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 Rick.
We were stunned at the company following the death of our beloved owner, I more than most because he had always been like a father to me. I was 15 when I lost my parents in a house fire and although my elderly aunt had cared enough to take me in, I was always closer to Dorothy's family. I spent most weekends and every holiday with them and they treated me like a part of the family...like a son.
When Dorothy came home for the funeral and to take care of her mom, I was overjoyed. I hadn't seen her for a few years but still remembered fondly the times we spent talking, rocking on the porch swing, sharing things like brothers and sisters do, although we were neither. That realization had blossomed in her absence and I missed her a great deal. It was going to be wonderful to see her again. I realized I had been in love with her for a very long time, but had never had the chance to tell her. At the funeral we sat next to each other, comforting each other in our loss.
When the announcement came down that Dorothy was going to take over control of the company, I was stunned and hurt. Of course she was the natural daughter, but I had worked with the company since getting out of school and had been looked upon by the others as the heir apparent. After all, hadn't Dorothy moved away, on to other things? Even worse than that, there had always been strict rules against fraternization among employees, no matter where they were in the company hierarchy. Personal relationships were strictly forbidden. Now that we were going to be working together as boss and subordinate my feelings would have to remain to myself.
During the transition, I helped Dorothy as much as possible, accessing her to the company records, briefing her on the pending contracts. Being close to her was both a joy and a frustration. She had great respect for her father and his rules. I had to forget my feelings for her or I would go mad.
I began to distance myself from her and her family, spending less time with her at work, making excuses why I couldn't come over to the house as often. I naively thought this was going to solve the problem, but everytime I saw her come to work in those deliciously sexy outfits I went crazy. The lecivious comments that the employees made about her made me go ballistic, but rather than taking the makers of the comments to task, I turned my frustration back upon the object of my desire, making comments that were totally uncalled for. I hated that the others were seeing what I dreamed would only be reserved for me, but could not imagine she felt the same. If she knew how I felt, why would she be flaunting herself in front of all those other guys?
One day at a meeting, she put her hands on my face and asked why I had changed. Oh, those soft delicate wonderful hands that I wished would caress the rest of me as well. Becoming agitated with my frustration, I lashed out at her, telling her she had no business running the company and that the only reason she was still around was because of the slutty way she dressed. Words I wish I could have captured before they reached her ears, yet ones that could never be taken back. It's true what they say...you always hurt the ones you truly love. I knew a line had been crossed and our relationship would never be the same.
It was obvious after that meeting there were no feelings for me other than in an employer, employee fashion. Gradually I saw my work being taken away from me and forwarded to other young turks in the office who were scrambling up the ladder. My frustration effected my work and I decided to take some time off to reassess my career.
I drove up to the cabin I was building at the lake. This is where I did my best thinking, while working up a sweat in the heat of the day. No distractions around, particularly Dorothy, who drove me insane with longing and furious with my inability to have her, both at the same time. She was the fucking boss and could change all those archaic rules her father had made up, but would she? It was all I could do to keep my cock in my pants when she was around. Here, I was away from all that.
As I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel drive, I looked up, perturbed. Now who in the hell was this coming in here? The reason I chose this spot was because of the seclusion. Probably some daft tourist who took a wrong turn, I thought. When I saw Dorothy climb out of the car, catching a glimpse of creamy thigh above the tops of her stockings, I smiled, in spite of myself. Then as she walked toward me...God, she was so fucking sexy...why was she torturing me this way...my mood turned surly. Calling her 'Boss Lady' (I knew this infuriated her) I asked her what she wanted. Her smile instantly vanished at this expression. Good, I thought to myself. Let her be as surly as I am!
Then began the inane questions...why do you treat me this way...what have I ever done to you? Geez, I thought, if you looked at the crotch of my pants, you'd know for sure what you do to me, but you're all business anymore, so I just threw it back at her, telling her things weren't the same as they used to be, how she was my boss and that complicated things. Did she get the hint? NO! She just stormed off with some wisecrack about not getting this response from other men. Instead of telling her that was because other men only lusted after her and didn't love her like I had for fifteen years, my ego got in the way once again, lashing out at her with some nonsense about how the guys were going to start pinning up pictures of her in the bathroom. God, knows, if anyone ever did, I would rip it down and give the culprit a well deserved thrashing!
Oh, wonderful. I come into the local pub for a cool one or two and who shows up but Dorothy and that weenie Dr DoLittle, or whatever the hell that pansy's name is. Well, maybe he's not a pansy, but he's certainly not a man. A man that was with Dorothy would have paid total attention to her, putting her on a pedestal, worshiping her (perhaps I have had a bit too much to drink tonight...but still) instead of nearly spilling his drink in his pants when the waitress with the big tits came around to serve them. What a floozy. Nothing like Dorothy who could be as sexy as a $1000 a night call girl and a lady all at the same time. That's what I fantasized about her. She exuded sensuality...every man's fantasy, to have a woman who was a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom. (I really must stop my drinking...I'm getting much too crass...but I digress).
Unable to contain myself in my current state of inebriation, I walked, somewhat unsteadily I'll admit, over to the happy couple. Spouting a few well chosen and I'm sure terribly witty (although I don't recall them any longer) sentences, I returned to my drinking buddies.
As the Texas saying goes, the girls all get prettier at closing time, and when the floozy waitress got off shift and sidled up with me, my hands were all over her. I was so drunk I couldn't have gotten a hard on with a vacuum cleaner, but my mouth still worked and her tits were just right there for the sucking. Besides, I could see Dorothy and Dr What's 'Is Name over there and thought I'd give them a show. See how she likes it! The waitress couldn't have put on a better show as she practically fucked me right there at the bar...and promised as much later in the evening. Just then I saw Dorothy and the good doctor depart the premises. I felt as low as I ever had in my life, pushing the waitress away and staggering out of the tavern.
I walked for what seemed like hours. What the hell was I doing? I just made a complete fool in front of the woman I was desperately in love with. As the chill night air sobered me, I made a decision. I was going to just go down to the company and clean out my desk, leave my letter of resignation on Dorothy's desk and spend the next few months at the cabin, finishing it up and living there for a time.
Driving past the security shack at the entrance to the job site, I nodded at the guard, who hardly looked up from the copy of Playboy he had his nose buried in. (Had they begun making scratch and sniff centerfolds, I wondered, quite amused with myself.) Having made my decision had raised my spirits. I finally had a plan.
As I pulled up to the portable office building I noticed lights on inside. Wondering if somebody else had sneaked by the ever attentive watchman I went to investigate. "Who's there? This is private property". When I saw it was Dorothy, my knee jerk reaction was, "Oh no, not YOU!".
Her response took me by surprise. "I want 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?"
Some day I will learn to just enjoy the gifts that life gives us, but this was not to be the day. "You flaunt your way around every Tom (oh, right, that was the good doctor's name), Dick and Harry without a second thought to how it makes me feel! I've loved you for 15 years. Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to know that all these other jerks just want to bend the boss over the desk and dip their wicks?"
"Jesus, Rick, I dressed that way for you. I thought you would like that and I wanted to drive YOU crazy, not the rest of the staff! Besides, what the hell do you care? You seemed to be having your needs met by the hostess with the mostest."
"Well, well, what a surprise. Are you jealous Boss Lady? How does it feel to have the tables turned? If it weren't for that damned fraternization policy we could enact a truce and both get what we want."
"And that's another thing, Rick. Read your fucking memos once in awhile! The first one I sent around when I took over was one that recinded that archaic policy. My father had no business trying to rule people's emotional lives! I love him and respect his business savey, but I'm not his clone."
With that, I crossed over to her, taking her in my arms, my mouth ravenously assaulting hers. As her lips crossed my cheek and slid sexily to my ear, she whispered, "I do have ideas of my own, and the one on my mind right now is that I want you to fuck my brains out on the desk right here...and I mean now, mister!"
"Patience Boss Lady, it's after hours and now I'm the boss, I'll decide the agenda and the pace."
Pushing her back onto the desk I knelt before her. Sliding her short skirt over her hips, I raised her legs over my shoulders. Running my fingers along the inside of her thighs, I slid my fingers into the leg band of her panties and ripped them off of her with one tug.
"You have no idea now long I've wanted to do this," I breathed wantonly as my mouth covered and devoured her wet, fragrant pussy.
My hands, rough from the work I had done up at the cabin slid upwards along her sides, cupping her perfect breasts harshly, pinching her nipples with my fingers. My tongue continued it's assault on her cunt as she pressed it tightly against my mouth, bringing all but her shoulders off the desk. Her throaty moans spurred me on as my tongue found every sensitive spot along that sensitive trail.
Her orgasm was intense. I'd never seen anyone cum that long and that hard before and her legs locked around my head, her fingers tangled in my hair pulling me tighter against her as her pussy spasmed, clutching at my tongue which was buried within her.
I was possessed and I wanted Dorothy NOW. As I stood, my hands went to the buckle of my jeans. Lowering the zip, they dropped around my thighs as my cock was freed, the purple head of my turgid shaft winking in the light from the coating of precum upon it. With one swift vicious thrust I was buried to the hilt inside her. I clenched Dorothy's ass roughly as my cock pistoned in and out of her more than ready pussy. She reached down, grasping the tops of my legs, pulling me deeper into her with every stroke.
"Fuck me...fuck me hard lover," she cried as I jackhammered into her. Feeling the ultimate release coming, my eyes closed, I withdrew until only the tip of my cock was touching her wetness, then with one last incredibly hard and deep thrust I came, filling her. As she felt the pulsing inside her, Dorothy came yet again on the heels of my own climax.
When it was over, and we had taken the time required to settle back down to Earth, we looked at each other. Satisfied, if only for the moment, we kissed once again. One kiss turned into many, not just on our lips, but on every part of our faces.
"Oh, Rick..." she murmured.
"I love you, D..." I confessed, for the second time that night...but only the second of a hundred thousand times I would tell her that over our lifetime spent together.