I’m late. I’m late. I hate being late I thought as I pulled the appetizer form the back seat and headed for the party. I could hear the music and laughter coming form the backyard as I walked from the car. Ha, no need to look at the address to find the house, my boss’s house, I just had to follow the joyous noise of friendship and camaraderie. .
I was sweating already on this steamy humid night. Being late and rushing will do that do you. A cold beer to cool down and then into some wine and I should be right in the swing of things. The front door was open so I walked in. My boss was the only one in the kitchen when I entered. She turned and smiled, kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug, pressing my body against her luscious form by wrapping her hand around my butt. Nice bod, I thought. I’d never been that close to her before. She felt good. “Welcome to the party. I was worried you weren’t going to show.” Obviously she’d been drinking already. I didn’t think she would normally greet me in such a way. So drinking had to be the only explanation. We unwrapped the food I brought and walked outside together to join the rest of the party. Damn, she has a nice ass too, I thought as I followed her outside. I hadn’t thought about her like this before.
She was my superior at the office and we had always carried out a very professional relationship. Sure I had thought she was an attractive woman, but right now I would follow her anywhere, as long as I was about three paces behind her. “Look who finally arrived”, she announced to everyone above the music. “Maybe we should punish him for being late”, she suggested. Everyone laughed. She turned to me and said, “Well not right now. You have a couple of drinks first and maybe I will think of a punishment later”.
Everyone was having a good time talking and drinking and eating. It really was an enjoyable party. My girlfriend was unable to attend the party. She had made arrangements with some of her friends to go drinking. I understood. This was a last minute party. She didn’t really enjoy office gatherings. And because of that she probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it and may have even ruined my time, had she come along.
An hour or so after I was there my boss came by and asked me if I could stay behind and have that half hour meeting we hadn’t been able to get in all week. “Sure”, I said and thought nothing of the request. In hindsight it’s interesting that she chose to ask me when nearly everyone else in our small office was within earshot of her suggestion. They would all not be suspicious of me staying behind… even I wasn’t. The meeting was to discuss performance appraisals and raises for each person in the office. So staying behind made sense, because others couldn’t be part of the meeting, things would be no less busy for us over the next 7 days, and the appraisals had to be completed by the end of next week.
The party progressed. Several times Carol, my boss, and I would end up in the kitchen alone together. Be it cleaning up empty glasses or dishes or retrieving drinks for ourselves and others. Whenever this happened she found some seemingly innocent reason to brush up against me or put her hand somewhere on my body. On one occasion she Carol was preparing a tray of sweets for everyone. I leaned against a counter as she bent over her island arranging the dessert. I sipped a drink and looked at her as we chatted about nothing. Her blouse hung open exposing her breasts and her minimal bra. Nice I thought and lost track of what she was saying. Her tits were a nice size, not too big, not too small, probably a B, maybe a C cup. As I imagined caressing them and sucking them, feeling her nipples become erect my mouth, I had my own erection growing beneath the shorts I was wearing. Carol walked around the island and squeezed between myself and her work area. She could have gone the other way but chose to wiggle through this small space pushing more against me than the island I was sure, and not that I minded.
“Watch where you’re pointing that thing”, she said grinning and looking at my cock pressing against my shorts, “Someone might take that the wrong way”.
“Whichever way they’ve taken it in the past, I’ve not had any complaints”.
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