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Boss forced herself on me
I work at a grocery store. I'm 19 and saving for college. My girlfriend is 22 and has a better job, so we have an apartment and do okay.
My boss is 38 and recently separated from her husband. She is a pretty stern boss, not the warmest personality, but she is fine. I try to stay on her good side, because she can be a bitch when she is upset. She is above average looking, but her personality kind of sucks. She asked me if I would help her move to a new house on our day off and I said sure. I called a friend of mine to help with the heavy furniture.
We moved her stuff and it took most of the day. My boss got some pizza and beers for us, but my friend had to leave, so it was just me and my boss. It was nice to get to know her outside of work. We talked for a while.
I told her that I had to get back home to my girlfriend and was about to leave when she said, "You can't leave yet. I'm going to fuck you," and took off her yoga pants. It was a statement, not a question. I was shocked. She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my jeans and underwear, and told me to lie on the floor. I did as I was told.
I wasn't opposed to any of this, but it was a bit terrifying to not be in control. It was also a major surprise. She rubbed her trimmed pussy across my dick to get it hard. Her labia were moist. She put me inside of her and she was wet and tight. She said, "You'll like this, and don't worry, I can cum quickly." She started fucking me, and took off her t-shirt to let me play with her tits. Her nipples were erect cones. She was turned on.
I was dumbfounded by all of this, although I enjoyed it. When she reached orgasm, she told me to cum in her pussy and when I wasn't quite there yet she said, "Come on! Do it!" as she rode harder. I unloaded in her and she rested for a minute or two with me still inside her. After she caught her breath, she got off and put her yoga pants on, saying that I was better than she imagined.
I went home in a daze. I didn't ask for any of this, but I was grateful. At work a couple of days later she didn't say a word about what we did, nor did she ever in subsequent days. I haven't brought it up, either, because she hasn't. It is so fucking strange.
Twenty years ago, I graduated college and started a new job in Gulf Shores with the company I interned with. I was engaged but my future wife was living in Atlanta and had two years of college left.
My boss Liddy was married with a 8 year old son. For an older lady, she was fit and wore tight business skirts or pants. I loved checking out her ass. She caught me a few times and smiled. I started complimenting her and she loved the attention. One time I asked if she'd lost weight. She said yes and added her husband never noticed or commented.
It was 4h of July weekend and my fiancé went to Savannah so I was alone. Liddy's husband was talking her son camping with friends so she was solo too. I tossed out a slow pitch to see if it would connect. I invited her over because my condo is having a cook out and I was told we have a great view of the fireworks. I was shocked he agreed to come.
She arrived wearing no make up wearing a tight USA flag t-shirt and a knee length 'mom' denim skirt and flip flops. She drank wine and I had a few beers. We talked the entire time until it got dark. She needed to pee so we went to my condo to watch the fireworks. During the show, we kissed things progressed and we had sex. I told her to spend the night after. She did. We had sex the next morning and went to get breakfast. We secretly hooked up until I got transferred to Atlanta and married my fiancé.
She sounds like fun woman that know's what she needs and how to get it. Play your cards right you can have a nice fwb relationship.