My [F29] Boss [M52] and I: Sex at first sight [age gap, dirty talk]

What happened between Adam and me can best be described as sex at first sight. We crossed each other in the hallway on my first day of work and I decided then and there that I wanted to fuck this man. And by the way his eyebrows instantly rose when our eyes locked I was sure that the feeling was mutual. Tall, well-dressed, and older than me, he checked all my boxes. The deep voice and grey hairs at his temples certainly didn’t hurt either. Back then, he hadn’t been my boss. My actual boss got pregnant and he filled in for the position for the moment, which meant that he would decide whether or not I would get promoted from intern to full-time employee.
“So…” he says, leaning his chin on his clasped hands. His eyes follow my leg as I cross it over the other. I’m wearing black tights and that black skirt that always forces his gaze on my long, slender legs. I know he’d just love to take it off someday.
“I think you know where this is going,” he says and smiles. I smile as well and raise an eyebrow, feigning a questioning look even though I know exactly that I’m going to get hired. I lean forward as he leans back, his shoulders relaxed, hands still clasped.
“We want you on the team full-time and hope you’ll be on board.” Internally, I let out a tiny shriek of happiness. Externally, I keep a cool smile and nod.
“I’m happy to be on board.”
“That’s great news,” he says, rubbing his hands together.
“I’m looking forward to continuing to work with you,” I drawl, my voice dripping with a sultry tone. I make no secret of my interest in him.
“And…” I continue, pulling a box of Belgian chocolates out of my handbag. “This was supposed to be bribery at first but as it seems I don’t need it, consider it a small ‘thank you gift’ instead.”
I slide the box over his desk and he reaches for it, placing his hand on mine. My stomach leaps at the sensation of his skin on mine, a surge of heat rushing through my pussy.
“You know,” he says and bites his lips. “I do love Belgian chocolates. But I would have taken other forms of bribery from you too.”
“I’m sure you would’ve. I’ll save them for the next time I need something from you.” I wink and retrieve my hand from under his. I get up, making sure to lean forward so he gets a good view of my cleavage, and head for the door.
“See you at the Christmas party,” I say, turning back. He doesn’t say anything, just smirks and waves his hand once, then turns back to his screen.
***
The 6th of December rolls around and I find myself seated between the two most annoying co-workers to have ever existed on this planet earth. I’m zoning out on Ben’s and Ashley’s never-ending chatter on hand-made Christmas decorations and focus on Adam instead. He’s sitting at the far end of the table that’s been put up for the department Christmas party, absentmindedly sipping on his fourth glass of wine. He catches me staring and winks at me. Risky move. I like it. I place down my own glass of wine enjoying the warm, fuzzy feeling the alcohol brings. Tonight was the night. I could feel it. The evening progresses in boring fashion until finally, music is played and people are getting up to dance. My third glass of wine in one hand, I squeeze through the dancing crowd to get to Adam. No one seems to notice him leaning down to me so I can whisper in his ears.
“I’m going upstairs. Follow me in five.” He seems unfazed as he continues to dance while I’m swiftly making my way out of the room. My heart’s thudding in my chest as the elevator smoothly glides up the building until it finally halts on the third floor. The corridor is completely empty, the silence almost deafening as I make my way to my office. I down the rest of my wine in one sip, trying to shake off the nervousness that’s building in my body. It mixes with excitement and the absolute thrill of doing something so forbidden and I start to shiver with anticipation. A few minutes pass. And a few more. Just when I’m about to doubt my plan, I hear footsteps in the hallway. I hold my breath when I see his silhouette in the doorframe.
He slowly crosses the distance between us, his body a powerful shadow in the darkness. I lean back against the desk, heart racing, throat dry. A few moments pass. The silence before the storm. Then he leans forward and, putting his hand on the nape of my neck, presses his mouth on mine. I gladly wrap my arms around his waist and press my body against his as our lips part and his tongue plays with mine. Lust tugs at my core and I deepen the kiss noticing the outline of his hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. He lets out a deep moan as I start to grind myself against him and I interrupt the kiss to gently suck on his lower lip. Adam starts kissing my neck and my clit throbs whenever he gently licks the skin there.
“You dirty little slut,” he whispers in my ear as I fumble with his belt. I’m so overwhelmed with desire, my hands don’t seem to belong to me anymore.
“How long have you been wanting to do this?”
“Since the first time I saw you,” I admit and he lets out a satisfied moan.
“You smell so good,” he whispers against my neck as both his hands slide up my waist and remove the straps of my red dress off my shoulders. The top part falls down to reveal my breasts, also dressed in red tonight. I’ve finally managed to open his pants and they fall to the floor as I start jerking his cock in a slow and steady rhythm. He moves his hips in rhythm with my hands while his thumb slides inside my bra to play with my sensitive nipple. I start kissing him again, our tongues intertwining and clashing in a heated frenzy.
“I’ve fantasized about fucking you in here so many times,” he groans as I’m working his long, thick cock. I spread the pre-cum that has built on his tip around, easily gliding over the smooth skin of his cock. He slides my dress up over my thighs and lets his index finger slip between my legs. I quiver and moan as he gently circles my clit and spreads my wetness around.
“Show me how,” I demand. “Show me how you want to fuck me.” We’re both panting by now, my tits halfway exposed. Without further warning, he lifts me up, places me on the desk, and pushes his cock into my wet, throbbing pussy.
“Fuck you’re wet,” he moans as he slides in and out. Slowly at first but I press my hands against his firm butt cheeks and he picks up speed.
“Feels so good,” I manage to get out between heavy breaths. He fucks me harder, my tits bouncing out of my bra in the rhythm of his thrusts. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out fill the room, together with our heavy breathing.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he groans. “Taking that cock so well.”
I’m a puddle of lust by now, a chaotic bundle of throbbing and pulsing. He slides in and out easily, fucking me hard and fast now. His heavy sack is slapping against my skin and I feel my own wetness on it.
“Adam…” I get out. “I’m going to come.” I gasp and moan and fling my arms around his neck, launching my body against his as the most intense orgasm of my life takes hold of me.
“Shit…” he groans, pushing his cock deep inside my pulsing cunt as he fills me with thick spurts of hot cum. He moans so loudly, I’m sure the whole party must’ve heard. Still panting, we’re only slowly coming to our senses, realizing how loud we were. He looks up at me. I look up at him. And we both know that we’re going to do this again.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zel962/my_f29_boss_m52_and_i_sex_at_first_sight_age_gap