The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite

... just curious as to why I am here, and where all this…,” Jack paused, wagging his finger between the two of them, “Is going.” “Where do you want it to go?” Anita asked, moving closer to him. “Umm, I don’t really know,” Jack said nervously, but was now beginning to smile. He was really buzzing now, and he was also starting to feel brave. He looked into her eyes, trying to see if there was any hint as to what her intentions might be for him being there. He moved closer to her, still holding her gaze, but she broke eye contact to pour herself yet another shot of vodka, and downed it like a pro. She poured another, and handed it to Jack, silently telling him to drink it, which he did. “So what now?” Jack asked. He was close enough to smell the subtle perfume that she was wearing, and it was intoxicating to him; more so than the alcohol. “Well,” Anita said, sighing and putting her shot glass back onto the island. “I am going to go upstairs and use the bathroom, because this alcohol is running right through me!” A drunken giggle escaped through her lips as she made her way up the stairs. Jack chuckled too, finally realizing Anita’s intentions for the evening. She really did just want someone to get drunk with, and nothing more. He felt a twinge of guilt, and disappointment at the realization, but he was too buzzed to care too much. Anita walked up the stairs to use the bathroom, and Jack went back into the living room, and over to the couch to sit and wait for Anita to come ...

... back. He plopped down onto the couch lazily, and took another sip of his beer, continuing to contemplate, and fantasize about what was to come later in the evening, if anything was to come at all. Anita slowly made her way up the stairs, trying to decide what her next move was going to be, or even if she was going to make a move at all. The alcohol she had consumed was messing with her judgement, and she was considering seducing her subordinate that was now downstairs drinking her alcohol, and sitting on her couch. She had never really interacted with Jack on any level that didn’t involve work, so she honestly couldn’t even say whether or not she liked him. She thought that he was cute, and there were several occasions where she would steal a glance or two at the bulge in his khaki slacks, but it never went any further than that. But he was at her house now, and they were being personable with each other; they were getting to know each other. She was also thankful that he was allowing her to vent to him; which was something that she almost never got to do with anyone. It also helped that he was fun to drink with. She walked into her master bedroom, and she quickly stripped off her work attire: a white blouse, a white lace bra that encased her perky, 34C breasts. Next to come off were her tan dress slacks, followed by a white G-string. The panties stuck to her already moistened cunt, and she took in a sharp breath when the cool air touched her plump pussy lips. She placed her ...