Straight Female / 27
Smell Of A Woman
I am my boss' favorite. Back before I became his favorite I was working in accounts payable and I arrived early at the office. It was usually the two of us until around 7:30 when the office officially opened. I put on the coffee, he read his newspaper. He liked his coffee in a cup not a mug. I took the coffee pot in to his office to reheat his coffee. He called me around his desk to see an article in the paper. He put his arm around my legs to pull me closer, and taking my butt cheek in his hand he pushed his nose between my legs breathing in deep several times.
No comment, no words, just like he had reached for me he let me go. I held the pot of coffee in my hand, I could have poured it over his head, I could have yelled, or jumped back. I could of, but I didn't. I did nothing. Like nothing ever happened I went back to my desk to get my day started. My relationship with him changed, it was never the same again. A closeness exists to this day, we had our moment, I am his favorite.
No comment, no words, just like he had reached for me he let me go. I held the pot of coffee in my hand, I could have poured it over his head, I could have yelled, or jumped back. I could of, but I didn't. I did nothing. Like nothing ever happened I went back to my desk to get my day started. My relationship with him changed, it was never the same again. A closeness exists to this day, we had our moment, I am his favorite.
