I’m 21 years old and he is 51, so saying I’m pushing the line, is an understatement. He is very high up in a large company I work for (we are from a county in Europe), and I work at the front desk to get experience in my gap year.
I’ve had a crush on him for a couple of months now (not that I want to date him, just wanted to fuck), and we’ve been exchanging looks in the office all the time. I couldn’t figure out if he actually liked me, or was very nice.
Prior to this night, I wanted to see how far I could take it, without getting in trouble. Me, 15 other people and him were out to dinner, and I noticed him looking at me a lot more, smiling, and holding eye contact for a crazy long time. But I reciprocated (I get courageous when I drink).
Afterwards we went to this expensive bar and got a tour of the wine cellar, and him and I were the last to leave. We talked for a bit, but didn’t admit anything to each other yet. I sat opposite to him with three other people in a lounge area, and the eye contact got heavy. Almost as if we didn’t care about our coworkers besides us. It was just the way he kept looking at me, that made me sure to keep pushing forward.
Later in the night, him and I and 6 other people went to a high-end nightclub. (He literally paid a 1000$ for us to get in, and acted like it was nothing). Crazy. We were walking into the club, me behind him, but no one after me and I passed him, brushing my hand over his lower back long enough for him to *know*. It was kinda a ballsy move, considering the circumstances. I turned my head and he was smiling slyly at me. Not long after that, he tells me that he wants me when no one is around, and I confess as well (I don’t remember this, but my drunk self texted it to my bff). He told me that he knew I had a thing for him, in the month’s leading up to this, and he felt the same. All those looks and conversations in the office weren’t for nothing.
We managed to escape the others from time to time, and planned to leave the club together. I left first and he left 10 minutes later. We met up outside and walked to his apartment. The only thing I kept thinking was ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’, but not wanting to stop. We finally get there and it’s this big penthouse apartment. I was honestly mesmerized, because I knew he was rich, but not this much.
After a little while he goes for it and kisses me, and we end up in his bedroom to do the deed. We fuck like there is no tomorrow. Honestly the best sex I’ve had. I ended up staying until 11 am the next day, and he cooked me breakfast, we cuddled and he was showering me with compliments. I’ve never tried anything like it. I think we had sex 6 times in the hours I was there, and I cannot for the life of me, get the night out of my head. The whole evening and night seems like a crazy fantasy or dream. We haven’t been in the office yet, and I don’t know what to expect.
But how do I stop thinking about it, when I know it can never happen again? And what if anyone saw us?