by Bebe Wilde
I smiled at him and took off my shirt, tossed it to the side then squared my shoulders and walked over to him. I got down on my knees and unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. It was so hard, it throbbed. I guess my little show did the trick. Loved that. I smiled at it, at its thickness. Lightly, I licked the tip of it before sucking it into my mouth. He gasped as I did so, as I gave him a good, hard suck. I continued to do this until I tasted his sweet pre-cum and was about to finish him off when he tugged at my arms, indicating that I should stop. I did so and he bent down in front of me, sliding his hand under my hair and around my neck and pulling my lips to his.
And we kissed. It wasn’t a sweet, soft kiss, either. It was hard, with teeth bumping and tongues thrusting and mouths sucking. It was a hungry, ahhh-give-me-more kiss. We ate at each other and he pushed me back onto the floor. I fell back and he grabbed at my breasts, squeezing them before unsnapping my bra and pulling it off so they could be free to be sucked and nuzzled and played with. His mouth grabbed onto a nipple and nibbled it, sucked at it and ate at it.
I threw my head back and gasped with the feeling of delight. It felt so good. He kissed my face all over then went to my neck and there he sucked and licked until he went back to my breasts. My chest was red with his pawing at me but I didn’t care. I wanted more.
He sat back and ran his hand down my chest to my stomach and to the top of my skirt. He tugged at it until he had it off, so that I was now one-hundred percent naked in front of him. He gave my body a good once over, then pulled my legs apart before bending down and rubbing his nose, just slightly rubbing it, over my pussy until he found my clit.
“Ahhh!” I gasped as the climax hit and as it hit, he grabbed onto my clit with his mouth and sucked at it which strengthened the orgasm.
Once it dissipated, he settled between my legs and stuck his cock in me. I gasped as he immediately hit bottom and then he grabbed onto my head and fucked me. Like that. On the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked back, moving my mouth to his so that we could kiss as we enjoyed the feeling of being joined together.
He began to come shortly thereafter, as did I. I squeezed every second of that orgasm out and rode him hard. Once it was over, he fell off me, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.
It struck me as odd that he and I had so much pent up passion as most of the time we acted as though we disliked each other. Well, maybe I acted like that. He might have liked me a lot but I couldn’t tell as he was one of the oddest people I’d ever been around. But I’d never had sex that good in my life, not even with Ted. I mean, it was good, it was great but this was different. I didn’t know why unless fucking someone you slightly loathe makes it more fun. Maybe that was it.
“Chloe,” he said. “We must finish our work soon. I have a function to attend.”
“Yes, Sven,” I said.
He glanced at me and said, “Would you like to accompany me? I don’t have a date.”
“No,” I said and sat up, looking around for my clothes. “I hate those things.”
“I will go alone, then,” he said. “I won’t ask you again.”
And he never did.
* * * * *
The next day was Sunday and I, again, took the day off. He didn’t call and ask why. He knew why. I suppose it was fine with him. I didn’t ask and he never mentioned it.
All week, while I worked at my other job, I imagined us fucking all over his office or in his apartment. I imagined us getting naked in the gigantic shower and letting the warm water spray down on us. I imagined us fucking on the couch in his office. Sometimes I imagined someone walking in on us and finding us doing that, having sex, and wondered what they would think. Would anyone ever imagine that uptight Sven was such a wild man in bed?
I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
One of the great benefits of us having sex was that he began to really loosen up. He stopped caring so much if everything was perfect. I was pleased but not surprised. Maybe all Sven had needed was a good fucking to make him relax. I know it certainly helped me.
We would always wait until mid-afternoon to start our love making or, as I liked to say, our fuck sessions. I knew he wouldn’t relax until he had finished some of his tasks. The wait just made it that much better and built up the anticipation.
And the anticipation was half the fun. I’d start feeling hot the moment I laid eyes on him. My panties would get wet, too, with want. We’d glance at each other every so often and I’d imagine him taking me, throwing me up against the wall and fucking my brains out. A few times I’d smart off to him about something and he’d do that, he’d take me like that. Sometimes he’d just push my skirt up and give me a spanking. That was the best. I loved that. I loved being spanked for my naughtiness. The spankings would lead to other things, things like us fucking wildly on his Persian rug or across his desk. It didn’t matter how it started as long as it lead to sex.
The more he loosened up, the better the sex got. It got so hot I couldn’t stand to be away from him during the week. But I never contacted him to have a quickie or anything like that. And he never contacted me. Even though he was a little more relaxed he was still a slave to his schedule and would not deviate from it. We fucked on Saturday afternoons and that was it. We gave it everything we had until there was nothing left. I had Sunday to recuperate before I went to my real job.
It was odd, but neither of us acknowledged our sex life. We didn’t ask questions about boyfriends or girlfriends or any of that. We just took it for granted that this was what we were doing during this time and that was it. It was almost as if we had an ongoing appointment.
“Chloe, I need some milk, please,” he said from his desk.
I glanced up at him from my position on the couch. He was really into reading something on the computer.
“Milk,” he said. “Please and thank you.”
He asked me to do stuff like this from time to time. So, without a word, I went into the super modern and expensive kitchen, got the milk out of refrigerator and poured it into a tall glass. I took it back to him and set it on the coaster beside his hand. As I did so, our hands brushed and we both felt a jolt of electricity. His head jerked up and he stared at me. I stared back and my heart began to pump wildly in my chest.
I went around the desk and sat back down on the couch. He stared at me, then picked up the milk and took a long sip. I took off my glasses, placed them on the side table and turned back to him. He stared at me and without a word, I started to unbutton my white top but he stopped me.
“No,” he said, coming around the desk, still holding onto the glass. “Stand.”
I almost smiled. It was almost time to get the party started. I stood and he came up beside me and then jerked his head, telling me to get in front of the desk. I did so and waited for his next command.
“Undress,” he said.
I had no problem with that. I took my time and unbuttoned my shirt, unsnapped my bra, wiggled out of my pencil skirt and pulled off my panties so I was only wearing my black stilettos. He nodded with approval, surveying my body. It looked good. It was firm and tight and though I wasn’t very tall, my limbs were long. Steadying myself with my hands, I leaned back onto the desk and crossed my ankles. If someone entered, they might have expected Sven to have a camera as it looked like we were doing some sort of high-fashion art shoot.
He crossed over to me, still holding the glass of milk and got in real close. I started to tingle as he began to kiss his way down my body, starting with my face, then between my naked breasts and to my flat stomach. Just light, soft and sexy kisses. He came back up and nearly touched my neck with his lips before pulling back slightly and pouring the milk down my shoulder until it streamed down between my breasts. He bent down and began to lap the milk up, licking it off my skin as he did so. It was the most sensual experience I’d ever had in my entire life.
He sucked every drop of milk off my body then turned me around. I w
This time, he simply spread my legs open and pushed his hard cock into me. I gasped and took every long and hard inch he had, even wanted more. Why not? I pushed against the desk and then pushed back against him to get more traction. He pumped into me for a good, long minute then stopped, pulled out and turned me around then put me up on the desk.
My legs opened for him to enter again. But he didn’t do that. He took a few minutes to caress my breasts with the backs of his hands, to finger the nipples, to lean forward and give each a light lick and a suck. He did his until I was so pent up with passion I began to finger myself. He stepped back and watched me touching myself. I kept at it, spreading the lips to show him everything, wanting his mouth on it, sucking the juices out.
He stepped back in and pushed my hand away and laid his hand flat against my pussy. I rubbed up against it, feeling his fingers move until they were inside me and the thumb was pressed up against the less explored area of my ass. I moved until he could slip it in and then he finger fucked me. As he moved his fingers around, I ground against his hand, getting so wet I almost slipped off the desk. I was about to come when he stopped, pulled me off the desk and put me up on all fours on the floor.
From there, he slid his hand between my ass cheeks, playing with me, making me moan loudly and start to beg him to fuck me. He kept at it until I was absolutely dripping then he gave his dick a hard stoke and gently, oh so gently, he entered me.
I threw my head back and moaned loudly. Oh, yes. It was so tight and good feeling. It felt so right and so damned dirty I couldn’t stand it.
One hand slipped around my body and made its way between my legs and stopped on my clit. As he fucked me, I rode his hand, moving with hard, slow thrusts as he fucked me from behind. It was too much and before I knew it, I was coming, as was he. We both wailed as the intense orgasms hit and shuddered with relief as they passed.
We collapsed on the floor with him on top of me. We lay there for a good few minutes breathing heavily.
After we caught our breath, he stood, held out his hand and helped me from the floor. We walked to the bathroom and he turned on the shower and we got in. He lathered me up from head to toe, taking the washcloth between my breasts and between my legs, giving me a quick, little orgasm before he pushed his mouth onto mine and began to suck at me. I sucked back, throwing my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. He was hard again. He was ready to fuck.
He grabbed me up around the waist and I threw my legs around him, squeezing him into me as his dick found its way in. We fucked slowly, staring into each other eyes, kissing each other’s mouth and sucking at each other’s necks. We fucked until we came, shuddering with the orgasms and then it was over.
“Chloe,” he said. “You are the best assistant I have ever had.”
It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said to me. I replied in kind, “I’d never thought I’d say it, but you are the world’s greatest boss, Sven.”
* * * * *
“Hey, isn’t this that guy you work for on the weekends?” Janie asked and showed me the paper.
I stared at her. She was a co-worker and we were having a quick lunch in the break-room before heading back to work. We’d known each other for years and occasionally went out to dinner at this little Italian place close to my apartment on Sundays. She’d been reading the paper as we talked and ate our deli sandwiches.
“I don’t know,” I said and glanced over at it, staring at the picture. It was indeed Sven. It was him and another woman, a bimbo, a beautiful buxom blonde, entering into some star-studded charity auction. I had foolishly thought that he attended those things alone after he asked me the first time. Oh, God, what if I’d overplayed my hand? What if I’d acted too aloof? I knew I had him but had I tried to play it too cool? What if I had been too easy? What if he was just using me for sex? What did that mean? Did I want something more? And was he getting something more, via the blonde bimbo? Was she in and was I out? Would she get him to tell her he loved her? He had never said it to me. Would he say it to her? No. He loved no one except maybe, himself.
Fuck. It was over. I knew then and there that it was over. I felt a little panic and wondered what the hell all this meant.
“Chloe?” Janie said and shook the newspaper. “Is that him?”
I didn’t let my surprise or shock show and said to her, “Yes, that’s him.”
“Good looking man,” she said. “Now, if you could corral someone like that, you’d have it made in the shade.”
She was right. But I hadn’t corralled him. After a few minutes had passed and some chitchat, I gave her a smile, excused myself and left the break-room. Then I went into my boss’s office and asked her for the afternoon off, telling her I was feeling like I was coming down with something. She obliged and told me she’d see me the next day.
But I wasn’t sick. Well, I was. Heartsick. I wanted to go home and cry. That was my intention. When I got there, I grabbed my mail out of my box and took it back to my apartment, threw it on the hall table and started to the couch. But then I noticed something. Sven’s check had arrived again today. It was like a sign.
I took the check and sat down on the sofa staring at it. This time it was for a really staggering amount, as if this time he’d really upped the ante to test me. Maybe he wanted me to break it off so he could be free and go back to his OCD ways and his bimbos. Maybe he didn’t like me anymore.
I stared around the apartment, remembering that I’d gotten the lease renewal this week. It was time to sign it again for however many years I was comfortable with. No, that’s not what I wanted. I was sick of it all, paying for a too-expensive apartment, running the never-ending treadmill that is life in the big city. Trying to get ahead, get ahead, get ahead while keeping up with every other woman in expensive shoes and clothes and purses. It was a rat race and I was losing. I was losing, simply, by running it.
I was over it.
The bottom line was that the check arrived and the lease was up on my apartment. That was where I was. I was there, in that moment. I had what I needed to move forward if I just had the balls to go through with it. It was as if all obstacles were moved out of my way and I was being shown the path to take, the path less taken, the one everyone really wants but is too afraid of undertaking.
I cashed the check.
Without thought, I put all my things into storage and resigned from my job. I bought a one-way ticket to the Cayman Islands and there I finally had the break I had always wanted. And with the money from Sven, I could stay on vacation for a good long while.
* * * * *
I rented a small beach house that, while it wasn’t directly on the ocean, had spectacular views. I could easily walk to the beach or to the market or wherever. I got a bicycle and would ride around the island on it, letting the soft ocean breeze blow my hair and take my cares away.
But I thought of Sven at least ten times an hour. I thought of what we could have had, if only one of us would have said something. But maybe I’d been right to leave. Maybe I’d been wrong. I just didn’t know and that killed me.
I had consigned myself to living a life alone when, one afternoon, the doorbell rang. I had been sitting on the balcony, staring at the magnificent view and wondering how I’d ever not been in this place. It was like heaven. It was so serene, so calming, and just so beautiful.
I went to the door, opened it and gasped. It was Sven. As I saw him standing there, I realized how much I’d missed him and how glad I was to see him. I almost threw my arms around his neck and hugged him but something held me off.
“Hello, Sven,” I said.
“I have looked everywhere for you,” he said. “I was out of my mind with worry.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, thinking of his blonde bimbo. “What about your blonde bimbo?”
“Huh?” he asked, staring at me. “What blonde bimbo?”
“The one you took to the charity auction.”
“She’s not a blonde bimbo!” he exclaimed. “That’s Melissa, my other assistant. I had to have someone attend with me and no one was available and she said she’d go. Besides, there was a painting there she was interested in bidding on for her husband.”
Oh. Fuck. Stupid me. Was I really that stupid? That insecure? Why hadn’t I asked? But then I realized why. Maybe I just wanted a change. I had used the blonde bimbo as my excuse. I had wanted to leave, to see if I could live without him. Or maybe, I just wanted to see if he would follow me. And he had. No one knew I was here and yet there he was, not even a week later.
“Chloe?” he said. “Is that why you left? You thought I was cheating on you?”
I shrugged. It was, mostly, the reason why.
“No,” he said. “I don’t cheat and I would never cheat on you. Never.”
I stared up at him and asked, “Why?”
“Because I love you,” he said without thought.
I was such a sap, but him saying that meant so much to me. And I loved him, too. I loved his weird OCD thing and I loved his handsome face and I loved the way he’d chuckle when I’d call him on his bullshit. I loved the way we argued and the way we made up. I loved us, together. I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt a little.
But mostly I loved the fact that he had found me, that he had followed me here to this heaven on earth. But I had to say, “What did you say?”
He turned to me and said, “I love you.”
His face flushed a little with the words but he didn’t let any embarrassment he might have felt back him down from his feelings. He was not a man that said things like that easily so the fact that he’d said it had to be returned in kind. I touched his arm and said, “Good. Because I love you, too.”
He smiled at me, gave me a quick kiss to the temple and said, “Why did you come here, Chloe?”
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