Bess Is Burning
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A female store manager gives in to temptation to end up in a compromising situation with some of the employees. Unbeknown to her, she is not the first lonely middle-aged woman they've done this to. Will she end up as just another plaything?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Gang Bang Double Penetration BBW Big Breasts
Bess looked at Stuart out of the corner of her eye as he drove her home. She managed to clean herself up a bit with what she had on hand and get dressed. Thankfully, none of the clothes were torn. She was feeling shaky and on edge and yet thoroughly satisfied. It really has been a long time since she has been with anyone since the divorce and now her entire body vibrated with the post-orgasmic come down.
Yet her mind was also full of apprehension. What has she done? This was entirely improper. She, the manager, had sex with her subordinates in her office. Was anyone going to find out? How would they treat her now? How could they work together?
She glanced at Stuart again. He seemed deep in thought. He is not like the others. Marco and Bruce were so ... disrespectful. Yes, they made her feel good (she found herself squeezing her large thighs together at the recent memory), but they just had so little consideration. It was Stuart who stopped them and who grounded her, who brought her back to some sort of normality.
He is one of them, though. It’s also his fault. Isn’t it my fault, though? Oh God.
She felt the need to break the silence.
“Thank you again,” she said shakily. “I just ... it was all too much.”
Stuart glanced at her. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes,” Bess said. “I think I’m okay. Thank you for driving me, though. I think you are right. I shouldn’t be driving myself while I’m ... I just need to process everything,” she drew another shaky breath.
“Of course, I was going to drive you,” Stuart said gently. “I ... um ... I’ve realised I don’t even know ... can you tell me more about yourself?”
Bess suddenly found herself laughing, despite everything that happened. Or perhaps because of that. “Now you are asking me, after all of that?” she chuckled.
Stuart almost flinched. She thought for a second she saw something in his eyes that might have resembled hurt.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Sorry, okay?”. She put up her hands in a universal “peace” gesture.
He looked at her for a sec and nodded, giving her a quick smile.
“Nothing much to tell, really,” she continued. “My husband walked out on me about 15 years ago and it was basically all work since then. We didn’t have kids and well, what else was there to do?”
She didn’t really know why she was telling him this. Am I giving him ammunition to use against me in the future? It didn’t seem like it, she thought. She again thought of the pain she saw in his eyes when he thought she was laughing at him.
She reached out and gently touched his hand. “Listen,” she said. “What happened ... it happened. I don’t know how I’m going to feel but ... I wanted you to know I really appreciate what you did there. Even when you, well, listened when I...”
Bess stopped. “Thank you for not coming in my mouth” just sounded ridiculous. Stuart seemed to understand immediately. He reached out and squeezed her hand again. He also seemed at loss as to how to talk about that specific incident. “Yeah, I didn’t want to ... I knew you didn’t ... no problem,” was all he could muster. He gave her a sheepish smile.
God, he is so young. Was I the one taking advantage of them? He is so gentle.
“I think this is your place?” Stuart asked, stopping outside a Westmead address she gave him. It was a house in a quiet cul-de-sac, the street even more empty and dark at this time of night.
“Indeed,” she looked at him again. “Thank you.”
On impulse she leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you ... for everything,” she repeated.
He looked at her, a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, his hair still tousled. “Er, no problem,” he said. He ran his hand through his hair.
She remembered again the look in his eyes as he watched her shaking her head while she was splayed on the desk. It wasn’t pity, either, it was something else. He actually listened to me ... he actually cared.
As Stuart looked at her, apart from all his other emotions, it was hard to deny that his boss still looked good enough to eat and her flushed look still very much brought out a memory of recent events. She looked at him again, in a way that she didn’t seem to have previously, and suddenly her mouth was on his again.
Bess didn’t quite know why she has done this. Perhaps it was the way that Stuart has suddenly displayed his own vulnerability. Perhaps it was her need to shake off the memory of being treated like a whore. Perhaps (she could barely admit to herself) it was the way her body was humming, was still asking for more, as if it got a taste of something it was missing and now couldn’t get enough of.
They kissed, not a frenzy this time, more of a gentle exploration. His hands were now roaming again, though, he couldn’t help himself. She moaned against his mouth as his hand cupped her breast. As they broke the kiss, they stared at each other.
“I think...” Bess managed. Ah, in for a penny, in for a pound, I guess. She gave up on sorting out her emotions and her lust as they started kissing again. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting his hand inside.
“Ahh, oooh,” she sighed, only some satin now between his hand and her warm flesh. She looked around at the dark street and quickly got rid of this impediment.
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