Becky sat at the bus stop that Monday morning, it was a crisp winters day and her collar was turned up to the stiff breeze blowing right up the street. She glanced at her watch, another 10 minutes until the bus was due. Her mind wandered, wondering what He was doing right now. She figured he’d be awake, getting his breakfast, making his own way to the office. She shivered, maybe at the thought of seeing him again, maybe because of the sudden gust of wind.
He had only started at work a couple of weeks ago and as his boss she had had to spend a lot of time training him. He was a talented engineer and she knew he was more than capable. Physically he was bigger than her, not her usual type being quite scruffy, not clean shaven, but there was something about the way he looked at her.
Being the only female manager at the engineering company, and only in her 30s, she always felt the need to prove herself, she wore heels so try and make her 5’ 2’’ frame look more dominant more assertive, but when he walked into the room she felt tiny, submissive even. She couldn’t help thinking about how his hands would feel against her skin but she shook the thought from her head as quickly as it entered. She thought back to Friday, and blushed. Normally when she was training people on the use of the company software she would pull up a chair next to them, stand behind them at their desk to direct them, aware she needed to exert her authority and earn their respect. Somehow with him, she had found herself kneeling beside his chair, elbows on the desk, pointing out the different programmes to him. ‘Ah yes, I’ve got it now, thank you’ he said, and turned his chair to face her. She froze, looking into his eyes for far too long as he loomed above her. What must she have looked like knelt as his feet, lips parted. She had seen a little smile forming across his lips and he leaned forward and whispered in to her ear ‘you can get up now’. She immediately stood, awkwardly straightening her skirt as she shuffled back to her office embarrassed. All afternoon she kept glancing over at him and each time she did he gave her that same smile. Everytime they made eye contact she could feel herself flush, her breathing quickened and she knew even before she lifted her skirt discretely behind her desk and slid her fingers up her thigh that she would find her pussy was wet. She had always known she was submissive but had never found a partner dominant enough to explore that side of herself. As she slowly rubbed her fingers over clit through her panties she imagined Adam touching her, how she would give up her body to him. She closed her eyes as she pictured it was his fingers roughly pulling her pants to the side and pushing his fingers into her. She ran her fingers up over her clit, her fingers slick with her juices as she rubbed in small circles. She bit her lip trying to keep quiet but her breathing grew ragged as the tingles from her orgasm spread, radiating out from her pussy down into her thighs, and up into her breasts. She kept her eyes closed as her head went back and the tiniest moan escaped her lips as she climaxed. As soon as her orgasm subsided she felt guilty, she opened her eyes and jumped, pulling her hand quickly from under the desk as she saw Adam casually leant against the door frame, watching her with his arms folded. The wide smile on his face told her he knew exactly what she had been doing. He winked, turned and walked away as she felt the embarrassment burn in her cheeks. Read more »