When I met John

He gave me everything he knew and helped me a lot in the beginning as I didn’t have much experience in marketing (See Part I here)

And so it happened, the next day, in the morning, John called me into his office. I had a headache, a bit of a hangover from the night before, and I still hadn’t seen Robert, thankfully.

I entered John’s office and he asked me to close the door. I closed the door and the curtain that led to the hallway, and sat down facing him.

“How are you, Anne?”, he asked me looking deep into my eyes.

“I’m fine,” I replied with no interest in returning the question.

It had been a long time since we’d talked, just the two of us without interruption from one of our coworkers.

When I joined the company two years ago, John was the first person I met. At that time he was not yet the general sales director but the marketing manager, so we worked together side by side.

He gave me everything he knew and helped me a lot in the beginning as I didn’t have much experience in marketing. I majored in journalism and had just finished a master’s degree in social anthropology. As I couldn’t find a job in the area, I tried to work with what came up. I liked to write and was very good at persuading through words, so working as a content writer wasn’t a bad idea.

Time passed and we became closer and closer. We’d go out with colleagues for happy hour on Thursdays but we’d always sit together and end up alone just the two of us drinking at the bar.

I realized that there was something more than friendship between us, I felt like I wanted to see him more often, and being with him was really good. And I felt that that feeling was mutual.

He worried about me, brought coffee to my table every day, sometimes caressed my face, we both knew what we wanted but he was married, and I didn’t want to get involved with a married man. Until one day, on a Wednesday, after three months of working together, he asked me for a drink.

We left after hours and I was heading towards the bar we always went to for happy hour when he pulled me in another direction. We entered a pub I didn’t know. The atmosphere was calm and very cozy.

I sat on the couch while he went to get the drinks. He came back and sat next to me.

My heart started pounding and I didn’t know why. I enjoyed being there with him, drinking with him, and I knew he did too.

He looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking, took my hand, and then suddenly let go, looked away, and started talking about work.

It was clear that his drama was the same as mine. We wanted the same thing.

But alcohol is often wonderful and dangerous at the same time. As we drank, we relaxed more and more, until he put his hand on mine. I looked at him fondly and leaned my head on his shoulder. He lifted my head, grabbed my chin and kissed me.

The kiss was long. I knelt on the couch and wrapped my arms around the back of his head. We’ve both wanted to do this for a long time, and right now we were horny.

I felt my pussy pulse with pleasure as his hands squeezed my back. They moved up and down my back until they slipped inside my skirt and caressed my ass cheeks.

Me, I ran my hand down his abdomen until I found his hard member, and I caressed him through his pants.

We stopped kissing, he looked around the bar and said “We need to go somewhere else”.

We really couldn’t stay there. We decided to go back to the office, it was the closest safe place we had to satisfy our desires.

We told security we had work to do and went into the director’s office, that is now his office.

Then he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me by squeezing my ass and led me to the desk.

I held his dick, and felt the thickness of it. I unzipped his pants, took his cock out and stroked it.

He put his hand inside my panties, which were already wet, opened my folds and penetrated me with his fingers. Then he knelt down, I ripped off my skirt and my panties, he spread my legs and I leaned my back against my boss’s desk while he sucked on me.

His tongue opened my folds, his mouth kissed my pussy and sucked my clit. His hands held my thighs and I lifted my hips to be closer to his mouth, at the same time I pushed his head to feel his tongue penetrate me deeper. And then I came in his mouth so he could drink all my liquid.

He got up and set me on my feet with my back to him. I took his dick and put it inside my pussy. I held his head behind me and he squeezed my breasts. I pressed my ass harder and harder against him and he penetrated me deeper.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

“Come inside me, I want to feel your cum inside my pussy and running down my legs”, I said breathlessly.

And he came with everything he had inside me.

“Oh fuck, I shouldn’t…but it feels so good,” he said.

“And it feels really good to feel my pussy sticky with your cum.”

He took his cock out of me and walked away. I put my clothes back on and sat on the couch. He sat next to me and kissed me.

It was time for each of us to go home.

We continued our dates until he felt bad for cheating on his wife, and also for seeing me hanging out with other guys. So he walked away from me, didn’t look for me anymore and started to refuse my invitations. I got the message and reduced our meetings and conversations only to what was related to work.

When he called me into his office and asked how I was I realized that, just like me, he missed our encounters.

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