Lost My Head At The Bar On Friday Night

Sure it's inappropriate, but who cares. Joe Not His Name asked me to let him see my panties. Joe is in a position of authority and in my chain of supervisors. It wasn't at work, it was at a bar after hours and drinks were involved. I had a dress on and I pulled my dress up far enough for him to see my panties, laughed and he smiled at me and told me he wanted to go home with my panties in his pocket.

We were in a booth and I did slip my panties off under the table and he did put the panties in his pocket, but not begore rubbing the back of his hand along my bush. Maybe it was his arm around my shoulder, or his hand on my breast, or sitting commando, but his kiss was answered with a kiss and pressing his hand against my breast. My head said no, stop now, but that's not what my between the legs feelings said, all I could hear was 'more'.

We went outside, to the alley behind the bar, holding on to the street sign, and he lifted my dress and struck home. It was all bad, from a work point of view, he crossed the line, I crossed the line, but that fuck was worth it. Afterwards I sat quietly under his arm in the booth in the bar, my girl parts still wet and sticky so I kept my legs crossed thinking of all the dumb things I've done. Fucking the big boss behind the bar has to be the dumbest of them all.