Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copyright, 1997 By Dorothy.
I inherited this firm when my Dad died two years ago. I put my Doctoral studies on hold and came back home to look after Mum.
I thought I knew most of the business inside out. After all, hadn't I listened to my Dad talk about our small building firm ad nauseaum as I was growing up and hadn't I worked in the site office during each university break? Dad always said he needed an accountant in the firm to keep the books straight and "prevent the tax man from robbing him blind."
Picking up the reins had been more difficult than I had realized. During my first few months at the helm I relied heavily on Rick. He had been with the firm since he left school. He was like the son my parents never had. Rick lived with an elderly aunt but he was always at our place at Christmas and other celebrations. His family had been killed in a house fire when he was only 15.
Many an evening Rick and I sat on the porch, both bathed in the golden glow of twilight sharing our hopes and dreams. I felt closer to him than to anyone else in the world. He was always there for me, a shoulder to snuggle up to when things weren't going well, someone to listen, someone who believed in me more than I believed in myself, that special person who could show me all that I could be. That's the reason I just didn't understand why he turned into the employee from hell!
My first close encounter with Rick after all those years was at the funeral service. He looked so handsome in his dark suit that the sight of him almost stopped my breath. He sat by my side and the heat from his thigh as his leg was pressed against mine in the narrow pew was both comforting and exciting. I remember feeling safe and cared for as I pressed my tear soaked face into his chest and he enveloped me in his arms gently running his strong fingers through my hair.
The first few weeks I was at the office he was as helpful as he could be. But as the weeks went by he became more and more withdrawn and businesslike when I spoke with him. I often caught him staring at me but when I met his gaze he looked away and pretended to be busy.
He stopped calling in at the house and when my mother asked him why, he said that he was busy with the Engineering degree he was studying for part time. A lame excuse, I thought.
About a month ago he began to look for faults in the decisions I made at work and to make sarcastic comments in front of the other tradesmen and contractors. I knew he had the respect of the employees but I couldn't understand why he was using this to counter several instructions I had given.
But worst of all, he had taken to calling me 'Boss Lady' with a derisive little smile, a term he knew I loathed.
He had also taken to making snide comments about what clothes I wore to work. Especially when I wore mini skirts and high heels or tight fitting jeans and a tank top. I fleetingly thought 'I believe he's jealous' but dismissed this as preposterous. We had grown up together and I was sure that he knew how important he was to me. What he didn't know was I was wearing those clothes for him. I wanted him to see me as a woman, not just some kid he grew up with. I certainly saw him through different eyes. Every time I looked at him I felt a quiver like an electric current, the current of love and tremendous desire. But how could I tell him especially as he was acting like such a jerk.
Late one afternoon we were in the office discussing a tender we were putting together. With his standing so close to me I couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. I put my hand over his and looked into his face. I asked him why his behavior had changed. He pulled his hand away he said I was imagining things. "Grow up, you're in a man's world now, and your behavior and dress show your determination to maximize your assets. If you can't take the heat go back to into your kitchen." My face burned with anger. "Flattery will get you everywhere Rick. From now on I'll remember that our relationship is Boss/Employee. This meeting is terminated." He strode from the office banging the door as he went. Oh God why did I have to say those things when all I wanted was to explore every inch of him with my mouth and hands?
Pride and independence can be dreadful things but they are part of my make-up, like it or not. I decided that if that was how he wanted to play the game I would show him who was the Boss. I couldn't risk another rejection. I started taking more and more responsibility away from him and making more decisions on my own.
The gulf between us widened and our relationship disintegrated until we were merely civil to one another. I felt an emptiness inside, like someone had cut out my soul. I longed to have his arms around me. To feel the nearness of him. To laugh at his terrible puns. To be whole again. What had started out as questioning became certainty, my feelings for Rick were much more than sisterly affection. I wrote him letters I never posted. I rehearsed conversations I would never have with him. I dreamt of the exquisite sensation of having him plunging himself into me. I imagined every minute detail of what our coupling would be like. I was obsessed by him. I wanted to be possessed by him.
Rick had taken some time off. He was building himself a cabin by the lake. I couldn't bare not to see him for two weeks so I made an excuse to visit him. I dressed with more care than usual and made sure I wore a garterbelt, stockings and no other underwear under my flimsy short dress. When I drove up he was sawing a piece of timber outside. He looked up and smiled. I was delighted that he was pleased to see me. I jumped out of the car and ran towards him conscious that with every stride my dress crept up and revealed a flash of creamy flesh above my stockings.
As I stood beside him in the sunlight I had an overwhelming desire to touch him, to undress him, to explore him, to lose myself in him. I wished we could both throw off our clothes and jump into the cool water of the lake, abandoning all thoughts other than satisfying each other's hunger. My body ached for his touch and I felt dizzy with desire.
The way Rick looked at me left no doubt that his desires matched my own but the moment evaporated with his words. "Well, well a visit from the Boss Lady. What can I do for you?" Oh God he was so desirable. I thought, I can think of several things you could do for me, and with me, none of them to do with our work.
"I needed to speak to you about the tender for Millar's. It's due at the end of the week. But more importantly I need to know why you are treating me like this Rick. We have shared so much."
"Look Dorothy, it's like this. When we were children I looked on you as my kid sister and it was uncomplicated. Now we're grown adults and its complex. I don't think about you in the same way that I did. To make it even more complicated you're my boss."
Taking this as a rebuff I stormed off saying that I was glad my presence didn't illicit that response from most men. From behind me I heard Rick say, "Well baby that's no wonder when you come to work flaunting your tits, long legs and little ass to anyone who doesn't have a white stick. The men comment on your looks and body too often. Next thing you know they'll be pinning pictures of you up in the loo."
"Well Mr. Site Supervisor maybe that's what's meant as 'fringe benefits'." I spat back at him. I drove off spinning my tires on the gravel.
Tonight I went out with Tom, our local vet. There's no romance, but he was good company and he makes me laugh. We had been to see a movie and decided to call into our local bar to have a drink. We slid into one of the booths that lined the walls and ordered a drink.
The waitress that served us had a great figure which was shown off to perfection in a clinging short red skirt that looked like it had been made from the sleeve of a track suit and a very low cut midriff length top that showed her bosoms almost down to her nipples. Tom caught his breath mid-sentence and gulped the air before he could order our drinks.
After a few minutes I saw Rick weaving towards us. While he wasn't drunk he clearly had been drinking. "Hullo Boss Lady. Traveling down market tonight eh...and you have Doctor Do Little with you. Been talking to the animals have we or do you only do that during working hours?"
He lurched back to the group of guys he was drinking with. Shortly after that he was joined by the waitress who had finished her shift. Tom was talking to me but I couldn't hear a thing he was saying. I couldn't tear my eyes from what was happening in the last booth on the opposite wall. Rick had one arm around the waitress and his other hand was fondling her breast. Seconds later he had one of her breasts in his mouth and was trying to grind himself into her through his jeans as he pushed her up against the wooden partition. She raised her leg and coiled it around Rick's thigh, like a tendril of ivy winding its way around a strong straight tree trunk. Her right arm slid up his chest and snaked around his neck pulling his head further into her enormous cleavage while she rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in the front of his jeans. I could hear her say, "Oh Rick I've waited a long time for this. Oh baby are you going to have the fuck of your young life tonight!"
I couldn't believe my eyes I wanted to run as far away as I could. I wanted to escape the knowledge of what I had just witnessed. I asked Tom to drive me home. He seemed oblivious to what had happened.
I spent the next hour of pacing up and down my bedroom floor like a caged lioness. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he have been doing that with me? Where was he now? Please, please don't let him be with her. I was consumed by jealousy. Why had I been so proud? Whey hadn't I seduced him long before this? God I'm a fool. I was drowning in remorse.
I decided to drive down to the building site where we had a transportable office. I had to do something to stop myself from going crazy. I went inside and started aimlessly shuffling papers around on the desk. Not long after my arrival the metal door of the office flew open and Rick stepped into the doorway saying, "Who's there? This is private property". When he saw it was me he sighed with what seemed like exasperation and said, "Oh no, not you."
I felt like someone had wrenched my heart from my chest. All I could say was, "I wanted you Rick. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. What have I done to you for you to treat me like this?" He came further into the office and closed the door behind him. He stood close to me and looked down into my face. I felt dwarfed as he towered over my slight 5'2" frame.
"That's the problem you've done nothing. I don't think you'd know how to," he sneered.
This was one insult too many. "What would you know about what I could or couldn't do. You seemed to be having your needs met by the hostess with the mostest." Our eyes met and there was a moment's silence. The tension between us was almost tangible. I wanted to slap his face and rip the clothes from his body and consume him utterly all at the same time.
"Well, well the lady does have some fire after all. And surprise, surprise I do think she's jealous. Perhaps we should center into conciliation Boss Lady." With that he crossed the short space between us and pulled me roughly to his chest. He pulled my head back gently but firmly and devoured my mouth with his. As his tongue darted in and out of my mouth I kept thinking of how much I wanted to feel the shaft of his penis sliding in and out of my tight hot pussy.
"Fuck me Rick, Fuck me now."
"Patience, Boss Lady, it's after hours and now I'm the boss. I'll decide the agenda and the pace."
He pushed me back onto the desk and lifted each of my legs so that they were resting on each of his broad shoulders. He moved forwards so that my knees draped over his back like a scarf . Then he put his hands under my ass and lifted my pussy up to his face. "You have no idea now long I've wanted to do this," he smiled, as he leaned forward slightly to cover my pussy with his mouth.
He ran his callused hands over the flesh of ribcage, my chest and then over my smooth well rounded breasts. He grasped my nipples and kneaded them between his fingers. His hands felt like sandpaper but my nipples cried out for more. As his tongue worked its magic I thrust my cunt towards him so hard that only the tops of my shoulders remained on the desk. The little hot tyrant between my legs was giving the commands now. I threw my head back and murmured, "Ooohhh, yeessss."
I had the strongest orgasm think I've ever experienced. It just went on and on and my pussy just kept spasming while my entire body was pleasantly racked by a series of little convulsions. I fell limply back onto the desk. All Rick said was, "Oh no, not yet my lovely. I'm not done with you yet, not by a long way. I have thought about this moment everyday since you came back. Every time my eyes roamed over your body and I got that heavy feeling in my cock and balls."
He deftly undid his jeans and I saw his weapon for the first time. I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass in fact in every orifice of my body. It's coating of pre-cum invited to be licked up and spread around inside my mouth. He held me roughly and I could feel his strong fingers digging into my ass as he thrust his rod into my by now saturated cunt. I stretched my arms down by my sides and grasped the tops of Rick's legs to pull him further into me if that was possible. I could feel the muscles at the top of his legs contracting and his pelvis slowly rocking as he rammed his cock into my clasping dripping pussy. He closed his eyes, clenched his lips together and thrust his chin forward as he thrust himself into me with faster and more ferocious movements. It felt superb, as if he was thrusting his majestic sword into the scabbard that was made to fit it. We were both swept up in a wave of ecstasy that took us up into the heavens then brought us gently crashing onto the beach of blessed relief.
All the tension that had been between us had vanished. All I could murmur was, "Oh Rick," as I covered his face with kisses.