I have always fantasized about my boss.

i remember hen I was first interviewed by her for the job I ended up earning, the thought of having sex with her never remotely entered my mind. Even so, when I did develop those erotic feelings, I never sought anything really passionate or at all romantic. I didn’t so much as want to even kiss her. By that point, all I wanted was to catch her in a good mood, Bleep the hell out of her (preferably on her own desk, as my fantasy always went) and not put my job at risk.



I’m not sure at what point I began to desire to plug my boss. While I respected her immensely from the moment she hired me, I felt no physical or sexual attraction for her for at least the first few months at my new job. Actually, with the job, I inherited my own staff that was comprised mostly of females, so my honest ambition was to bang a couple of the select attractive young ladies who reported to me. My boss Renee, on the other hand, was old enough to be my mother. I pegged her as certainly pushing 50 and later found out she was past that milestone at 54. She didn’t necessarily look young for her age either. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive for her age, though; she just wasn’t especially hot – well, at first, anyway.



The more I worked with Renee, the more I respected her. She was a very good boss, one who let me run my department and gave me the tools and support I needed to do the job. It wasn’t long until I started to trust her significantly on a personal level, too. She seemed to take a sincere interest in my personal growth as well as my professional development, making efforts to build what was feeling like a friendship. At this point, she became one of my favorite people in my life, and somewhere around there followed the burning lust to have sex with her.



Renee’s five-foot frame didn’t inherently exude sex appeal, but she genuinely did well with what she had. Her short, curly blond hair didn’t make her look any younger, but I started to notice that some days she wore it just right where her curls made her look not only professional but sexy. She wore black, thick-framed but narrow glasses that hid her bright blue eyes but were stylish. Her style was what really helped her cause, as her humble pale white frame was always dressed classy. Some days she’d wear just the right skirt or shoes that would make me wild with an unquenchable desire to bend her over her desk right then and there.



As time went on, I began to suspect that the growing sexual attraction was mutual. After all, to an older woman like Renee, I couldn’t have been too unattractive. Still shy of 30, I was in shape, fairly tall and, like Renee, did the best I could with what I had. My hopes began to peak when Renee got even more comfortable with me, even flirtatious. I started to entertain the idea that I may actually Bleep her – then, I’d remember she was a strict professional with a husband and four children. Still, it was fun to think about, and it was harmless to be cautiously flirtatious back to here, even if I were misreading her signals.



Friday, September 12 was the date of my performance review. It was also the day before Renee left for vacation, which would be followed by my own vacation. It was the last time we would see each other for a couple weeks, so we wanted to make the most of the time. It was also the day I first...

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