The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... in rush hour traffic to get home. It just kept getting better.

Again, Megan seemed to be taking it better than me.

“Well, at least you get to work the rest of the day from home in your underwear if you want,” she said, smiling and laughing.

“As long as there are no video conferences,” I shot back.

“Or maybe if there are,” she laughed, peeking at me slyly from the corner of her eye.

I ignored her.

“No comeback?” she added.

We had had a good rapport up until this point, what could be the harm in a little light flirting, right? We were both professionals.

“Sure,” I finally said. “I will if you will.”

She laughed and smiled. “Deal.”

We crowded into an arriving train. There was a single empty seat next to the aisle and I let my boss have it while I stood nearby. The crush of bodies pushed me so my side was against the side of the seat where she was sitting.

I looked over to the window of the train. We were in a tunnel so the window was dark and my own reflection looked back at me, my boss in the seat next to me. She was glued to her phone. But in the reflection I let my eyes wander for a moment. Her blouse was gapped just right so I could see the curve of her breast and her white bra strap.

I had never taken visual liberties at work with her up until this point and I wasn’t going to start now. Megan was my boss. I forced myself to turn my eyes away from her and back to the front of the crowded train.

“They want to reschedule for Friday ...

... afternoon,” Megan said. “Does that work for you?”

“Yes,” I said, looking down.

She nodded, still not looking up. I let my eyes linger for a moment and noticed that the gap in her blouse was such that I could see the space between her breasts. I swallowed and turned back to the front of the train again. Inadvertently I caught the eye of someone standing in front of me, so I turned back to the side. Once again, my eyes found my reflection in the train window, and the growing gap in my boss’s blouse.

I felt a stirring in my slacks. This was not what I wanted. Not with my boss.

The train slowed as we came into the next station. The doors opened and more people piled in, pushing me closer to my boss. When the doors closed, the side of my hip was pressing against her shoulder.

My nerves were not helping my efforts to lose the budding erection. My only place to rest my eyes without coming into visual contact with other passengers was the window.

And in the window reflection, my eyes just automatically found the gap in my boss’s blouse. It seemed to have gotten wider. I could see the edge of her bra, and the gap between the bra cup and her breast. In fact, if I leaned a little to the right I might be able to see the edge of her nipple.

My hard-on was almost to the point where it would become noticeable. I was wearing slacks and boxer shorts, so there was little to restrain my growing erection.

“Jesus, Bryce, enough,” I told myself silently.

The train hit a bump ...