Two days ago, I had the perfect night with my new boss. I changed jobs in April after a few weeks of personal turmoil (more on that in another story?). I t wasn’t the first time that my boss and I spend the night together, but it was the greatest one up to now.
Call me a slut for sleeping with my boss, but I can’t help being attracted to older men. They are so gentle, careful and experienced. They treat me like a princess, so I can’t help treating them like a king.
But let me begin to tell you what happened.
After I had started my new job, I had some time and thoughts to write a story for Lush about a taboo encounter in Okinawa last year. I uploaded it and the response was amazing. One friend (let’s call him ‘N’) poked me and we chatted about the story. ‘How r u?’ ‘Hot and horny’. ‘Why?’ ‘Because of the responses to my story.’ ‘Great story!’ ‘I ‘ll have a date with my boss tonite.’. ‘Will u fuck?’
I know that N is an older guy about 50 and chatting with him about my boss made me even hornier. I became wet and couldn’t wait to get out to be with my boss. He showed up in my cubicle and told me to finish working. I saw that he was eager for a hot night, too. So, I said goodbye to N and off we went.
Even though I started just three weeks ago, boss and I had immediately started a relation. We have been out for a few times, and knew his ritual before and during sex.
First, we have something light to eat. My boss doesn’t like to engage in full body contact with an empty stomach. Too much eating is bad, too, so we always go to a tempura place close to our company.
That night we were sitting in our favorite corner, away from the busy entrance and hidden from too many views. After chatting with N, I was so hot. I opened the first two buttons of my office uniform blouse, and when my deep fried shrimps on a rice bowl (Tempura donburi) arrived I opened the third one. That gave my boss a glimpse of my pink bra. He loves that I wear new underwear on each date.
His eyes nearly popped out when he saw that. I further increased the heat by slowly raising that shrimp to my lips, slowly opening my mouth and playing with it using my tongue. He breathed harder by the minute!
He gulped down his meal and couldn’t wait to pay the waiter. On my way out I could feel his eyes burning through my tight office suit skirt. His eyes were glued to my butt.
In the hotel (Oh, how much I love those Japanese Love Hotels. They are so spacious with a big bath and a big bed. Many mirrors on the walls and even in the ceiling give a view from different angles. Men are so easily aroused by visual cues!)
Our ritual in the hotel is the following:
I start running the water for a bubble bath. Then I sit on his lap and we French kiss, during which we slowly undress each other. We have our hands all over each other’s body. Jackets, necktie, shirt, blouse, shoes, skirt, socks, stockings, trousers, come off one after one in that order.
Finally, we only wear our pants (mine were pink that night!), I rub my Venus mound against his hard cock.