After Hours

Initial contact

Alana

We ate breakfast in my living room and made small talk until I insisted on going to get ready for work. It almost felt awkward having my boss sitting in the other room while I stripped down and got into the shower. Just as I had stripped down my defenses and let him into my home. I broke my first rule of survival. Trust no one, Alana! I smack my own forehead with my palm. Why was I such an i***t?!

Because he's super hot!

The thought comes unbidden and out of nowhere. I quickly push it aside. He's my boss! I was just trying to be nice. He was just trying to be nice.

I shut off my inner monologue long enough to step out of the shower. After checking the time on my phone, I rush to the closet to find some clothes to put on. I must look like a damned fool to anyone else. Struggling to slide my lacie undies over my still wet body. My ass was already larger than life. Add a little water and a pair of panties to the party and your could probably charge admission to that wrestling match. I just about have them unraveled over my hips when I lose footing and trip on a shoe in had haphazardly kicked off into the middle of the floor. Doing a nose dive onto the floor. The sound of my body hitting the hard wood sounded a lot worse than it felt. I am just grateful that I catch myself on my hands before my face actually makes contact.

I let out of string of curses as I come up onto my knees. I barely have time to readjust my underwear before I hear heavy footsteps coming towards my bedroom door. The door swings open without warning. And there stands my boss ogling my almost completely naked form still kneeling on the floor.

Well this is just f*****g great!

Devon

It's nearly eleven in the morning. I should have been at the office hours ago and I was. but after watching the clock for the first half hour of the day and realizing that Alana still had not shown up for work. I started to get a little worried especially when she did not answer her phone. After another half hour of my internal battle I finally said 'f**k it'. I snatched my keys off the hook next to my office door and went looking for her.

I am cursing myself the whole way there. what the hell was it's about this woman? any other employee would have simply been reprimanded the following days. but because it was this woman, couldn't seem to just let it go. over these last week's my life doesn't seem to function normally without her organizational skills. If she took the day off then I would too. Because the odds of getting anything done without her attentiveness and itineraries we're probably slim to none. At this point she knew my routine better than I do.

Now here I am on her couch waiting for her to finish getting ready for the day. I have honestly gotten more work done in my phone sitting in her outdated living room than I had the first two hours that I had been in the office waiting for her to show up. Almost as if I couldn't function without her presence. After combing through a ton of emails, time slowly ticks by. I begin to wonder if she had fallen asleep again.

I had just finished typing out a reply to one of my investors when I hear a loud thud coming from the closed door of Alana's bedroom. I try not to be nosey, but it is followed up by a yelp of pain and a string of cursed that would make a sailor blush.

Dropping my phone on the cushion beside me, I move quickly towards her door.

I don't think about what I might find as I turn the knob and push it open.

I am greeted by a sight that would be that could have easily been mistaken for girl posing for a naughty centerfold. Her long dark hair is wet and hanging loosely around her shoulders. She is sitting with her legs bent beneath her beautiful heart shaped ass. A pair of lacy panties disappearing into the crack. Her large breasts are spilling over into her hands in a useless attempt to hide them from view. She is looking over her shoulder in my direction. I can feel my whole body go on high alert. My thoughts run wild at the thought of kneeling behind her and taking what I wanted Richter there on her bedroom floor. The surprised look on her face only adds fuel to the fire. Those full lips parted slightly and the cute blush that is inking her cheeks. I feel my c**k straining against the zipper of my slacks.

Jesus Christ! Where the hell had this beautiful creature been hiding?

"Sorry...I..uh...I heard a noise. I thought you might have hurt yourself. I was coming to see if you were okay."

I sound like a damned i***t. I apologized, but I can't stop staring. I commit every inch of her exposed body to memory. Almost wishing I had thought to bring my phone to capture the erotic scene. Then mentally kick myself for even thinking like that. She was my employee.

"It okay. I'm okay. I fell. Thank you for checking on me..."

She had just dismissed me. So why the hell was I still standing here?

"I'll help you."

I'll do what?

My legs move in their own accord into the room. Offering her a hand. She stares at me like I had lost my damned mind. I very well may have. She grudgingly accepts my help and my hand. I haul her off the floor and into my body. Alana's head collides with my chest. My free hand splays across her narrow waist to steady her against me. My thumb rubs idly back and forth against her rib cage. Just under her bare breast. She feels so good pressed up against me. Neither of us speak for a long moment. I think we are both shocked by the turn of events. I know she feels my hard on pressed onto her belly. She knows what her body is doing to mine, but she doesn't pull away.

Her hand comes to my chest, the contact has my body humming with a need for more. I let out a guttural groan. My hand trailing to her bare ass. Giving it a squeeze before pulling her closer to me. I look down into her flushed face in question. Damn she really was a beauty.

"Alana?"

She presses gently into my chest and moves back. Breaking the contact between our bodies.

"I think I can handle it from here, Mr. Kingston. Thank you."