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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 29
I Finally Got A Man
At work there was me 28, a lady bookkeeper 57 and the boss 55. The boss was pretty much what you expect, bossy but nice. The bookkeeper hated me the day the placement service sent me over. I tried being nice, my boss told me to ignore her she didn't like herself and wasn't happy unless everyone else didn't like themselves either.
I don't consider myself some hot chick, I have a pretty face but a plump body. I dress well, always have, modestly, take care of my hair and nails, and am conservative on my makeup. In other words the older sister, the churchy girl, the virgin. I was a virgin when I went to work there. The boss liked me the day he interviewed me, and I liked him, a great big daddy bear.
She harassed me, called me names, accused me of sweettalking the boss against her, of honeying him up. I ignored her. But the day came when I told her to shut up and leave me alone. Not my normal temperament, but I had enough. She told me she had been the boss' lover, yuk, but he found her too old and she warned me all he wanted was what I had between my legs.
What else do men want? I told her that was okay, if that's what he wanted he could have it, he was a nice man. For me if it was true it was about time. And she could tell him if she wanted, I was ready for something in my life where I was the center of attention. It was my turn.
She told him what I had said, he became a lot nicer, invited me to dinner, invited me to spend the weekend at the river cabin, he took his time, undressing me in the moonlight, using me for his pleasure, the chubby girl got a man, a great big daddy bear between her legs. As for her, it was enough to tell her in detail what he did, and that's how we became friends.
I don't consider myself some hot chick, I have a pretty face but a plump body. I dress well, always have, modestly, take care of my hair and nails, and am conservative on my makeup. In other words the older sister, the churchy girl, the virgin. I was a virgin when I went to work there. The boss liked me the day he interviewed me, and I liked him, a great big daddy bear.
She harassed me, called me names, accused me of sweettalking the boss against her, of honeying him up. I ignored her. But the day came when I told her to shut up and leave me alone. Not my normal temperament, but I had enough. She told me she had been the boss' lover, yuk, but he found her too old and she warned me all he wanted was what I had between my legs.
What else do men want? I told her that was okay, if that's what he wanted he could have it, he was a nice man. For me if it was true it was about time. And she could tell him if she wanted, I was ready for something in my life where I was the center of attention. It was my turn.
She told him what I had said, he became a lot nicer, invited me to dinner, invited me to spend the weekend at the river cabin, he took his time, undressing me in the moonlight, using me for his pleasure, the chubby girl got a man, a great big daddy bear between her legs. As for her, it was enough to tell her in detail what he did, and that's how we became friends.
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