It wouldn’t be ok now

Back in 1990 I was 22, working at a social services office visiting old people for adaptations, my boss took an interest in me and although I know it was wrong my fella loves hearing about it now and other stuff in the lead up to sex so thought you might too. If it turns you on then please comment. I might not finish it tonight so if u do comment I’ll know to finish it. And like my old boss I don’t mind if you’re crude.
I had a live in boyfriend at the time, bit of a bad lad, I knew he cheated on me and I told my boss one day in tears. My boss listened, sympathised and rubbed my shoulders to remove the tension. He was older than me, old enough to be my dad and married. He told me how gorgeous I was, how lucky my fella was. He asked me about sex, was I not “giving it up to him enough” and soon I found myself telling him about sex we had. To be honest my relationship with my boyfriend was that he usually got it when he wanted it, usually me on my back in bed. Sometimes in the morning, same way. 3 maybe 4 times in a week.
Me and my boss started to get into a pattern, he’d call me in in the morning. How are you? So did you? No I’d say he didn’t want me or yes we did. What were you wearing? “I was naked in bed”. When? “Last night”. Did he cum in you? “Yes”. Did u cum? “No, I got close but no”. Did he rub your breasts? “Yes, briefly”.
I found I got turned on during sex thinking I’d be telling my boss about it and I got turned on standing in my bosses office telling him what we did. It probably improved my sex life at home. I didn’t play with myself much then. I would suck him more and I was thinking a lot more about sex so was wetter and easier for him to just get on top of me. My boss started taking it further just slowly but I was hooked already, I found it so sexy standing in front of him. My breasts became my tits, my vagina my pussy, my bum my arse, my fellas penis his cock and if I used the wrong term I would have to tell him again with the right words.
More questions “has he ever spanked you?”, “no never”. “Why not? Has anyone spanked you?”no. I don’t know, Why would he? “ because you’ve got a fabulous arse that needs spanking. What sizes are you?” “36b size 10 waist”. God your sexy, get out before I put you over my knee and spank you”. And I’d run feeling flushed and sexy and naughty.
“Michelle stop wearing trousers to work”. “No, I don’t want to. Trousers are easier than skirts and dresses, less hassle on visits”. “Why?” “You know why, old men”. “Don’t be such a prude, they’re harmless, give them a break, you’re probably the only excitement they get.” “They aren’t! I have to stop wondering hands as it is. Why do u want me to wear a skirt or a dress?” I asked feeling myself flushing and turned on. “Because when it’s quiet I’m going to get you to lift it and show me your knickers”. “No don’t. I could just pull my trousers down a little, show you them at the side now”. “No, I want to see them properly. Wear a skirt tomorrow.”, and nice knickers”.
And I did. Knowing I shouldn’t but so turned on as I drove to work. I stood in front of his desk in the morning. “Did he have you last night?” No”. Why not? “Said he was tired”. “He’s mad. What knickers are you wearing? Are they sexy?”. “I think so. I guess I don’t know what you like.” “Describe them, tell me what I’ll see in detail”.
“They’re white, tight, see through at the front, please can I just show you? Other people will arrive soon”. “Are your pubes black?”. “Yes.”
No, we will wait till tomorrow now. When you drive in think about what you will say. Then come in, Describe yourself crudely and your arse as well. “Ok, ok. I’ll try. “ I was embarrassed but also turned on.
The next day I was in 10 minutes earlier, I’d rushed. Did u last night? “No but we did this morning. I sucked him up and then he fucked me, on my back”. Did he cum up you? “Yes”. Did you? Nearly. Did you have a bath? “No I wanted to get here, I wiped it.”
Describe what u did properly and then your knickers.
“I have no privacy! After he had finished he rolled off me. We lay together for a few minutes. Then I looked at the clock. I dashed to the bathroom, had a wee, washed my face brushed my teeth then wiped my pussy with the facecloth at the sink. I was suddenly really conscious I might be showing you my knickers. I pushed it in me with my finger to get the sperm out. It is clean, I made sure. Then I got my nicest knickers for you and matching bra. They’re pink and small and tight. From the front you’ll see them and maybe some of my black hairs at the top I think. From behind they are nothing special but you keep saying you like my arse so I think you’ll like them.
“Your nipples are sticking through your top and you’re flushed” are you wet?
“You sod, I’m turned on. Yes I know I’m wet and ready. Do u want to see them? Can I show you?”
Yes pull it up slowly
I had to. Black skirt, tight not too short. The first time I’d ever lifted my own skirt for a man to look at me.
And I did. We crossed a line. I loved what he did to me without touching me even. And also what he made me say.
“My god you’re gorgeous. Open your eyes”
Thank you. And I looked at his face
Turn round. I want to see that arse.
I turned round
“Jesus. Don’t pull it down until you’re at the door.”
Now go do some work!
And I walked to the door, holding my skirt up so he could look at my arse, wishing we could be alone for the day.