Power games led me to a memorable experience

I had recently moved to a NYC. As a 30 year old, lonely, small town girl with big ambitions, I somehow managed to land myself a high paying job in the Big Apple. Heading into the next phase of my life with my head held high. It all sounded and looked amazing to my family and friends back home. However, once I’d settled down and got the ‘Exciting move’ out of the way, things were fairly quiet. Almost lonely. I did not have any friends yet, which was fine. I needed to focus on work. I just stepped in as the boss of a company I’d never laid eyes on until the day I arrived. I had a few acquaintances and helpful colleagues. Most of them seemed to have work in their eyes as well. As they should. Within a couple days Kevin was assigned as my assistant. He would run my errands, take my calls and do anything and everything requested. Kevin reported to me. He was roughly my age. A bright, hard working colleague whose personality was quite different from mine. He lacked the confidence I needed in most discussions. Always leaving me with the final say. Though he avoided conflicts and was happy to please his new boss, even at the expense of working late nights or skipping lunches to complete my tasks. So it worked well.

After couple of weeks of sifting through the chaos in my new job, I was already tense. My work responsibilities were piling up, as well as setting up my new apartment and managing things in New York. I suppose these kind of things are never easy. But I sensed a kind of power that I never felt before. I could shoot down anyones terrible plans and not be second guessed. Though I needed to be there constantly, I still made my own schedule. Then there was Kevin, that man never said no to me. He had that ‘always trying to please the boss’ attitude that I was starting to enjoying. He wasn’t hard to be around and by no means tough to look at.

In my second week at NYC, I came to know about a party on Friday evening. The party was near my apartment and I needed to get out, have fun outside of the office. The only problem was that I didn’t want to go alone and then feel kind of fucked up in the party. I refuse to be the loner in the corner. Sipping on wine, awkwardly waiting to chat with someone about things neither of us cares about. I thought about Kevin. He seemed to be the one person I was closest to in a strange way. He was surely not someone who I would consider a date with normally. But then it was just one off party and nobody knew me there. The week flew by and I was biting my tongue on asking Kevin if he would go with me, maybe I should not even go to the damn party. However, this Friday raked me over the coals. After all the mess from that afternoons dilemmas were finally straightened out and the office began to go home for the day, I needed a drink. I casually asked Kevin about his evening plans, to feel it out and open the conversation. He almost too quickly replied “Nothing much, would you like to hang out somewhere?”. I felt a wave of relief sweep over me. However, his response caught me off guard, why would he think I would want to hang out with him? Thats an awfully bold assumption based on a simple question. I am his boss. However, with one deep breath and a slow exhale, I told him about the party and asked if he would come along with me. He was visibly excited yet very unsure. He stuttered through saying ” I don’t really think i’m in your league for a New York party.” I assured him that he would be fine as I regained my mental standing above him.

We both parted ways to get ready at our places. The way home was a race of thoughts that came to an abrupt halt, a final decision. Red. The sexy red dress that still had the tag on it. The one I bought with confidence over a year ago. Then hadn’t worn. I slipped into the red dress and black heels with the usual accessories. Kevin came to pick me up at around 9. Even in my heels, he was taller than me. As I stood there in front of him his eyes could not move away from me. This made the heat rise in my chest and that made me feel all the more powerful. Though he had driven, he booked a Lyft for us and we reached the party in another 20 minutes. Kevins hand brushed mine more than once. I did not give into his subtle hints and hold his hand. Part of me wanted to, why not right? I did not want to give him the impression that this was anything more than two colleagues headed to the same party. I didn’t think he was that good of a gent. Anyways, it was my first time at a New York party. Gorgeous girls with rich boyfriends having fun on a Friday night. I will be honest, I felt a little jealous of those girls. They looked comfortable and confident laughing and sipping away. Not that I wasn’t pretty but I wasn’t sure if I could compete with them. I asked Kevin for a glass of wine and he disappeared to get one. I needed to clear my mind. He was quick to return. I was thankful, this party had me slightly uncomfortable.

During all of this, Kevin kept looking at me asking if I was okay. It felt very different. Here’s a guy who instead of ogling at beautiful girls was just focused on my needs. I felt good, perhaps powerful. I asked Kevin to get me some snacks. He got me a plate. I asked him where is his. He said, “I forgot”. I winked at him and said, “Don’t bother about getting yourself a plate, eat
my leftovers “. He smiled as always without any disagreement.

We went for some dance but then Kevin was not someone that I wanted to dance with. While I was sipping my third glass of wine, I stumbled and some wine felt on my legs and heels. Kevin immediately rushed to get me tissue. At this point, I was a little high. I did not say anything, just pointed him towards my legs. Kevin bent and wiped off wine from my legs and heels. I will not lie, I just felt special. Few gazes of people fell on us while Kevin was busy cleaning me. I didn’t care.

When Kevin’s strong hands held my legs, I felt a thrill. I came aside to an empty room. Kevin got worried and came with me asking if he had done anything wrong. I did not say anything. After few moments, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He was stunned but kissed me back. He was surprisingly good in his kisses. As we were kissing, Kevin unbuttoned the top of my dress, revealing my black silky bra. He licked my neck and cleavage and went ahead to open my bra. I did not resist him. He cusped my breasts and took in his mouth. He desperately kissed each of my nipples. Then his hands went down to explore my wet black panty. As he was touching my thighs and exploring pussy, I slapped him hard. Then whispered, “Behave yourself”. Kevin went blank. He put on my bra and buttoned my dress as we went back to the party area. After couple of more drinks and some dance, I was exhausted. Kevin wanted to have another drink before leaving. I pulled his shirt collar and challenged him to drink in public from my heels. Kevin without any hesitation bent, took off my heels and poured his rum in my heels. He drank from my heels while I watched in disbelief. Couples around us noticed and were either laughing or staring Kevin. It did not bother me at all. I asked him to book Lyft for going back to my apartment.

As we reached my place, he hesitantly asks me, “Do you want me to come inside? “ I replied,”Who else will clean me up?”. He follows me as I fall on my couch after an exhilarating evening. Kevin stands like a dumb not knowing what to do next. I shout, “ Go make my bubble bath”. Without a sign of disagreement, he goes to do his job. This attitude of Kevin made me feel so good every time. I undressed myself, wrapped in a bathing robe, enter the bath. Kevin was waiting. I took off my robe, stepped on his hands and playfully enter the tub. Kevin was clueless, guess he was busy enjoying the view of my body. I slap him and say, “Who will scrub my body”? Kevin as always politely obliged. He put soap on my back, neck, breasts, thighs and legs. Kevin was so attentive to clean between each toe. I had fallen for him. I asked him to join me in the tub. He never said No. While I waited, he undressed himself and joined me in the tub facing me the other side. We did not speak for the next few minutes. I pressed my feet on his warm
face and we did nothing. Finally, we got up. Kevin was kind enough to dry my body, make me wear my bath robe and slippers. I felt special.

When coming to the bedroom, I fell on the bed. Kevin entered, his eyes never losing me. We both were breathing heavily. I could see his throbbing hard cock. He came near me, I pulled him
down as I wanted to blow him up so badly. Kevin was not so easy. He slapped his cock on my face, on my neck as I pleased him to let me suck him. Finally, I shoved his hard cock in my mouth while tasting his cum. Kevin, played with my breasts, kissing my ass and thighs. I sat on his lap as his penis kept teasing my body. He fingered my wet pussy and offered me to taste myself. I loved the taste. I grabbed his head and shoved down my pussy, his face was a mess. I did not mind cleaning the mess on his face. We could not hold any longer as Kevin thrusted his throbbing cock inside my super wet pussy. It was quick. After a long evening, he could not hold his cum any longer. We both were lying on the bed lost in our thoughts. We thought the evening was over, or at least Kevin thought so.

He got up. I straddled him, putting my legs around his shoulder and asked him, “Do you want to taste my pee?”. Kevin smiled. I pressed my myself against his mouth and had the most relaxing pee ever. Kevin gulped my warm golden liquid. I could not feel any better. As I moved away, few drops of my warm pee fell on my left leg. Kevin went down to lick off the drops. As Kevin was licking my pee off my left ankle, I gently tapped his face with my right foot to say, “Thank you Kevin”. Kevin looks up and in his usual self assured smile says, “Thank you Alaina”.

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