I Never Expected That My Boss Would Be My Mistress

I am digesting what I doing and trying to make sense of it.

I work for a local company with some seventy five employees. I work for a woman who is in her fifties and is always difficult. We, the other women, make fun of her because she is going through the change and probably hasn't had any for a long time. Deep down I felt sorry for her, her husband walked out on her and left her with two kids and no money. He's works as a roofer in Colorado. She shares a lot with me and I listen.

One day we were just talking about work and she told me out of the blue that she liked dancing. When she was young she went dancing a lot, but now that she's old she doesn't have a partner. I suggested that she sign up for dance lessons, she might meet someone. She asked me if I liked dancing, I said I do but where I go dancing wasn't really the place for her. I was up front and told her that there was a lot of weed and self medicated junkies, if she got my point. But she convinced me to go with her, she really wanted to get out.

We went on Friday night. It's almost one hundred percent women. Some men, and maybe guys in drag pretending to be women. It's a woman's place, where women meet women, where women pick up women, I tried to tell her there were younger women who liked older women.

The music was pounding and to my surprise she was a real good dancer. We danced together, not that it was cheek to cheek, it was open floor dancing. She went to the restroom, surprised that there wasn't a men's room. She came back and she had taken off her bra and was letting herself go wild. She reached over and kissed me, she pulled me into her and held me against her and kissed me and kissed me. I guess I wiggled my way out and stood back shocked at what happened. She wanted to dance together, holding and kissing. My face, my lips, my neck, her hand everywhere, she was making love to me on the dance floor. I managed to break away and I told her we were leaving.

We went to her apartment. She took her top off and was flopping her tits around. She told me she wanted me to take my clothes off so she could love me. She took off her clothes until she was totally naked. She sat on her couch and opened her legs and told me to come to mama and lick her clit and eat her. I was still dressed because I had not taken off anything, she pulled me by my arm to her and shoved my head between her legs to eat her. I ate, it wasn't that I could help it, her smell was so strong and it drove me crazy, I ate her until she triggered an orgasm and held my head back.

I was never more embarrassed. I had worked for her for several years and now I was there on my knees with her open legs in front of me. She got her wind back and told me that I needed to get undressed for her, everything, not even my earrings. I got undressed, but I felt embarrassed, I'm not into that. But she got up to help me, when my top was off and she got my bra off she sucked on my tits as she pushed my pants down. Naked at last, she sat on the couch and held my hips as she ate me. Then it was into her room and her bed and she made love to me until I orgasmed for her.

I didn't go home that night, I woke up naked with her. The daylight made a lot of difference, I'm not a looker, but she wanted naked and nothing but naked, naked naked naked, nothing but naked. Her hand were all over me, she kissed me over and over, we had coffee and a Danish and back to her bed for some more love making. It wasn't until noon that we showered and got dressed again.

I never thought about it and it never crossed my mind that the reason her husband left was because she's lesbian. It never crossed my mind that my boss at work that was going to get in my pants was a woman. It never crossed my mind that I would get so worked up with a woman her age. It's a lot better with the lights off, we aren't picture material.

The ice is broken, she considers me her property and I go places with her. I have a necklace to wear when we go dancing. She takes me to her friends and walks me around showing me off to them. Some of the women have younger women, but we don't socialize. We sit where we are told to sit and have our head patted and our backs rubbed and listen to our mistresses talk all about us.