Crossing the Line
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When I crossed her bikini line with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land, it was the beginning of a new world.
It was much more than a physical boundary, where whether to wax or not is a big deal.
But, more importantly, it was a boundary between an employee and her boss. Julia’s my boss, and now she’s my lover. She’s older than me, in her late thirties, but she has a great body. Every time I see her naked, I have an urge to eat her pussy or fuck her with the strap-on we bought at a place that sells sex toys.
When I was hired, she seemed a pain in the ass to me, a real bitch. But there was something about her that appealed to me.
At 5:30 one night, as the office emptied out , I asked her to join me for drink at the bar across from our office, so that we could get better acquainted. Julia looked me up and down, as if it were the first time she noticed me. Luckily, I’d worn my sexiest outfit, which showed my tits and ass to good advantage. Maybe she was lonely since her lover Louise left for L.A. I hoped that was true because I was also between lovers.
Julia looked pretty good to me, if she were able to unwind. I’d dreamt of getting bursa escort bayanlar her naked, and then using my tongue on her boobs, ass, and cunt – the usual thing. I’d been hoping to bed her, but the only way I could figure out to find out if she was responsive to me was to get her away from the office, to a pleasant place. I invited her to the bar , and she accepted, after a short delay.
After we ordered drinks, I leaned forward and put one hand, ever so gently, on her knee, under her short skirt. “If you don’t mind my asking,” I said. “Are you looking for someone special? That’s what I’m doing.”
Instead of answering my question, she said, “Are you trying to seduce me, Ann?”
I replied, “Sorry about the hand on your knee. It’s an old habit of mine.”
“Don’t be sorry, she said. ” I like the feeling but wanted to make sure of your intentions.”
I was confused at that point and started to pull my hand away. But she put her hand over mine,
“It’s OK,” she said. “Keep your hand there.” She smiled brightly at me, as if she hadn’t invited me to touch her in a very private place, while we sat in a very public bayan sarisin escort bursa place.
We had more drinks. I moved my hand further up her thigh, meeting no resistance. I wanted to stay there, heading for her pussy with my hand, but she said, ” Let’s go back to the office, where it’s private.”
When we arrived at the office she hung up her coat and held out her hand for my coat. After putting the coats away, Julia turned, hugged me, and kissed me on the lips.
“Let’s see if you’re a just a little bitch, trying to seduce your boss,” she said.
“Of course I’m trying to seduce you, ” I said. “Is that hard to believe? You’re very attractive, and I think you’re ready for a love affair. I know that I’m ready for one. Take your Goddam clothes off!”
While keeping her eyes on mine, she stripped slowly for me. Then she came close and started to unbutton my blouse, saying “Let’s see what you have for me, Anne.”
It was a scene of erotic tension when we stood there, close together and naked. I pushed her back, against her desk, and said, ” Lean all the way back for me, on the desk .” She got onto the bayan esmer escort bursa desk, on her back. Then I pulled her panties down around her shoes.
“Spread wide for me,” I said, “show me your pussy!” She did I asked, and that was when I leaned down and used my tongue to explore past her bikini line, into her hot cunt.
“Oh God!” she said. “I’m going to come.”
But I wanted more. “Raise your legs and put them over my shoulders, ” I told her.
“Why should I?” she asked. “Just do it!” I told her. She did as I asked.
After she put her feet over my shoulders, the perineum, the sensitive path between her asshole and vagina, was fully exposed. I licked my way along that path , which is lined with sensitive nerve endings. After something like ten minutes of that treatment, she moaned and came — covering my head with her juices. I was in lesbian heaven! I’ve tasted cunt before, but none as sweet as hers.
After we cleaned up, Julia and I took a cab to her place. I’ve lived there ever since. At first we came to work at different times so that others at work wouldn’t know about our love affair.
But we decided that was silly. Now we live together openly, and to Hell with anyone who objects! Life is good and the sex is fantastic.
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Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.
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