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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 51
I Made The Mistake Of Getting Intimate With A Direct Report
I am 51 now. I took a job ten years ago at a small high value company, as controller. I have my CPA and MBA and have great work experience. The company needed high competent staff as they were preparing to go public. My boss, the CFO and VP of Everything wanted people with credentials, and wanted a clean opinion by the auditors. "Going public is not for sissies, so get your ass in gear and get us ready".
I took my job seriously and hunted with the help of a staffing company for staff with credentials. Minimum CPA, five years experience for junior staff, and ten for senior staff. MBA's welcome, but not required. And the school had to be recognized, no internet MBAs or degrees. My boss backed me and never complained about the salaries. One of my hires was Mary, a 22 year old who had just finished college, but had passed the CPA exams in one sitting. Mary, I think I hired her because she reminded me of me when I was first out of college, and although I wasn't ever supposed to take into consideration, I was 100% sure she was lesbian. The only lesbian I let myself hire. I overpaid.
Mary was smart and caught on quickly, she passed through the probationary period with flying colors. I promoted her quickly to match her position with her salary. I was with her after hours, although office hours ended at five, six or seven wasn't out of the ordinary for us pushing to get ready for the IPO. She was in my office, she was pensive, and without warning asked me "are you the man?" emphasizing MAN. I was taken aback, I am very much female, all over. Lesbian, but female, with the undercarriage and the tits to prove it. "You can kiss me" she said.
The night lasted all night. I kissed her, everywhere, every inch of her, including her pink button hole. By the time I was through with her she had orgasmed a couple of times, as I had, and she was exhausted, her eyes not focusing. After cleaning up to get ready to sleep I watched her on the bed and she said "your the man, aren't you?" I said 'yes, I'm the man and you are the girl'.
She was all girl, walked girl, talked girl, kissed girl, offered herself up girl, affectionate girl, dressed girl, down to her little pink bra and panties. She wanted a man, I could be that man for her.
I have a big caboose, a residual trait from the women in my family. Large breasts, woman breasts, not girl breasts. Without focused fashion grooming I have a heavy bush, and I get wet easily. I drip when I'm wet. I'm always wet, my mind never stops thinking about that girl. Now Mary was in my bed, in her little pink panties, her nice girl sized tits and her little wet pussy. And I was the 'man' and I fucked her.
The problem with an office affair is keeping your mouth shut. It was of course against policy to get involved with a subordinate. And Mary was young and she told everyone. She was explicit in her telling. As if all the other women were lesbians and wanted to hear about lesbian fucking. It took less than half a day for it to get back to my boss.
"We can't have this." "Usually I would say get rid of her, but I have to get rid of both of you, we cannot have the distraction." We were fired, got two weeks severance. Mary had her crowd and I wasn't part of it. As such it ended up being a one night stand.
I look in the mirror and all I see is woman, there is nothing manly about me. Nothing. I'm a voluptuous, shapely, woman who happens to like younger small framed girls. That's what got me in trouble. I had let the lesbian in me get in the way of my professional responsibility. Not that any thing similar has happened with the men in the building, who always have a younger woman at their beck and call, twenty four seven.
I took my job seriously and hunted with the help of a staffing company for staff with credentials. Minimum CPA, five years experience for junior staff, and ten for senior staff. MBA's welcome, but not required. And the school had to be recognized, no internet MBAs or degrees. My boss backed me and never complained about the salaries. One of my hires was Mary, a 22 year old who had just finished college, but had passed the CPA exams in one sitting. Mary, I think I hired her because she reminded me of me when I was first out of college, and although I wasn't ever supposed to take into consideration, I was 100% sure she was lesbian. The only lesbian I let myself hire. I overpaid.
Mary was smart and caught on quickly, she passed through the probationary period with flying colors. I promoted her quickly to match her position with her salary. I was with her after hours, although office hours ended at five, six or seven wasn't out of the ordinary for us pushing to get ready for the IPO. She was in my office, she was pensive, and without warning asked me "are you the man?" emphasizing MAN. I was taken aback, I am very much female, all over. Lesbian, but female, with the undercarriage and the tits to prove it. "You can kiss me" she said.
The night lasted all night. I kissed her, everywhere, every inch of her, including her pink button hole. By the time I was through with her she had orgasmed a couple of times, as I had, and she was exhausted, her eyes not focusing. After cleaning up to get ready to sleep I watched her on the bed and she said "your the man, aren't you?" I said 'yes, I'm the man and you are the girl'.
She was all girl, walked girl, talked girl, kissed girl, offered herself up girl, affectionate girl, dressed girl, down to her little pink bra and panties. She wanted a man, I could be that man for her.
I have a big caboose, a residual trait from the women in my family. Large breasts, woman breasts, not girl breasts. Without focused fashion grooming I have a heavy bush, and I get wet easily. I drip when I'm wet. I'm always wet, my mind never stops thinking about that girl. Now Mary was in my bed, in her little pink panties, her nice girl sized tits and her little wet pussy. And I was the 'man' and I fucked her.
The problem with an office affair is keeping your mouth shut. It was of course against policy to get involved with a subordinate. And Mary was young and she told everyone. She was explicit in her telling. As if all the other women were lesbians and wanted to hear about lesbian fucking. It took less than half a day for it to get back to my boss.
"We can't have this." "Usually I would say get rid of her, but I have to get rid of both of you, we cannot have the distraction." We were fired, got two weeks severance. Mary had her crowd and I wasn't part of it. As such it ended up being a one night stand.
I look in the mirror and all I see is woman, there is nothing manly about me. Nothing. I'm a voluptuous, shapely, woman who happens to like younger small framed girls. That's what got me in trouble. I had let the lesbian in me get in the way of my professional responsibility. Not that any thing similar has happened with the men in the building, who always have a younger woman at their beck and call, twenty four seven.
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