Elizabeth and The Boss – Part 1

The phone rang suddenly and I almost spilled my tea.

“Elizabeth, get in here, NOW!!”

It was Adam, my boss. My sexy, demanding and clearly exasperated boss who was evidently starting to see through the tissue of lies I had written on my resumé. It was my first day.

I stood up slowly to give me a chance to arrange my breasts in my slightly too unbuttoned shirt. Then I raked my fingers through my long hair and smoothed my tight pencil skirt down over my thighs.

Aware of the chemistry which had already started to develop between us at my interview, I had taken great care in dressing that morning. First, a black silk balcony bra which held my breasts perfectly and made them sit up and beg for attention. I had decided against wearing any panties. I’d reached instead for a very sheer pair of black hold-up stockings which hugged my thighs with a simple black band. A close-fitting pale pink shirt was buttoned over my breasts and tucked into a black pencil skirt which clung tightly to my ass and my legs. Finishing a few inches below the knee and seemingly demure from the front, it had a long slit up the back. I wore a pair of classic black stiletto heels.

As I hurried to the boss’s office, I was happily aware of the attention I was getting from every man in the place.

I knocked politely at his door and was told to enter.

“Yes sir, you want to see me?”

I watched lust steadily replace exasperation in his eyes as he looked at me.

“You’re damn right I want to see you! Firstly, you have utterly destroyed my schedule. Sent people to meet me that I expressly told you that I didn’t want to see. You’ve called the same person twice to confirm a meeting! Not to mention that I’ve just had a text confirming a cab I don’t need . . .”

He went on like this for a few minutes as I looked up at him through my eyelashes and tried to appear contrite. I had already made peace with the idea that secretarial work might not be for me but I hardly knew how to make it up to him.

“Sir, what can I do . . . ” I said helplessly.

There was a pause as we stared at each other.

“Come here,” he said. “Shut the door. Lock it.”

Slightly weak at the knees, I did as I was told and swayed into him as he kissed me. I felt myself get wet as I ran my hands over his muscular body and his beautiful hard dick pressed up against my belly.

Grabbing me, he pushed me up against the wall and starting kissing me properly, pulling my shirt out of my skirt and unbuttoning it quickly, as if he’d been dying to get at my body for a long time. As he pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Beautiful.” he said, admiring me.

I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of “Elizabeth and The Boss”!

You can read Part 2 here.

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Love, Elizabeth

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