[F/F] The day after my boss seduced me

So, I was freaking out. Here it was a day after my boss had gone down in me in the break room after we closed up and I was about to head back in and see her. Not just *her*, though, but I was going to be around her and all my other co-workers. I had no idea what to expect, would she smile at me, would she ignore me, had she told anyone, was I going to get in trouble, was she going to get in trouble–

Stop. Just stop. As freaked out as I was there wasn’t any point standing in my room freaking out about it. Either go and face it or never go again. Which wasn’t even really a choice, I liked the job, I liked having money, and, who am I kidding, I was hoping whatever it was that happened with my boss wasn’t a one off thing.

I didn’t *intend* to dress up for her, but that’s what happened anyway. The uniform at work was basically to wear a work branded t-shirt; beyond that corporate didn’t really care as long as you were ‘decent’. And in their mind decent included knee length skirts and cute flats, though I doubt it included no underwear. (By the way- I never recommend this for anyone who has any kind of job where they may have to bend over for any reason. It sounds sexy but it is terrifying for most of the day and ends up being awkward and unsexy way more than it is arousing. Fyi!) The decision was made. I was wearing work clothes, and so I went to work.

Whatever I had expected, whatever I’d built myself up to, my fears were far worse than the reality. My boss smiled and greeted me when I came in. My coworkers said hi. Another one said my skirt was cute. One of the guys ogled me, like always, and then we got down to business. We greeted customers, worked out product, I avoided showing my pussy off to everyone in the store, sold things, took breaks, made shitty jokes, mocked customers behind their backs, and stepped in when someone was being a fucking creep. It was just a normal day.

My boss, Jessica, treated me about the same as always. Maybe she talked to me a little more. Maybe she smiled at me when no one was looking. Held my gaze when I walked to the register. Maybe. But maybe I was just imagining it. It left me on edge for the entire day though, unable to talk about what was really on my mind, unsure if Jessica still wanted me, unsure, unsure, unsure, and unstable.

Co-workers left. Shifts ended. Time passed. Jessica and I were always the last ones in the store, by design, one manager and one floor employee as the night wound down. We hadn’t talked since everyone else had left, too many customers, not enough free time. Eventually, though, I found myself cleaning the glad countertops after Jessica had finished ringing up the last customer in the store. Suddenly I was acutely aware of Jessica’s presence. Her smell, vanilla and lavender, her breathing, her beauty. She walked over to where I was cleaning and rested her hand just above my ass, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

“Hey.” She said. Her voice was smoke and fire.

“H-hey.” I said. I’m pretty sure I squeaked. My mind was focused on her warm, soft hand, how it felt so natural there, like she was holding me in place, could guide me into her at any time or push me to my knees, my mind wandered and I squeezed my thighs together at the images my brain conjured.

“Can we talk?” Jessica asked.

“Sure.” I reply. I stop cleaning the counter and turn to look at her. Jessica doesn’t move her hand, just lets it trail along my back as I turn until it rests just below my stomach. I start breathing harder.

“Are you okay?” She’s smiling. I can tell she’s asking about more than just my health.

“Great.” My face turns flush. She hasn’t done anything but touch me, oh so softly, and I’m practically dripping wet.

“Wanna stay late tonight?” It *almost* sounds like a question. Almost.

I nod. She smiles. Before I can react her hand dips below the hem of my skirt and then up, a lone finger glides across my lips, her eyes widen when she finds no panties, and then she pops the finger into her mouth and walks away. I gasp and my legs wobble- I have to grab the countertop to keep from sliding down to the floor.

“No fair.” I whisper to her back. “No fair at all.”

There’s an hour left in our shifts at this point and it’s all horrible agony. She talks to me about games and comics, points out cute people who walk in, makes as if to touch me then stops at the last second and walks away with a glint in her eye. I’m surprised that the customers can’t smell my arousal. I’m surprised that they can’t see my wetness on my legs as I walk around, but who knows, that could just be nervous sweat. (Seriously, panties are good!)

Thirty minutes. Twenty. Ten. Five. It’s all a delicious agony that has me wanting to lift my skirt and rub myself raw, audience and job be damned. As these thoughts race through my head, I see Jessica staring at her phone with a very serious, almost scared, look on her face. Suddenly all the anticipation that’d been filling me the entire day came to a screeching halt.

“What’s up?” I ask. She pockets her phone and looks at me as if she doesn’t recognize me, and then recognition lights in her eyes and she suddenly looks sad and scared.

“Hey. Go ahead and close up.” Her voice is dull.

“Uh, are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes.” She gestures at the door. I obey and lock the doors and turn off the open sign.

“You okay?” I ask. Jessica ignores my question and starts walking toward the back, and jerks her head for me to follow her.

“Okay, so, you need to close the store tonight. I’ve gotta go. Like, now. Can you handle it?” She’s talking fast, but without emotion, like she’s shut it all out. I tremble, suddenly afraid.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Good.” We walk into the break room, and she picks up her things and puts on her coat. “I can’t talk about it. I’m sorry. Not yet, anyway.”

“It’s bad?” I ask. It sounds stupid. I feel stupid for asking it. But Jessica just looks at me and I can tell she’s barely keeping it together, all the confirmation I need.

“Okay.” I say. “I’ve got this.”

Jessica heads toward the back exit. Stops. Turns. The fear is still in her eyes, but it’s been pushed to the back for the moment; for now it’s all eyes for me.

She pushes me back against the wall, I gasp in surprise, and her fingers are under my skirt. All the arousal I thought I’d lost a few minutes ago was back and ready and god all thoughts of anything bad that could have just happened are gone because her fingers were on my lips, on my clit, pushing inside me, and I was just gasping in her ear and she was gasping in mine. We kissed and it was sloppy and crude and needy and I tried to take all the fear out of her and take into myself but it was such a struggle and her fingers felt so good, so good, so good.

“Oh, Jessica, fuck, fuck!” I moaned into her ear. Her fingers worked magic on my clit and all the work she’d put in earlier paid off, I was cumming on her fingers moments after she’d started. I held her as tightly as I could while I moaned and buckled, my knees felt like rubber, I saw stars, and the world stopped making sense for a few seconds.

A rough kiss pulled me back to reality. Jessica was warm and insistent.

“Thank you. Sorry.” She said. She kissed me again. “Sorry. Thank you.” She let go of me and I slid to the floor in a heap. “Thank you.” She said one last time. Then she turned and walked out the back exit, leaving me a confused, wet, scared mess who had to close a store all by herself for the first time.

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(I didn’t want to put this in the story itself because it was already a bit of a downer, but Jessica was called away to help out at a store where a robbery had just gone down. The manager and another employee had been shot. So, yeah, Jessica wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind. Awkward boner? Probably.)

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