The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite

... going to fire you Jack, or even try to get you fired, for that matter! I can’t! I would lose my job too because you’d probably drop the dime on me! The reason I called you back here was because I need a favor. “Oh yeah? And what kind of favor do you need,” Jack asked, crossing his arms. With a sheepish grin she asked, “Do you think that you could give me a ride home?” Jack wasn’t sure what to think. He wanted to help her out, but look where it got him last time. He felt the growing erection in his pants, and he thought about giving her a ride home because well, look where it got him last time. “I don’t know if that is such a good idea,” he said. “It didn’t exactly end up working out the last time I gave you a ride home, so… Maybe you should—” She interrupted Jack and said, “Look, just give me a ride home, and if you want to stay you can stay, and if not then don’t, but I do need a ride home, and I would really appreciate it if you gave me one.” “Fine,” Jack said, still somewhat reluctant. The rest of the day passed like molasses rolling uphill in January for the both of them. Thoughts of the “ride” he was going to give his boss, and all of the possibilities that came with it ran through his head so much, that he was having trouble concentrating on any his work. ‘Did she want a repeat of the last time, or did she really just want a ride home?’ That question plagued Jack until it was time to go home. Anita was having trouble concentrating on anything other than the ride home ...

... as well, unbeknownst to Jack. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen either. She just knew that the last time he gave her a ride home, she ended up having one of the most sexually stimulating, and satisfying nights of her life—that is, until she kicked him out of her house, and spent the rest of the night crying over her broken relationship, and wishing that Jack would come back to drink with her and keep her company. Finally, at five in the evening, Jack heard the sound of high-heeled shoes approaching him. “Are you ready to go,” Anita asked, her brief case and purse already in her hands. “I’m ready if you are,” Jack replied, shutting down his computer and grabbing his own bag. The hesitation was very clear in his voice and he was still wondering if this was such a good idea. He looked up at Anita who, and he almost couldn’t believe it, looked just as apprehensive as he did. “Ok, then let’s go.” They walked to his car in silence and when they reached it Anita could see that it was still messy, and he apologized for that once more. She too, once again said that she didn’t really care, and that it was ok. Neither one of them said another word for the entire duration of the ride to Anita’s house. When his car finally pulled into the driveway, she asked him the question that his mind had been dreading to hear, but his cock had been hoping to hear. “Do you want to come inside for a drink?” She asked him hesitantly, not knowing what his answer was going to be this time. She just ...