I'm just shy of turning twenty-one. I'm your average guy: tall, short brown hair and blue eyes. I'm not athletic at all, but I'm not overweight. I'm just average in most places. I've recently started a new job as a receptionist, so I work nine to five Monday to Friday, except on Thursdays where we're open until seven.
Normally it's pretty dead on a Thursday evening so everyone leaves at five and I hang around by myself until closing, but this week was different. It got to five o'clock and everyone was going home, but I never saw my manager leave. She's normally gone before everyone else, but she must have still been upstairs. Once everyone had left and I made sure there were no clients in the building, I went upstairs to see if Jenny was still around.
Jenny was my manager. She was quite young, early to mid-thirties, long brown hair and dark eyes. She was tall, had a great figure, great boobs and a killer smile. I knew she was married, but I couldn't help but fantasize about her and the things I wanted to do with her.
I was nervous as I walked towards her door, as all the thoughts I was having were turning me on. I tried to compose myself as I knocked on her door.
"Hello?" came from the other side.
"Hi, Jenny, it's just me. I was just checking if you were still here. Everyone else has left."
"Thanks, Ryan, but I'll probably be here all evening. Let me know when you're leaving so I don't get stuck here overnight though."
"Yeah, of course. Shout downstairs if you need help with anything."
I walked back towards the stairs to head down to the reception area when I heard Jenny shout.
"Wait, Ryan, whilst you're here, could you come and look at something?"
I stopped in my tracks and went back towards the office. I let myself in and saw Jenny getting frustrated at the computer. She was wearing a low-cut shirt showing off her cleavage, and tight-fit trousers that showed off her perfect ass and legs. My mind started to wander again and I could feel my dick get hard in my pants.
"Could you come and have a look at this?"
Jenny's voice brought me back to reality.
"Yeah, sure, what's the problem?"
"None of these figures are adding up and I can't work out why. They need to be sorted by tomorrow afternoon otherwise I'll get in shit with my boss."
"Let me have a look. Do you mind if I sit?"
Jenny stood up and as I squeezed past her to take her seat, her ass brushed against my crotch, but almost as if she had done it on purpose. I took a seat, my heart racing, and my dick still hard in my pants. I was trying to concentrate on the computer screen and figure out the problem, but then Jenny came leaning over me to look at what I was doing and I couldn't help myself. Her boobs were so close to my face and I'm sure she'd purposely rubbed against me, so I took a chance.
I grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips. I was shaking with nerves and adrenaline as I kept kissing her, not believing what I was doing. Then I stopped, remembering she was married and she was my boss.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't--" I stood up and tried to stutter out an apology but Jenny just put her finger to my lips to quiet me and kissed me again. It was softer this time, but no less intense. Her lips parted and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I pulled her closer to me, not wanting this to stop.
As Jenny was lightly moaning and pushing into me, I grew more confident, knowing what I wanted. I grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there, kissing her lips and neck, sucking slightly. She was moaning more now and as I let go of her arms, her hand slid down my body and grabbed my hard dick.