The Boss’s Good Girl

**Based on my personal experience**

I grabbed my keys, headed to work, and thought I was starting another ordinary day. I couldn't have been more wrong.

When I walked into the office, I felt confident in a skirt I hadn't worn in a while, one that showed off my round ass and tanned legs. My shirt was tighter than normal, showcasing my firm, round breasts that men always seemed to notice whenever I wore it.

As I got settled into my office for the morning, my boss walked in like he usually did to go over what we had planned for the day.

But this morning, when he walked in, I stood up to grab an item from the bookshelf, and I could see him taken aback by my appearance. He was used to seeing me wear more modest clothing that didn't show what I was hiding underneath.

This morning, he was pleasantly surprised that this good girl may not be as good as she'd portrayed herself all these years.

I turned my head so he couldn't see me flashing a grin that was so playful, it even shocked me! I thought to myself, Who are you?!

I was a star employee who had helped grow their stagnant real estate firm and turn it into a booming real estate empire. And now, I was gaining the attention of my boss, and soon, he just might show me how far he could grow.

As he stepped into my office, I flashed him a smile and said, "Good morning!" in an upbeat tone.

He said, "Well, good morning to you!" with a slight flirty grin. "You look nice this morning. Anything you're all dressed up for?"

What he didn't know was that my marriage was on the rocks! My husband and I hadn't been intimate for three FULL years, and I wanted to be fucked. I just didn't know who would be the man to do that.

Honestly, I had never even thought about my boss in that way. I mean, he was married with kids, and I did not want to be a home wrecker in any way.

I said, "Not for anything specific. I just felt good this morning and wanted to dress how I felt."

What I wanted to say was, since I was planning on leaving my husband, who had made it crystal clear over the past three years of our ten-year marriage that he just wanted a wife who cooked and cleaned and didn't want a wife who had any sexual desires--even with him--I dressed to get noticed today.

Once we went over our daily schedule, he didn't leave my office right away like usual. He waited just a second as I got up and walked out of my office. I could feel his eyes fixated on my ass as I walked down the hall and heard him say under his breath, "Hmmm, damn."

I'd worked for this company for several years and had always portrayed myself as a hardworking professional who would never cross any boundaries that might get me in the hot seat with H. R.

I was a sweet woman, barely 40, married, who went to church occasionally. I was NOT the kind of woman who slept with anyone she worked with, especially her boss.

I was feeling so torn that I had caught his attention! It felt good, yet dirty and wrong. A part of me wanted to switch back to the sweet girl, but the slut in me wanted so badly to get fucked.

I had fantasies about a lover slowly walking up behind me, pinning me against the wall after everyone had left the office for the day, reaching up my skirt and rubbing my pussy over my sexy red panties. He would feel me getting wet, pull them down until they fell to my ankles, and press his hard dick against my ass. His fingers would make their way into my vagina as my body shuddered in surprise, a touch I hadn't felt in years. I'd imagine myself resisting a bit until a wave of desire fell over me and I didn't have the ability to say no.

All of a sudden, I was interrupted by a co-worker.

"Hey! You look like you were deep in thought."

Annoyed, I thought, Someone was about to be deep inside me before you interrupted.

I said, "Oh, hi. I have a lot on my mind today with all the projects we have going on."

Secretly, there was only one thing I wanted to be on, and that was a big, hard dick!

As the day progressed and I was wrapping up, my boss asked me to meet him in his office.

I stepped into his office, which was much larger than mine, decorated with whiteboards filled with addresses of houses we were working on, a couch, a desk, and a small conference table.

I was a little nervous when he said, "You can go ahead and shut the door behind you."

He was comfortably sitting on the couch, where he had been looking over some documents sitting on the coffee table, when he said, "I couldn't help but notice you seem more confident today especially with the blouse and skirt you chose to wear. Is there anything I should know?"

I wondered if he thought I was looking for another job and was dressed up for an interview. I didn't want him to think that, so I said, "Oh, no. Nothing really. I've been losing weight recently and feel good about my appearance. I found some clothes in my closet that I hadn't worn in a while. I tried them on, and they fit perfectly, so I decided to wear them to work."

He got up off the couch, faced me, and asked, "Is there a reason you are losing weight? I noticed your skin has a slight tan too."

At this point, I was visibly nervous and wondering why he was asking.

He saw that I was uncomfortable and said, "The reason I'm asking is that I see you working late, and now you're actively working on your appearance. In my years of being an owner, I've seen that it could be either you need to improve your health or there are problems at home."

He paused and waited for me to answer.

"I don't want to bother you with the details, but I have decided to file for divorce," I said while looking down at the tiled carpet.

"Well, I am sorry to hear that. And just between you and me, my wife and I are separated."

He sat back down on the couch and patted the seat beside him, as if to say, Come over and sit next to me.

I sat down on the other side of the couch because I wasn't sure if this was two people comparing relationship woes or something more physical.

As I was sitting there, he looked at my sun-kissed legs, which were further exposed, and it appeared he was undressing me with his eyes. I started to soften up and feel a bit more aroused than nervous. I was surprised to find myself in this scenario with him.

He went on to explain that he and his wife had been sleeping in separate bedrooms and that he needed to find a place to live temporarily. Then he mentioned that he'd been attending yoga classes.

He leaned toward me on the couch and said, "There is a Kundalini yoga class tonight just a few miles from here. Would you like to go?"

I thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing to go. I already had clothes to wear because I had planned to hit the gym afterward, but this sounded more fun, even though I had no idea what Kundalini yoga was all about.

I walked out of his office, sat at my desk, and started to imagine us back on that couch.

I imagined him moving closer to me, putting his hand on my leg, and asking, "Is it all right if I touch you here?" I nod in agreement with a smile. He moves his hand up to my thigh and looks at me for approval. I nod again.

I spread my legs a little, inviting him in as his hand moved all the way up, lightly touching me over my panties. I was quivering because it had been so long since a man had touched me there, and the power imbalance with my boss was turning me on.

He leaned in further, still touching me, and we kissed. I leaned back on the couch and lay down. He pulled up my skirt to get a better view and pulled down my panties. I was visibly turned on, and he could see how horny I was.

He slowly put his finger inside me, working his way around my pussy, and it felt like he'd done this a few times before. I felt so much pleasure and excitement that a man was finally touching me in areas that had been ignored. I moaned and moved my body wherever the pleasure led me. Now I could feel two fingers inside me, getting deeper. He was putting pressure on my clitoris, and I could feel the tingling rising up.

All of a sudden, a wave of pleasure rushed over me, and I screamed out, forgetting we were in the office, until the couch was soaked.

As I realized I was once again daydreaming, I glanced at the time. It was 5:05 p. m., and I needed to change for yoga--not the gym tonight.

I changed into my T-shirt and yoga pants, said goodbye to everyone in the office, and headed to the address he had given me.

I pulled up, and it was an older house in the downtown area with a hippie vibe. I guess that was to be expected since yoga is a mindful practice.

I walked in, and it was quiet, with dim lighting. Thankfully, they had yoga mats for me to use.

I looked around and noticed my boss sitting in a yoga pose with a yoga mat next to him.

As I walked toward him, he smiled and said that the yoga mat was for me, along with a bolster and blanket.

I whispered, "Thank you," and sat down next to him.

This was a much different setting with him than I was used to, and I loved seeing this other side of him. I would've never imagined he was into this sort of thing--yoga.

The room was filled with all kinds of decorations, like a Himalayan salt lamp, Buddha statues, incense holders, and singing bowls. I could get used to being surrounded by this sense of calm and serenity.

The instructor entered the room, took her position on her mat, and started to explain what to expect in the class. She began by saying that we would be doing some unusual breathwork and moving our pelvises.

I thought, What kind of yoga is this?

She led us through the breathwork, moving with intention and flow that started to make my sexual energy ignite. I felt warm and tingly in areas I'd never felt before while fully embracing this bizarre class.

I felt the music course through my body as I flowed with the instructor's direction and a burning desire for a man's touch.

I laid my hand on the hardwood floor, and it grazed his with a sudden spark that ran through my finger and up my body. We looked at each other with confusion and curiosity as he flashed me a flirty smile.

I smiled back, looked away, and wondered, What just happened?

I was electrified by these feelings rising up within me, feelings I'd suppressed my entire life and never knew existed!

This wasn't falling in love or a simple crush; this was deep sexual desire, all the way into my soul. My body yearned for an experience I had only fantasized about, and my logical mind started to take a back seat.

I started to get more and more aroused as I moved my body with the class, and for the first time, I allowed myself to fully feel into the movement.

I was always in my head, thinking about paying bills or what to cook for dinner, and now I was focused solely on myself and this amazing feeling surging through every inch of me.

The music, atmosphere, and movement was the perfect recipe for my sexual awakening and I was ready to take the next step.

The instructor ended the class with all of us lying down on our backs, our arms resting beside us, palms facing up, and our bodies relaxed. She called it Savasana.

I needed the wind-down from all the sensations running through me, but I was still ready for more with this man lying next to me.

We slowly got up from our mats once the class was over, and he asked me, "Did you feel that spark?" with a delighted look on his face.

I said, "Yes, I did," just as delighted.

We gathered our things, put on our shoes, and walked outside.

"What did you think of the class?" he asked.

In my mind, I was thinking, It made me even hornier than I already was going in!

I replied, "I really enjoyed it. It was much different from the yoga I'm used to."

He chuckled and said, "I love that you decided to come to the class."

We locked eyes, and he could see I was enjoying the conversation, so he continued.

"There's a hotel right across the street. Would you like to take this further?"

Even though by now I wanted this, I was shocked that he had actually asked the question! It was so bold and daring.

Is this what I want tonight? Do I want him to undress me while he kisses my skin, touches areas that have been neglected, and finally feel a dick deep inside me -

his dick deep inside me?

I decided this was what I wanted tonight and said, "I'd love to."

As he got in his car and drove into the hotel parking lot, I kept thinking that this was a bad decision while also feeling exhilarated that this was actually happening.

I'd never done anything even close to this slutty or even considered it, yet here I was, about to get the fucking of my life with a successful, mature man who knew his way around a woman's body.

My sexual needs had been ignored for far too long, and tonight, that was all going to change!

I drove into the hotel parking lot, parked my car, and waited for him to text me the room number.

My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, and my pussy was throbbing with anticipation.

I jumped when I heard the beep on my phone and saw the message: "Room 905."

The top floor of this beautiful hotel was way too classy for our intentions, but I was glad he chose an upscale one. It made me feel like what we were about to do was at least happening in a nice location and not some pay-by-the-hour motel.

I walked in, hit the button for the elevator, and the doors opened immediately. I stepped in, clicked 9, and up I went.

When I found Room 905, the door wasn't fully closed, and I slowly pushed it open.

My mind was screaming, What are you doing?! But my body was ready to feel all the pleasure I could handle.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw a wet bar directly in front of me, a loveseat to my left, and the room was dimly lit. I saw an opening to what I assumed was the bedroom, walked through it, and noticed it was dark. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust.

I saw him get up off the bed and walk toward me. He began kissing me.

It was a soft kiss that turned into a passionate one, and I could feel myself getting wet. This was a feeling I hadn't experienced since my early 20s, and even then, it hadn't been as passionate as this! This was forbidden, dirty, and secret.

What we were engaging in was undoubtedly forbidden for so many reasons.

One of them was that he was my boss, and not just my boss, but the owner of the company.

The power imbalance was dangerous - or, dare I say, reckless! This one decision could have completely blown up my entire life, but in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was my burning desire, and nothing could sway my decision to get fucked that night.

He slowly pulled away and took off his shirt, which gave me permission to take off mine, too. He studied my body and touched my breasts over my bra, then slowly moved his fingers around the back of my body, anticipating seeing my bare breasts. He unlatched my bra, slid it down my arms and stomach, and let it fall to the floor.

The feeling of his fingers lightly brushing over and around my breasts caused me to breathe heavier and yearn for more touching.

I moaned, reached down, and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down, sat on the bed, and I took them off.

As he sat on the bed and I stood, I put my exposed breasts in front of his face, and he started sucking on my nipples. He pulled my skirt down to my ankles, and I pushed it to the side. I could see his hard dick bulging through his underwear and wanted so badly to see it. I reached down and touched his penis over the fabric. He moaned, and I could feel it get even harder.

He slowly moved his hand inside my panties, suddenly realizing just how excited I was. He gave me a glance of surprise and approval, pulled my panties all the way down, and looked at my entire naked body with deep sexual longing.

I leaned down and kissed him passionately. He stood up, took off his underwear, and guided me onto the bed. As I lay on my back, I spread my legs, inviting him to put his hard dick inside me.

He slowly leaned over me, kissed my neck, and pressed himself inside my wet vagina. As he entered me, I let out a whimper, and he whispered, "Just relax."

As I relaxed, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as he pushed all the way inside.

I screamed out in pleasure, feeling him move slowly in and out. I'd never felt this lustful before and completely gave myself over to him. My breathing grew heavier, and I noticed my body intuitively moving with his.

He moaned louder and louder as he thrust harder inside me. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this man pressing himself into me so hard. How can someone like me love sex like this?

We kept moving at the pace of each other, and when he could tell I was getting close to climaxing, he moved his finger over my clitoris.

A rush of pleasure spread through my entire body as I let out a passionate scream.

He thrust faster and faster as I came hard on his dick. He came with me and yelled out in pure pleasure until his last thrust.

As he lay next to me, we looked at each other and smiled. I lay on my side facing him, and he lay on his side facing me.

He said, "Wow! That was really exciting."

We kissed. I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and thought, That was super fun!

Once I was dressed, we kissed one last time, and I left that hotel feeling like a brand-new woman.