Seducing the Boss
Copyright© 2018 by MsFoxxx
Chapter 5: The Ride Home
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Ride Home - This is a story about Jessie, a shy girl, who fantasizes about her boss,Daniel. If you're looking for a stroke story, this isn't it. Much sex, but much more "realistic" romance ;)
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace FemaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Water Sports Slow
I’m in Daniel’s car. I’m IN Daniel’s car.
I’M IN DANIEL’S CAR.
No matter how many times I say it, it’s pretty surreal.
I live about forty minutes from the office, Daniel lives closer, but he promised to take me home after we needed to work overtime.
There’s not much of a conversation happening between us. I’m too nervous and he’s ... well, I don’t really know what’s up with him.
He pulls up in front of my house. The dark stained varnished door glimmers faintly in dark. The cheap brass knocker seems disapproving, somehow.
“Your mum’s waiting...”
“Yes, I see the light in her room’s on. So she’s probably reading while waiting for me to get home.”
As if by magic, the porch light goes on. A few minutes later, Mum’s bedroom light is switched off. And I’m still in the car.
Daniel looks ahead, his fists clench and unclench. It’s the only movement either of us are making. I feel the breath I’d been holding leave my body in a sigh.
“Don’t go. Please.”
I feel a touch on my cheek so light I’m not certain if it’s my imagination...
“Don’t go. Not yet...”
This is different. The fever of sexual tension has been set aside. This feels like a request for compassion. Understanding.
“I’ll make you some tea. Come in with me...”
Tiredness lines his face tonight. He seems younger and somehow older than his 38 years.
“Maybe, we both could do with a cup...”
Inside, teas are poured, yet, the clunky mugs are untouched on my mother’s vintage coffee table. Our furniture is so old, that it’s coming back into fashion ... so I guess, technically, ‘vintage’ is polite for ‘outdated as shit’.
Daniel kisses me. Drawing me into his lap. His hands are hold mine, fingers intertwined. And I lose myself in him. Teasing, biting, sucking ... sucking ... licking. I’m straddled on my mother’s ugly pink floral couches with my boss between my thighs.