond with words. Instead, her warm mouth enveloped my erect cock, greedily sucking and making soft slurping sounds while she continued stroking. It felt so good to have her velvety tongue dance along the underside of my thick shaft. I grabbed the side of my office chair as I felt an intense pressure near my testicles, my agonized groans surely showed my state of mind.
I watched her move up and down, her pretty dark eyes watering slightly as she gagged a bit. She really was everything I had been hoping for. The suction became slightly tighter, causing me to reach my breaking point.
"I'm going to cum," I blurted out, my eyes intensified as my cock swelled. That pressure became excruciatingly intense, and soon I was seeing stars.
I couldn't count how many ropes of my thick cum she consumed, but she did it with ease, making the whole thing seem almost beautiful to watch. The expression on her face was ethereal, suggesting she enjoyed my pleasure just as much as I did. Her dark lashes lay on her cheeks as she swallowed as much cum as she could, even going the extra mile to sweep her thumb along the thick vein, the large droplet of cum shooting out from the tip. It vanished instantly, her tongue cleaning it up lovingly.
She managed to swallow every drop of my cum as she stood up slowly, smoothing out my boxers for me with a hint of a smile on her face. I felt drained, mentally as well as physically, but couldn't think of a way to articulate those feelings.
"You should lock your door, you know?" she teased, fixing her shirt before readjusting her ponytail, which had become slightly disheveled.
"You should knock," I retorted, taking a deep breath as I adjusted my pants, looking down at her longingly. I missed her, I missed this. I really wanted to kiss her, but I held myself back.
"I should have, but wouldn't you rather be glad I didn't?" she chuckled, gripping the door handle.
"What did you want to discuss?" I asked, attempting to divert her from leaving.
"You know what, but... what happened just now made our conversation irrelevant. Maybe another time," she opened the door, leaving it ajar as she walked out, allowing me to compose myself.
The morning was turning out pretty well after all.
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