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My New Boss Ch. 01

bybethanie155©

This is my first submission. The story I have in mind will take more of a BDSM/Romance turn eventually, but this is mostly build-up and story line. Not much sex in Ch. 1. Sorry!

If you're looking for a fast story, this isn't it.

Opinions are welcome.


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*TAP...TAP...TAP...TAP*

It was half past 4 on a gray, dreary Seattle afternoon. Very typical for this time of year. I was sitting in the conference room, waiting for our new boss to be introduced before the end of the work week. He was set to take over on Monday and HR insisted the introductions be made beforehand.

I sat in the conference room, tapping my pen slowly on the table, waiting patiently along with my fellow colleagues. It was Friday, so most everyone had plans and were busy tapping away on their phones, eager to get their weekends started.

Me? I would bury myself in work if they'd let me. Anything to drown out the pain of my recent breakup.

I let out a long mental sigh...

Evan. Tall, model good looks, successful. God's gift to women, so it would seem. But after nearly a year of dating, he developed a wandering eye. I tried to rationalize, I tried to work things out, but eventually it all came crashing down around me. My trust had been destroyed, along with my self esteem.

Living at the office was the perfect distraction for heartache.

I was 26 and working as an Administrative Assistant at a large web design company in Seattle. Our current boss was retiring and our new boss, whom I would work for directly, was set to arrive at any moment. There had been a buzz in the break room that our new boss was a real playboy. 'Great' I thought to myself 'I'll be booking private hotel rooms for this guy and his laundry list of lunchtime hookups.'

Needless to say, I was not all that thrilled to be losing my sweet, loving boss of 4 years, Mr. Howard. He treated me like his daughter. I even ended up at his home with his family for Christmas one year when a terrible snowstorm prevented me from flying home to Oklahoma. Knowing that a new man was about to take his place felt like betrayal. Silly, but that's what it felt like.

I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard Mr. Howard clear his throat.

"Ok, everybody. Thanks for hanging around. I'd like to introduce Paul Taylor. He will be taking my chair on Monday, so I want everyone to make him feel welcome. Paul?"

Mr. Howard ushered Paul Taylor into the room. I wasn't prepared for how handsome he was. Tall, but not too tall. Dark hair with just enough gray to make him look distinguished. Warm skin and an even warmer smile. The kind of smile that made you think that he might just know a secret about you. He wore a casual navy suit, crisp white shirt, no tie. Business casual, at it's finest. And boy, did he look fine.

'Careful Brooke' I warned myself. 'This is your boss. Be professional. He has no loyalty to you and can replace you in a heartbeat.'

I squared my shoulders and watched as he made his way around to the other employees, introducing himself. I could see the female employees shooting looks at one another. Looks that said, "Holy shit. We get to work for him?!!" Almost every woman, and a couple men, in the room had a look of lust on their face as Paul Taylor walked by. At least I wasn't alone in my sudden rush of hormones.

Paul was nearing my end of the table, shaking hands and making small talk along the way. He stepped up to me and I caught a whiff of his cologne. That alone nearly made me wet, let alone that smile that he gave me.

"Paul Taylor. And you must be Brooke. Mr. Howard has said nothing but wonderful things about you." he said.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, Brooke. Brooke Kelley. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir."

He blinked a couple of times, then a slow smile spread across his face.

"Well, Brooke Kelley. Mr. Howard has explained to me that I will not find a better assistant in the tri-state area, and that I should take special care of you so that you don't slip through my fingers. Is this true?"

I glanced at Mr. Howard, then back at Paul.

"I do my best, Mr. Taylor. I did for Mr. Howard and I intend to do the same for you."

He put his heavy hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"I look forward to it, Ms. Kelley. I will see you bright and early on Monday."

"Yes, Sir."

That same slow smile crossed his face, along with a quick wink then he was headed back to the front of the room with Mr. Howard. Everyone started to gather their things to leave for the day. I was trying to catch my breath, which I just realized that I'd been holding since Paul left my side. People were filing out, heading to their desks to get their belongings, running to catch the elevator. I was the last to leave the room, when I heard a soft,

"Ms. Kelley? Could I speak to you for a moment, please?"

"Absolutely."

"Brooke, I'd like to take you to lunch on Monday. Kind of a getting-to-know-you thing. We will be spending plenty of time together, and you will be my right arm around here, and I feel like we should really start off on the right note. So, what do you say?

I stood, staring at this beautiful man when for the first time, in a long time, I realized that I was getting aroused. Just by the sound of this man's voice. His words, his smile, his deep voice...he was seducing my senses one by one, and he didn't even realize it. I could feel muscles deep in my pussy start to clench, just staring at his broad shoulders and soft lips. Oh...I bet those are the kind of lips that you can sink into. The kind of lips that would feel amazing on my......

"Brooke? Are you alright?" He looked down at me to get me to make eye contact and smiled softly.

"Yes!" I said shaking myself out of my lust-fueled fog. "I'm sorry...yes. Lunch on Monday would be wonderful, Mr. Taylor."

"Ok. Sounds good. Have a great weekend and I'll see you Monday, then."

"Same to you, Sir."

I turned and walked back to my desk, keenly aware of how wet I was starting to feel. I grabbed my purse, my jacket and my appointment book. Our conversation made me the last one to leave for the day. I stood, waiting on the elevator when I sensed him behind me. I turned and smiled.

"Not staying late, Mr. Taylor?"

"No...I figure I should get out and enjoy my final weekend before the work starts piling up. What are your plans for the night, Brooke?

"Oh, I have a big night ahead of me. Preparing your schedule for the week, laundry....maybe even a glass of wine if I'm feeling wild." I joked.

He laughed. "Laundry? On a Friday night? What are you...25? Shouldn't you be out enjoying your free time?"

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in together. He pressed the ground floor button. The doors hissed quietly as they closed.

"I'm not much of a going-out kind of person. I'd rather have a quiet night in, to be honest."

"Ahh. Me too."

"Really? I heard that you had quite the reputation." Why did I just say that?!

"Right. Well....going out definitely has it's appeal. But, when you find the right person to stay in with, well, there's nothing better." He looked over at me with one eyebrow slightly raised and shrugged. "So, do you have someone special to stay at home with?"

Part of me was surprised that it only took this long for us to start discussing our personal lives, and in the back of my mind, I was screaming at myself to remain composed and professional. But, that smile...it made the words fall out of my mouth.

"No. No one special. Relationships haven't been kind to me."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Brooke. Just remember that not all men are assholes"

The elevator doors slide open and we step out. He leaned down to me and almost whispered,

"Sometimes, the right man will be right beside you and you don't even realize it."

My breath hitched. My attraction to him was undeniable, but never would I think that he could be interested in me. He's mid-40's. Distinguished. Handsome. Me? I'm mid-20's. Broke from student loans and emotionally damaged.

I stood there, trying to convince myself that this whole flirtation was in my head. I MUST be misreading his signals.

I looked up at him through my long lashes.

He just looked down and said simply, "I'll see you on Monday, Brooke." Then he turned and walked towards the parking garage. I stood still, trying to gather my thoughts. As I slowly walked towards the street entrance, I could feel that nagging, empty feeling deep inside of me. The feeling that can only be satisfied by a man. I only met him 20 minutes ago, and already I'm imagining what it would be like to be underneath Paul Taylor. What it would feel like to have him tease my body into a frenzy. What it would be like to have his weight on top of me, pressing into me.

I had to literally shake my head to clear my thoughts. I stepped out onto the damp, Seattle sidewalk and walked the 10 blocks back to my apartment. The entire time, trying to push thoughts of Paul out of my head.

Monday morning finally came around and I was greeted by sunshine in my window and a chirping alarm clock at 6:45 am. I don't have to be at work until 8am, but I usually like to drink some coffee and enjoy my morning in my quiet, modest apartment.

Today however? I woke up with nothing on my mind except Paul Taylor. I thought about how his dress pants rode low on his hips. I thought about that small patch of soft chest hair that I saw at the top of his unbuttoned collar. I though about how his breath felt on my neck as he leaned down and talked softly into my ear.

Without even realizing it, I found my hand rubbing slow circles on my stomach. My eyes were closed as I imagined Paul crawling up my body, kissing his way from my ankles...to my thighs...to my pussy.

My hands were slowly sliding underneath my white panties. I pulled them down, just above my knees. I let my hands slide down my hips and over my soft inner thighs. I rubbed back and forth over my thighs, awakening my nerves and flooding my body with a surge of hormones.

Oh, what would it feel like if it were Paul's hands on me? His hands. Rough. Big. Rubbing my thighs until juice started to leak from my pussy? Teasing me. Almost touching my soft, outer lips, but not quite? Enough to drive me wild?

I let my thoughts and fantasies drag me away from reality for the first time in months. I slowly took my fingers and dragged them across my clit.

"MMMMmmmm....Ohhh." I moaned softly.

I started rubbing my middle and ring fingers around my clit faster, desperately trying to imagine that it was my new boss causing this stirring inside of me.

I planted my feet on my bed and lifted by hips. I rubbed faster, bringing my left hand up under my tshirt. I squeezed my, now erect, nipple tightly. It sent jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. As I was working myself up to orgasm, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across my room. The sight of myself with one hand frantically working my clit, my hard nipples under my shirt, the look of pure lust on my face, is what sent me over the edge. I could feel my muscles clench, my soaking pussy started to quiver. I was pushed into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever given myself.

"Oh. Wow." I mumbled as I came down from my high.

No man had ever been able to give me an orgasm nearly as powerful as I could give myself...but even that just topped the list of best self-produced orgasms I'd ever had. It took me a couple minutes to calm my breathing. I pulled my hand away from my pussy and it was covered in my wetness. I stood up and stretched.

Not a bad way to start a Monday.

I made my way to my shower and stepped in. I let the warm torrent of water flow over my face and down my body. I could feel it dripping heavily over my still erect nipples. I grabbed the body wash and lathered up.

As I washed, I did what most women do. I critiqued myself. Especially since Evan stepped out on me, I had become very self critical. After all...he wouldn't have cheated if he had been happy with me, right? At least, that's what I told myself. It would take me years to realize that he would have cheated no matter what. Some people just do and don't see the harm in it.

Deep down, I knew that I was a catch. I worked out regularly and had the body to show for it. Toned in all the right places, soft in the right places. A butt that might be just a little too big, and my breasts were also large, but thankfully gravity had been kind to me. They stood proudly, with perky brown nipples that were insanely sensitive. I'd almost come before, just having them played with, but had never quite been able to make it happen.

'Someday...' I thought to myself.

I finished washing my hair and stepped out. While drying off, I could feel the cool air hit my pussy and that same empty feeling that I had on Friday filled me again. I just had an incredible orgasm. How could I still feel dissatisfied? In the back of my mind, I thought about Paul again. I could not get this man out of my mind. Then suddenly I remembered that I'd be having lunch with him. I wanted to look good. Really good.

I dried and styled my long brown hair. Put on a little extra makeup than usual and headed to my closet. I settled on a classic look. White button up dress shirt, black pencil skirt, black pumps. I found a pair of thigh high stockings in my dresser and slowly slid them up my legs, letting the lace tops squeeze my thighs softly. I put on my best black bra and panties. The kind of bra that gave a woman like me plenty of cleavage. I had no idea why I was going to so much trouble. The whole office would realize that I was playing 'dress up' for our new, sexy boss, but I guess I thought that a man that gorgeous wouldn't want to be caught dead having lunch with someone that didn't look half as appealing as he did.

I slipped my shoes on and stood in front of the mirror. I gave myself a once over and approved. I grabbed my purse, my phone and my appointment book and made my way downstairs.

Stepping out onto the street, I felt more confident than I had in months. The sun was shining, I had given myself one hell of an orgasm this morning and I was about to start my workweek with my new, devastatingly sexy boss.

I couldn't get to work fast enough.

Once I got there, I got busy. I had a list of how Mr. Taylor wanted things done. He liked his coffee black, with two sugars. He needed his daily schedule sent to him before he arrived at the office at 9am. He needed me to make sure that his schedule was clear for his lunch hour and to make sure that all appointments for the day were confirmed.

It was 8:55am when I was setting his coffee on his desk, making sure that his computer and ipad were fired up and ready to go, when he walked in the room.

"Wow. Brooke....you look....incredible."

I blushed at his observation. I also felt that, now familiar, clench deep inside my pussy.

"Thank you, Sir. I believe everything is ready to go for you. I have some emails to catch up on, unless there is anything else you need?"

He took his suit jacket off and smiled. He walked behind his desk with me. I could see the muscles in his chest and shoulders flex as he slung it on the back of his chair. He stood next to me, then leaned on his desk.

"Mr. Howard was right. I'm going to have to make sure that I don't lose you, aren't I?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Taylor."

"Good. I'm really looking forward to lunch today, Ms. Kelley."

"So am I." I smiled and mirrored his flirtation. Where was this confident Brooke coming from?!

He returned my smile and stood up. He had nearly a foot on me, and being under his gaze, this close to his masculine body was intoxicating. I stepped back. I dropped my gaze from his eyes, to his chest, to his stomach, to his belt, and quickly to his manhood...which I could have sworn just flexed before my very eyes. I blushed furiously and looked back up at him, only to see him meeting my gaze with matched intensity.

"Well, if there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll be catching up on your email and setting your calender for the week." I bit the corner of my lip and walked out. Knowing full well that he was watching me go, I added a little extra sway to my step. Letting my ass wiggle just enough to give him something to think about. I got back to my desk and could already feel a damp spot in my panties. It was 9:02 am.

It was going to be a long day.

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