Page 54 of My Boss

“Why do you actually need the tie?

“I’m at work.”

“No one is here but you and me.”

“Which doesn’t change the fact that I’m at work.”

Geez, what a formalist.

“When you fucked me, were you at work too?”

He freezes, but only for a second. He nimbly puts his tie through the loop, pulls it up to his neck, wraps the collar, then turns around, walks over to me, leans over my face and puts his hand under my skirt.

“Have you forgotten, Maria, that when I fucked you, I wasn’t wearing a tie?” He grabs my ass, digging his fingers into it, and kisses me on the lips.

As his tongue slips between my lips, a hot wave of desire spreads below my belly. Gosh, I’ve just had an orgasm, and I’m aroused again.

Or maybe I just want to pee? Probably both. Jan’s finger glides to my pussy. I feel a tickle deep down in my abdomen. Oh yes, I definitely have a full bladder. Too much coffee.

“Jan, I have to go to the bathroom.”

A murmur of displeasure escapes him. He moves away slowly, pulling at my lower lip with his teeth.

“Go. I’ll be next door, in the men’s,” he replies and gives me a slap on the ass.

Christ, he’s making me crazy. How is it possible that he has been hiding for a whole year with his staggering eroticism?

He probably wasn’t hiding at all, just venturing elsewhere. But when, if he sat at work until the wee hours of the night, and came to the office at dawn? I ponder this on my way to the restroom. Or maybe he invited prostitutes here? Did he fuck them at this window, exactly the same way he did me? I feel pressure between my ribs. No… Such a guy does not use the services of whores. He just needs to walk into any bar, and the chicks spread their legs for him, no questions asked.

Jan may be a grumbler and a boor, but let’s not kid ourselves—what chick who is in the mood for a one-night-stand cares about the personality of the guy at the bar? He has to be handsome, have a big dick and be able to fuck well.

And Jan unquestionably possesses these qualities.

When I enter the restroom, I realize almost immediately that I’m not wearing panties. Christ, I’m a real floozy. I wander around the office in only a bra (because my jacket was also leftunder the window) and a skirt (which, in addition, looks like a dog just finished chewing on it).

I pee, reproaching myself for acting like a wanton woman! I’m a little sore between my thighs, but it’s a nice soreness. All in all, no one has ever fucked me so decently. What Jan did was… Well, it was amazing.

I leave the stall, walk over to the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t recognize myself. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are as big as saucers, my lips are swollen. Truly, the office’s disheveled Miss Promiscuous! I shake my head in disapproval. I put my foot on the sink and wash myself down there to rinse off the evidence of my indiscretion.

Once I am refreshed, I fix my hair, remove the smudged mascara from under my eyes and leave the restroom.

My gaze immediately focuses on Jan. He is standing opposite, leaning against the wall, looking as if he is thinking about something.

Hopefully not over when to fire me. Any way you look at it, the situation is not very comfortable. Management is not in favor of this kind of affair. A boss shouldn’t screw his subordinate, especially in the workplace.

“What are you doing?” I ask like nothing happened.

“Counting.”

“What?”

“How many times have I wanted to follow you into the women’s restroom and give it to you good in the stall.”

I smile involuntarily. What a typical Jan!

“A terrible fantasy. It’s always full of women.”

“I know.”

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