A Fantasy Boss Part One

“So, I suggest that you respond to this letter or we at Collins and Waters will have no recourse but to take the matter to the courts!”

I wrote the statement from Mr. Collins in my steno pad and looked up at the rock hard lines of his face. Dan Collins had the classic mid-western look and build of a rancher from North Dakota. At first glance one would never guess that he had a business mind to rival any of the Rockerfellers.

Just a glance to his barrel chest under the sage green shirt he had on and I could feel my nipples harden into small pebbles in my brassier. I know it was wrong to be so infatuated with your boss, but the way my pussy dampened, I knew that if he showed even the slightest interest in me I would do anything he wanted.

“End it there Nancy and sign it in the customary company way and get it typed and out of here as soon as possible!”

“At once Mr. Collins!” Rising, having to smooth out the hem of my “A” frame business skirt. Taking a step back towards the door, “Anything else sir?”

Mr. Collins had his head down, looking into a low draw of the side cabinet that made up his desk. Irritated, he looked up at me! “Tell me something Nancy, how long have you been working for me?” Rising from his chair and coming around his desk before I could respond.

Oh GOD I FORGOT HIS GOLDEN RULE AGAIN!

“AH, Four years Dan!”

He was right behind me, then he reached over my right shoulder and managed to prevent me from escaping through the door by pressing most of his two hundred and twenty-five pounds through his right arm pressing onto the door. He was close enough that I could inhale his scent and could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck when he breathed out.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter just in his presence. My legs felt like they would buckle under me if he tried to touch me. Then it happened, he grasped me by my left shoulder and gently turned me around. Without speaking he stepped in closer to me, basically pressing his barreled chest onto mine, depressing what passed for me breasts into my ribcage.

Oh he has claimed many times over that one more time and he was going to do something that would make me never forget it again.

He stepped aside and told me to go stand before his desk. Now I was nervous, he never did anything to make me feel different around him, but this had my consciousness screaming Run moron! But like a silly fool I went to the front of his desk. He was right behind me, matching me step for step, almost knocking me into the edge of his desk.

At first he moved the chair so there was more room for both of us. Then without warning, he reaches around me with both his arms, his hands close on the buttons of my blouse and I’m shocked as he starts to undo my buttons, one by one. Then he pulled my blouse down using it to lock my arms to my sides.

I swallowed my protest when his hand went to the small b cup breasts in a white lacy bra. First he squeezes them through the lace, then with just his first finger on each hand he lifted my bra over my beast. With my breasts dangling towards the top of his desk, he went to town on my nipples, twisting them between his first finger and his thumbs. Gently pulling them away from the rest of my breast.

All at once I remembered that this was just as I wrote in the last story I dabble to write on my lunch hour.

OHMYGODTHERE’SNOWAYHECOULDKNOMYFANTASIESABOUTHIM!