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Wet Stories
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Straight Female / 36
I Fell For My Boss
One day, j6st like any other day, I went to my boss' office for some signatures. Like every other day he had me stand beside him so I could explain what he was signing, show him supporting workpapers, where to sign and initial. But that day I was wearing a dress, and he leaned back in his chair, put his hand on the back of my thigh and ran his hand all the way up to my butt and under my panties. I stood there and just looked at him until he gave me a little butt squeeze and ran his hand back down my thigh.
That day was the turning point, he was free to pat my butt, kiss me, hold me. I should have stopped it but I didn't, it felt good to be touched, held, squeezed and groped. It's hard to explain how it feels to have a man's arms around you. It's just feels so good. When you're in his arms, when he 's kissing your neck and cheek, when he cups your breasts, you melt, you say things like don't stop, hold me tighter, I love you. When it's your boss it's 100 times better.
When he undressed me, in a hotel room when we were there for an out of town case, he took my top off, my bra, and suckled on my breasts, both of them, held me to him, with his hands cupping my butt. All I could think about was how I was going to be his. He sat on the bed and pulled my pants down, then my panties, kissed my butt cheeks, before I stepped out of my pants and panties for him to turn me around and lean back on the bed with me in his arms.
Laying me on my back he undressed, kissed my nipples, my clit, tested my vagina to make sure I was wet, mounted on top of me pinning me down and Oh Glory, he went in as deep as he could and told me I was now his so no messing around. I did what I had to do, held him to me with my arms around his neck and recited back to him that I was his, that I loved him, that I wanted to be his.
I wasn't 16 or 21, I was 33 , a board certified attorney, I defended corporations, but right then and there I was his, his for the taking, his, all his. And I never felt so good about it. Too bad it was a hotel room, because all I wanted to do the next morning was fix him an omelet and a cup of coffee. A man's hands are magic when it comes to handling a woman, and his hands can be all over me, touching, feeling, squeezing and groping. Maybe not in the office, but there's plenty of time when we are alone.
That day was the turning point, he was free to pat my butt, kiss me, hold me. I should have stopped it but I didn't, it felt good to be touched, held, squeezed and groped. It's hard to explain how it feels to have a man's arms around you. It's just feels so good. When you're in his arms, when he 's kissing your neck and cheek, when he cups your breasts, you melt, you say things like don't stop, hold me tighter, I love you. When it's your boss it's 100 times better.
When he undressed me, in a hotel room when we were there for an out of town case, he took my top off, my bra, and suckled on my breasts, both of them, held me to him, with his hands cupping my butt. All I could think about was how I was going to be his. He sat on the bed and pulled my pants down, then my panties, kissed my butt cheeks, before I stepped out of my pants and panties for him to turn me around and lean back on the bed with me in his arms.
Laying me on my back he undressed, kissed my nipples, my clit, tested my vagina to make sure I was wet, mounted on top of me pinning me down and Oh Glory, he went in as deep as he could and told me I was now his so no messing around. I did what I had to do, held him to me with my arms around his neck and recited back to him that I was his, that I loved him, that I wanted to be his.
I wasn't 16 or 21, I was 33 , a board certified attorney, I defended corporations, but right then and there I was his, his for the taking, his, all his. And I never felt so good about it. Too bad it was a hotel room, because all I wanted to do the next morning was fix him an omelet and a cup of coffee. A man's hands are magic when it comes to handling a woman, and his hands can be all over me, touching, feeling, squeezing and groping. Maybe not in the office, but there's plenty of time when we are alone.
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