The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite

... something by everyone; as if she were the queen of the universe, and everyone around her only existed to please her, and to do her bidding. She sized him up and he caught her, but she did not notice. He responded by doing the same to her. Jack gave her a once over and thought to himself that she might have been an entitled, stuck up bitch, but she was an entitled, stuck up bitch that just so happened to be sexy as fuck! He looked almost hungrily at her; her caramel-colored face, brown, almond-shaped eyes surrounded by long eye lashes that seemed to make them just pop that much more; and plump, juicy lips that were covered by clear, shimmering lip gloss. The rest of her face, she had lightly made up to enhance the rest of her more attractive facial features. Her face was surrounded by gleaming black hair with copper highlights, and it fell just past her chin. A thin, gold rope with a heart for a charm adorned her long, sensual neck, and the skin that was not covered by her respectable work attire was the light color of milk chocolate. Jack’s eyes moved further down to her chest. Covered by a thin, white blouse, Jack guessed that she was 34, or 36 B cup; maybe even a small C. Her midsection was mostly flat, but Jack suspected that it was more from dieting than from exercise because her whole appearance just looked… Soft to him, and he liked it... A lot. Her hips and ass however, were something different entirely because they were not flat, or small in the least. Jack guessed ...

... her waist to be maybe 27, or 28 inches, but her ass had to be at least 40 inches around. It was a sight to behold, and the tight, tan business slacks she was wearing that day did nothing to hide her curvaceous, “ghetto booty.” Images of her naked body flashed through his mind until he was snapped back into reality when she began to speak. “Jack I need a favor from you. You are the only one that I can trust in this department, and I need someone to talk to.“ Jack became apprehensive by his supervisor’s admission. She was usually cold and distant toward him, and everyone else in the office for that matter, but now here she was asking him if she could have a personal conversation with him. He wasn’t sure what to say next, and he even began to wonder if she was setting him up. “I don’t know if you know this, but my husband and I have been having some problems,” she said. He could tell that she was upset, and Jack immediately started to feel bad for being so mean to her in his head; and also thinking about her naked. Her admission of marital problems now, in a way, made her more of a person to him, and just a hint of empathy for her began to circulate within him. “I didn’t know that,” Jack said, trying to show some concern. “That really sucks to hear! Is there anything—uh—anything that I can do?” Jack tried not to lay it on too thick in an attempt to compensate for the apathy he felt for her current situation. But on the other hand, guilt fled through him because he didn’t really ...