Balls, i have been tagged...

Thanks for Cole Goodwin for tagging me.
Makes me laugh this, as i´m pretty sure the tag is meant for actual writers such as Cole herself, but there we go... She seems determined to ruin the tag for everyone! lol.
Well, as one to never pass on q&a sessions here are my answers:

11. Do you outline? -Why would i?
2. Do you write straight through a book, or do you sometimes tackle the scenes out of order? -Not that there has ever been even a thought of a book but i do write in chronological order. Might go back and add later though.
3. Do you prefer writing with a pen or using a computer? - Computer.
4. Do you prefer writing in first person or third? - I dabble with both at times but i suppose u can tell wich one i perfer by reading the stories on the blog. lol.
5. Do you listen to music while you write? -Yes. As do i most of the time anyway.
6. How do you come up with the perfect names for your characters? -The names come from the same source as the inspiration for the characters.
7. When you're writing, do you ever imagine your book as a television show or movie? *rofwl* No.
9. Do you know how a book is going to end when you start it? -Very rarely. The ending usually comes to me during the writing of the story.
10. Where do you write? -Work or anywhere i have access to a computer and a pirvate place.
11. What do you do when you get writer's block? -Kick the shit out of unreliable muse. Also try and watch, read and listen to things that might get my mojo working again. Rarely just write something completly else inbetween to unblock my mind.
12. What size increments do you write in (either in terms of word count, or as a percentage of the book as a whole)? -There is no set manual for this for me. Whatever feels right at the time. 13. How many different drafts did you write for your last project? -Just the one u see on the blog. I very very rarely write drafts anyway. usually i just sit down, write the story and post it. Even if the story does not get finished and i save it to finish it later, i never completly rewrite it. Might change few things around but thats it. As i am not a writer, i do not tke myself or my writing seriously enough for drafts.
14. Have you ever changed a character's name midway through a draft? No.
15. Do you let anyone read your book while you're working on it, or do you wait until you've completed a draft before letting someone else see it? -No books, just stories. No, noone is allowed to read mys stories before thy are either finished or posted on the blog.
16. What do you do to celebrate when you finish a draft? -Lol. I dont celebrate.
17. One project at a time, or multiple projects at once? -Usually just one, but currently have few things up in the air.
18. Do your books grow or shrink in revision? -Grow.
19. Do you have any writing or critique partners? -Nope.
20. Do you prefer drafting or revising? -If i have to choose, revising.

So there. No u all know just how unprofetional and how much of a nonwriter i actually am. lol. Like u didnt already know anyway...! ;)

Holiday romance

She downed what was left of her drink on one go and set the glass back on the scratched table feeling the vodka burn in her chest. Her cheeks were turning rosy with the alcohol taking it´s affect but also from the sun she had exposed them to earlier in the day. A holiday on a paradise island sun bathing wasn´t really her thing but it had been a toss between this and a coach holiday around German breweries - tough one... So sun bathing it was then for the next two weeks although she always joked that she never tanned but just turned red like a lobster.
This was the first time ever she had just walked into a travel agency and bought the first thing on offer. Usually she spent months planning her trips and reading books about the destination but not this time. She had bought the holiday package and left the next morning. And here she was 24 hours later, enjoying few drinks in a small shabby bar by the waters edge. The sun had just set and the bar was still quiet with just few locals and few tourists in it. Looking around she liked what she saw and decided she´d have one more drink, at least...
The breeze from the sea felt lovely on her skin and she wondered if the locals ever got used to having an open air bar like this with just a reed roof and no walls. The sea was so close she could hear it and smell it and the floor of the bar was just some decking with so much sand on it she was pretty sure she would be able to make a sand castle right there in her feet. She tried to imagine coming to this place after a workday to relax few times a week. She imagined she´d just turn into an alcoholic living on the beach next to the bar in no time... Although shabby the bar felt very cosy and she knew it would be her local hang out should she ever decide to leave everything behind and live on this island.
She got up and walked to the bar. She felt like an idiot with her burning cheeks and her white tunic and brand new sandals she had bought earlier in the day from a local shop. She giggled inside, sure that she couldnt look more like a tourist if she had a camera hanging from her neck and she was holding a map!
“Another vodka, please. With a slice of lemon”, she gave the young bartender her order and watched him pour the drink for her. After the two drinks she had already had she was still amazed of the quantity of vodka that was considered to be just one drink here. The poor lemon slice hardly fit into the glass at all after the ice and vodka!

She thanked the bartender and turned to return to her table. To her surprise she saw a guy sitting at her table pulling a cigarette out of her pack of smokes! The bar was full of empty tables but this guy had sat down on the one she had been occupying for the past hour or so.
“Excuse me...”, setting her drink on the table, she snatched the pack of cigarettes from the guy and gave him a half serious “Tsk!”. The guy lit the cigarette and blew the smoke towards the reed roof grinning at her: “Please, sit down”.
Surprised by his seeming arrogance she sat down opposite of him and sipped on her drink. “Would you like a cigarette too?”, the strange, arrogant man asked her and pulled another one from her pack she had only just set back on the table. Leaning back on her chair she nodded laughing a little and watched him light the cigarette and then hand it to her. He had huge hands but he didnt seem clumsy with them like most men with big hands do. Her mind started to wander as she followed the arms up to the wide shoulders and beautiful neck. He looked to be taking time off from shaving and a dark stubble spread from under his jawbone to his cheeks and around his mouth. His lips were near perfect and she found herself instinctively licking her own. When she finally lifted her stare to his blue eyes she was startled to find him looking back at her. For a fleeting moment there he had been just a piece of juice meat to her and not a live person at all! He tilted his head and smiled to her: “Hey... Where did you go?”.
Blushing she realised she had been openly staring at him for a while not realising it at all. Bloody drinks, she pushed her drink further down the table from her. Feeling the light buzz of intoxication tingle in her limbs she smiled: “I´m here... just a little...ummm...relaxed, i suppose. My first night on the island and i´m celebrating. And may i just point out that it´s very rude to take someones table like this and not only smoke someones cigarettes but to offer them out too, like your own?”.
The stranger laughed and nodded to her: “You are right of course. This has been very rude of me. And i havent even introduced myself yet... Please forgive me. My name is Dom”. He extended his hand to her and she took it, again marvelling at the size of it. “You have some making up to do but i´m sure that forgiveness isnt completely out of the question Dom”, she answered. “And by the way, my name is Kat”.
Dom nodded and repeated her name silently before sipping on his beer. He asked her about her holiday and her plans for it and they eneded up spending some time talking about the possibilities on the island. Dom was on holiday too with his friends but had wandered off tonight to get some alone time. Apparently spending two weeks with a group of rowdy guys isnt all that it´s cracked out to be...!

Bit by bit people started to fill the little bar and it got louder and louder in there. Bit by bit Dom and Kat moved their chair closer together to be able to carry on with their conversation. They talked about the bar and exotic fruits they had both seen on the island market. Dom told Kat about his diving trip on close by reef and Kat told Dom about her lost luggage. It wasnt deep and meaningful conversation at all, but a nice relaxed one. They laughed a lot and both felt at ease with a complete stranger. They smoked Kat´s cigarettes and drank more than they should have and after couple of hours they both felt a little drunk and somewhat giddy.
“Wanna get out of here?”, Dom asked Kat deliberately knocking an empty beer bottle over on the table. Kat finished her drink and nodded: “Yeah, it´s loud in here”. Dom got up and took hold of Kat´s hand to lead her out of the crowded bar. Looking around Kat was surprised to see all the tables full now and people spilling out to the beach too.
“Wow, i didnt realise this place had filled up... No wonder its loud in here!”, Kat laughed following Dom out onto the beach. The fine sand poured into her sandals and tickled her toes. It was hard to walk in the soft sand and Kat had to almost run to keep up with Dom pulling her down the beach. “Hey, wait up...!”, staggering behind Dom Kat almost fell and had to grasp at Dom´s hand with both hands to keep her balance. Dom turned around and wrapped his arm around her shoulders laughing: “Are you drunk?”. Kat tsk´ed at Dom giggling and shook her head: “Of course not! What you think that i just go around bars on my holidays getting blind drunk with strange men? What sort of girl do you take me for...?”. Dom let out a low laugh and they started down the beach again, his hand around her shoulders, slowly this time.
The moon was out, not full but still there looking much bigger than it ever did back home to her. The sky was full of stars and when Kat looked up to them she felt the vertigo she always did when looking up at the night sky. Dom stopped and held her a bit tigher to stop the sway she felt. “Wow... You alright Kat?”, he sounded a bit worried and he frowned peering into her face. Kat smiled and closed her eyes. “Yeahyeahyeah” she mumbled and patted Dom´s belly absent-mindedly: “I just get vertigo when i look at the night sky”. Dom accepted the explanation with a puzzled smile and they moved forward again.
“Where are we going?”, Kat asked after they had walked away from the bar´s lights and still headed down the long, lonely beach with nothing on it infront of them. Dom shrugged but kept going: “Does it matter...”. Kat smiled at his answer and shook her head: ”No, no it doesnt. This is nice...”.

Waves crashed to the shore and there was the gentle breeze again, from the sea, Kat had felt in the bar. The night was still warm after the hot day and felt like it would never cool down. Even the sand filling her sandals on every step was warm to her toes.
“Dom, can we stop? I want to take my sandals off”, Kat slowed down. They stopped and Kat sat down on the sand to open her sandal straps. Dom stood looking down on her for a while but knelt down in front of her soon: “ Let me...”. He pushed her hands away from the straps and started to open them slowly. His fingers worked fast brushing against her skin once in a while. His touch was light and send shivers up her spine. Kat looked at Dom working on her sandals and enjoyed the view. He was wearing a dark gray button down shirt and faded jeans. He had left the few top buttons undone on his shirt and when he bent down to help her with her sandals she could look down his shirt at his beautiful chest. Kat sighed silently at the sight of his muscular chest and wondered if she could blame the alcohol for her naughty thoughts. She usually didnt go for the more muscular types...

Dom had Kat´s sandals open and pulled them off her feet slowly. Deliberately he let his hands stroke her bare feet gently. He found himself getting very aroused by this funny woman he had spotted in the bar. She was beautiful with her blond hair and blue-green eyes that peered into his boldly, without a hint of uncomfortableness after just few moments together. Her laugh was amazing and he couldnt help but laugh everytime she did and she was funny, boy was she funny. Her wit and interesting observations made her an interesting person to talk to. Dom couldnt quite believe she had noticed the same exotic fruit on the market he had. His friends had made fun of him when he had gotten excited about the damned things and that´s why he had taken off tonight to find more interesting company to talk to. Bunch of wankers...
Kat was still sat on the beach with her feet in his hands. She had her eyes closed and she seemd to like him stroking her feet. “Feels nice, huh?”, Dom whispered and sat down on the sand too. He let his fingers draw circles onto the skin of her ankles and then he drew his fingers up the soles of her feet making her gasp a bit and curl her toes. Laughing Dom lifted Kat´s right foot up to his lips and blew on her toes. Kat giggled and tried to keep her balance in vain. She fell to her back onto the beach and laid there with her arms stretched to her sides. Dom set her foot down onto the sand and crawled up next to her. He lay down on his side and set his head on Kat´s arm. Kat turned to face him and they just laid there looking at each other. “I love your eyebrows!”, Kat said finally after a long time. Dom burst out laughing surprised by her comment: “Yeah? Well, thank you, i guess. I like your eyebrows too”.
Kat giggled and reached to touch his left eyebrow. Dom closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers tracing his eyebrow. Kat let her fingers stroke his jaw and and cheeks and then finally his forehead. Dom grunted pleased and shifted his large frame closer to her. Kat´s hand stopped and Dom opened his eyes fearing he had spoiled the moment by being too forward. Their eyes met and Dom saw that Kat was still at ease and that he hadnt scared her. Gently he reached his hand around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. Kat smiled a little and continued to stroke his face. The sound of the waves nearly drowned it, so that Dom had to strain but then he heard it again, she was humming. Dom pulled closer to her to hear her quiet humming. He wasnt sure what the song was. Kat paid no attention to his curious look and obvious attempts to try and catch the song title from her humming.
“What is that... I know it, dont tell me...”, Dom closed his eyes and pressed his ear close to Kat´s lips. Kat giggled. Quickly she pecked a kiss on Dom´s ear and whispered: “It´s the Snow Patrol´s “Chasing cars”... You know: “...if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world...”?”, Kat´s voice was lovely and the song choice made Dom smile. He turned to face her and answered her last line with a soft kiss.

Goodbye Mr.Bossman & Miss Sexatary...!!!

I would like to thank everyone who has shown interest in the serier of texts about dear Mr.Bossman and the beautiful Miss Sexatary. Since it seems they have finally decided to move to the next stage in their relationship, I feel like I should give them their well deserved peace.
So goodbye to the great couple and all the best in the future! ;)

Love, Katjus

BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 3

Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary to him again. He crushed her against his bare chest kissing her face. Miss Sexatary felt his hardening cock against her belly through his tight boxers, pushing her over the edge. "Will you just fucking kiss me now? Please...",she sighed trembling. She just couldn´t handle the anticipation anymore. All this time and he hadn´t kissed her once!
Mr.Bossman chuckled against her cheek. He took it slow, kissing the corner of her mouth first. He held on tight to her face and prevented her from just stealing the kiss she so desperatelly wanted. His tongue was soft and hot and he licked her lips teasing her endlessly. Miss Sexatary moaned feeling all her strength escape her limbs. Mr.Bossman nibbled at her lips pulling away everytime she tried to kiss him. Her pussy throbbed hot like she was about to come and she felt desperate for him all of a sudden. She dug her nails into his back in vain attempt to make him loosen his grip so she could over take him and suck on his beautiful mouth. Mr.Bossman only groaned at her attempt and continued tormenting her.
Miss Sexatary slid her hands down on his ass and slipped them inside his tight boxers. He tensed his buttocks first and they shiverred at her light touch. Slowly he relaxed and gasped a little when she took a gentle hold of his ass. Sighing loudly he pushed his tongue past her lips into her hungry mouth. His hands were demanding now around her, grasping at her sides, ass, hair. His hips were grinding his swollen cock against her belly, making her pull him even closer to her. Their mouths were locked, tongues lapping at each other. The passion in his kiss made her melt.
"I want you... Now. For me. All of you. Now!", Mr.Bossman´s whispers were frantic. He pulled away and turned her around. With trembling hands he tried to open her bra but failed with a frusturated moan. Miss Sexatary giggled giddy in her own passion and undid the bra for him, letting it fall to the floor. He let out a pleased sigh and pulled her panties off her with out even turning her. She felt his breath on her buttocks and giggled again. Mr.Bossman chuckled at her familiar giggles and pressed his face against her ass. His tongue lapped at her milky white skin while his hands stroked their way up and down her legs. Her pussy was over flowing now. Miss Sexatary turned and pulled Mr.Bossman to his feet. She pulled his boxers down to his ankles and released his thick organ. Although she had seen the cock before, although she had tasted it before and felt it rip through her with such sweet pleasure, she couldn´t hold her tongue: "Could you be more perfect..?".
Mr.Bossman laughed uncertainly. He wasn´t sure what she meant and searched her eyes for an answer. "I´m sorry, I´m just... you look so... Just so...", she tackled with her words. Miss Sexatary moaned impatiently and pulled to him again. His relaxed smile told her he had understood her in spite of her pitiable explanation. "Hold on baby...", Mr.Bossman took a gentle hold of her arms before she could wrap them around him again. "Let´s take this to the bed, yeah?", his low voice seemed to drip from his lips like honey and Miss Sexatary wanted to lick it all up. Still nodding eagerly she followed him to the bed. He lay down on the bed reaching his hands above his head, like stretching. She stood at the side of the bed unable to move. She had never seen his naked body like this... It had always felt rushed before, in a hurry, a stolen moment. Miss Sexatary drank in the sight of him laying on the bed, naked. Mr.Bossman looked beautiful in the dark of the room; his eyes closed, mouth relaxed to a slight smile, hands stretched and his cock hard, erect, swaying as he breathed. Slowly she got on the bed next to him, sitting on her knees. Mr.Bossman opened his eyes and reached his hand to touch her back. Sitting up he pushed his face onto her neck, finding the secret spot. "Lay down", she felt his whisper on her sensitive skin. When she didnt move but stayed still, enjoying his lips and his breath tickling her skin, he took a gentle hold of her and pushed her down. His eyes were determined again and his grip was firm.
Once he had her laying down on her back looking up to him glossy eyed with anticipation, he lay down on top of her. His weight sweet on her, he slipped his legs between hers and pressed himself close to her. Kissing her again, deeply, he started something that they both knew couldnt be stopped, something they had both missed.
In the silence of the room Miss Sexatary heard her own moans loud as Mr.Bossman kissed a path down her chest, her full breasts and her round belly. His wide tongue strayed from the path once in a while, finding places she was sure she had never been touched before. His fingers seemed to stroke her sking endlessly, everywhere at ones, summoning the moans and cries from the depths of her soul. On her belly he stopped to look to her flushed face: "You are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen...". His confession was heartfelt and brought tears to her eyes. Turning her head away from him she hoped he wouldnt see that he had made her cry the second time inside the half an hour they had been together! Mr.Bossman continued down her belly finding her dark triangle pointing him the way like an arrow. His hot breath felt like flames on her pussy and she trembeled.
His wide tongue pushed against her pussy and parting the lips from it´s path. It made a long stroke up the bud and past it. Miss Sexatary cried out. Opening her up with his fingers Mr.Bossman started licking her slowly. Strong strokes were followed by light ones, long ones by short ones and in no regonizable pattern his tongue pushed inside her. Her back arched with pleaseure, she was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore. The room around them had disappeared, the city vanished. All that existed for her was the intense pleasure and him at this very moment. Grinding her hips against his mouth she thought she would surely die of the pleasure he was giving her.
"Stop, stop, stop...", she begged him desperately struggling against his firm grip and his presistant mouth. Quietly, seemingly enjoying her struggles, he held on, now pushing into her with his tongue in fast stabs. Then suddenly it wasn´t just his tongue anymore but his long beautiful fingers stroking her from the inside now It only took few seconds for her to explode with his fingers inside her, feeling her pussy contract around them sqeezing them tightly. Mr.Bossman pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them, still dripping from her juices, into his mouth. He moaned closing his eyes for a moment, tasting her.
Miss Sexatary was still trying to catch her breath when the tears broke away. She burts into sobs with her entire body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Mr.Bossman rushed to pick her up and pull her to his gentle embrace. He lifted her to his lap. In slow strokes he smoothed her hair once again, while whispering quietly to her ear: "Shh, my beautiful girl... Did you like that? I think you did. I just want to make you come tonight - again and again and again... May I? Will you let me? Come now beautiful...".
Miss Sexatary felt the sobs slowly start to fade as she listened to his voice. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together again. She leaned back from his chest and looked up at him. He smiled and wiped her cheeks dry from the tears with his hand: "You ok?".
Blushing she nodded: "Yeah, I´m perfect". She kissed him tenderly. She sucked on his lower lip and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He sighed against her mouth and tightened his hold on her. She realised that although she had exploded with an orgasm and felt all warm and fuzzy now, he was yet to get any relief from his impressive hard on still pushing against her. Feeling selfish she leaned on him hard and pushed him onto his back on the bed. He didnt resist but when she tried to slip down on him, he stopped her. His large hands pressed her down, holding her still, on him: "No you don´t! You my dear, are not going to work tonight... I said I wanted to make YOU come and that is what I´ll do!". Miss Sexatary moaned mock disapointment, feeling his cock against her. All she had really wanted was to have him cum in her mouth... But maybe this wasn´t all bad, she thought when he rolled on top of her kissing her ravenously. He slipped his right hand down and between her legs. As his fingers plunged into her still wet pussy, he pulled back to see her face break with a ecstatic smile. Miss Sexatary moaned as the fingers curled inside her and slipped in & out aided by her grinding hips. Mr.Bossman slid down on her and took her rock hard right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard while fucking her with his fingers, making her gasp for air. His tongue draw circles around her nipple while he played inside her.
"Are you ready? Do you want me? Inside you?", Mr Bossman´s voice send shivers up her spine and she moaned again clutching at his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out of her, sucking on them with a pleased sigh. He spread her legs, helping her to wrap them around his waist and taking his time he placed his cock against her clitoris. He rubbed the swollen clit with the tip of his erect cock making her pant: "Please... Come, come, come...!".
Mr.Bossman grinned at her begs and pushed into her. His hard cock slid easily into her tight pussy, spreading it, streatching the walls. He grabbed hold of her left breast trying to steady himself. He wanted to fuck her quick, hard and fill her with his cum now, but he knew that was out of the question. They were gonna take this slow or at her pace anyway and he was only going to cum when she had peaked. Holding still, eyes closed, for few seconds, he gathered his thoughts before he pulled out just to push into her again. Miss Sexatary´s face was flushed and with every push she arched her back pushing her beautiful breasts forward. Mr.Bossman marvelled at the sight of her pleasure, pushing into her again and again. Miss Sexatary reached her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it slowly in circular motion. Mr.Bossman groaned at the sight and pushed deep into her so he could feel the back of her hand against his lower belly. Miss Sexatary opened her eyes and looked at him: "I have missed you so much...".
The words came out in a moan and made him pull closer to kiss her deeply. Breathing into her mouth, their lips grazing, he whispered to her: "I have missed you more!".
His pushes turned faster, shorter. He pulled her right leg from his hip and placed it against his shoulder, arms around it. Keeping a close eye on her face he fucked her, listening to her bodys little signs. Her nipples were hard, her chest flushed and her breathing seemed shallow, fast. She moaned desperately and held on to his thighs like pulling him into her. Kissing her foot resting against his shoulder, he pulled out completly and just as she moaned her disappointment he plunged his throbbing cock back deep into her. Her pussy pulsed and her loud cry made his skin tingle. She was close! Starting to fuck her in the rythym her hips provided him, he ground into her faster and faster. Miss Sexatary gasped under him clawing at the bed. Finally she opened her eyes again, wide, held her breath for a second and groaned like an animal. Her pussy sqeezed tight around Mr.Bossman´s cock pulling him deeper and deeper with every wave of her fierce orgasm. Mr.Bossman tried to fight the pleasure her orgasm was giving him but failed. He felt the heat rise from his balls and burst out of him like fire. He wanted to weep as he filled her pussy with his cum. Unable to do anything else, he just shuddered in the grip of the pleasure and moaned. Finally the shudders subsided and he opened his eyes to find her watching him rosy cheeked and beautiful. Her body glistened with sweat as he pulled out of her slowly and lay down next to her on the bed. She moved to kiss him tenderly again, touching his face while doing so. He pulled close to her and rested his head on her breasts still panting. Her hand stroked his short hair and she curled one leg over his hip. Her white skin looked even whiter against his tanned skin and Mr.Bossman was surprised he had never noticed that before. Casually he stroked her long leg with his fingers and kissed few drops of sweat from her skin. "I wish I could stay like this forever", Miss Sexatary whispered in the dark of the room. Mr.Bossman moved higher so he could be on her level, looking directly into her eyes.
"Maybe we could...", his eyes were soft and his voice stirred something up inside her. "How?", she hoped he would play this game and not crush her unrealistic dreams at this moment. Touching her cheek with his hand Mr.Bossman smiled: "Well, what if i wouldn´t go back to Australia anymore?". Miss Sexatary giggled: "Just like that, huh? Don´t you think the company would have something to say about that?". Mr.Bossman laughed and continued: "What if... what if i had decided to resign before this trip and was just here to tie up the rest of the lose ends? What if i had already decided to leave Australi to come back and...?". Miss Sexatary sat up on the bed and looked at Mr.Bossman intently: "That´s not funny... ". Mr.Bossman rose too and kissed her: "I am not trying to be funny Miss Sexy! Tell me, if all this was true, would you... Could you ever consider me as a...". He was struggling to say what he wanted and blushed at his own awkwardness. Miss Sexatary stared at him not quite believing what was happening. She watched him rub his head and sigh deeply: "Would i stand a chance with you?". A tense frown spread accross his face as he waited for her answer. Miss Sexatary giggled nervously: "A chance? As in a relationship? You?". Mr.Bossman stood up and walked to the windows. She could only make out the outline of his body against the lights of the city shining through the large windows. He looked gorgeous! The snow was still falling outside and created an amazing backdrop to him.
"Yes. Yes, you would stand a chance, a good chance", Miss Sexatary stood up and walk to meet him by the window. Mr.Bossman sighed quickly and pulled her to him. He kissed her bare shoulder and laughed giddy: "Really? You mean that?". Nodding to him Miss Sexatary giggled excited:" So, is it true then, what you said?". Mr.Bossman nodded slowly and leaned in to kiss her. The hunger was gone from his kiss, replaced by tenderness and love she had never felt before. She melted against him letting her mind run away from her. She broke into a wide smile against his mouth as she thought of them together and the future which now felt full of possibilities...

BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 2

A door opened somewhere in the long corridor and they could hear steps. Miss Sexatary struggled against Mr.Bossman uncomfortable with the idea that someone would see them like this. This felt so private to her... But Mr.Bossman held on to her, not giving her an inch. "Be still...", his husky voice commanded her and she obeyed instantly. His eyes held her stare and she couldn´t read a thing of his face. A man passed not paying any attention to the couple embracing in the corridor. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button to call it. Mr.Bossman reached his hand down behind Miss Sexatary and grabbed her ass through her clothes. His hand was rough and demanding, making her gasp a little. A pleased smile crept across Mr.Bossman´s face and he pushed his other hand into her hair. He tugged at her hair surprisingly hard, licking his lips slowly.
Miss Sexatary didnt know quite what to make of his behaviour and yet she felt her own wetness increase by the second. He had always been assertive but this was new... She wanted him so much it felt like pain. She could hear the elevator doors open and close but it didn´t matter much anymore. "Please...", she wasn´t sure what she was asking for but she pleaded with him. Her eyes were glossy with desire and her hands grabbed at his coat desperatelly. Mr.Bossman grunted and let her go. She stumbled back few steps, stunned. Standing infront of him, she felt almost naked. She could almost hear a ticking of a clock standing there in silence, with the anticipation building up in the pit of her tummy. After what felt like an eternity there was still no change on his face. Not knowing what to do she picked up her luggage from the floor. Mr.Bossman said nothing but kept his eyes on her. Slowly she took few steps away from him waiting for him to respond, to stop her. She wanted him to take hold of her and say something, anything! But he said nothing, just pushed his hands into his pants pockets and stared at her. Fumbling to find the right words she glanced at the floor: "Umm... I...Goodnight...I guess... Mr.Bossman".
He said nothing again, didn´t even nod. Miss Sexatary felt like a fool and laughing nervously she turned away from him. She held back the tears stinging her eyes as she searched for her key card in her coat pocket, while she stumbled still on uncertain legs, towards her room. With trembling hands she struggled to open her door, the tears glazing her eyes so she could hardly see now. How humiliating. Her chest felt like someone sat on it as she held back the sobs. She had made a complete fool of herself out there with him... She´d been like a submissive child infront of him and he had just...just...
Miss Sexatary finally managed to get the door open and stumbled into her room kicking her heels off. She dropped her luggage on the floor of the dark hotel room and pushed the door to close it with her hand before releasing the tears. Like floodgates had been opened the tears started and she sobbed to herself. She tried to take her coat off but the damn tears made her vision all blurred and she gave up on the buttons with a frusturated groan. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Knowing full well who it was she didn´t bother to turn.
"Just leave me alone...!, she was still weeping and knew that any attempt to disguise it was in vain. She tried to shake the hand off her shoulder but instead the hand pushed accross her chest and pulled her backwards, against him. She struggled, bursting into more sobs. "Hey...", his voice was soft now, almost a whisper again. She felt his other hand making it´s way accross her waist, pulling her nearer yet. "Don´t cry, come now...", he sounded different from before, lika a completely new person from the hall way. Miss Sexatary felt confused, what had that been in the corridor?
"No, i told you, leave me alone Mr.Bossman!", she wasn´t going to be humiliated by him again. This was humiliating enough, crying in front of him and so obviously over him too...Jesus.
Mr.Bossman kissed the back of her head. His breath felt hot against her scalp bringing on the trusty old shiver up her spine again. She struggled against him again, swallowing the sobs now. Slowly he let go of her and she darted further away from him. She stood facing the window looking down on the street wiping her tears. She wanted him to go away and again the confusing feelings, she wanted him to stay too. She could hear him move in the dark but couldn´t bring herself to turn to see if he was actually leaving. "Miss Sexy, please. Come here",that wasn´t a command like before in the corridor. "Please...", it sounded like he was pleading with her now.
"I can´t do this, be like this with you anymore Mr.Bossman... That ship sailed when you got transfered", she was calm now. Turning around she was surprised to see him sitting on the large bed in the room. He had taken his brown coat and tie off, they lay on the floor next to him. He looked at her apologetic. "Please...", he repeated again and reached his hand towards her. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply. She walked towards him but changed her mind at the last second and walked past him. She opened her coat and took it off. Miss Sexatary heard Mr.Bossman stand up again and move in the dark. She knew he was coming to her but she still shuddered when she felt his touch. He storked her hair gently and pulled close to her.
"I´m sorry...", his voice was small, quiet. This time he didn´t take a hold of her, he just stood there, very close to her. Miss Sexatary felt him in the dark like if he was infact holding her. He was familiar even in the dark; his size, the scent... She closed her eyes and tried to fight the urge to turn and press up against him.
"I am so sorry...", he said again and continued: "That must have seemed so cold what i did in there... I´m sorry. I was just stunned to see you and for a moment i just lost all control... i know our relationship is more than that to you, it´s so much more than that to me too... that´s why i stopped, i had to stop because it felt wrong, Miss Sexy. I don´t want to treat you like that, not really..."
The words poured out of him. He was out of breath suddenly and shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Please...Can you forgive me?", he sounded anxious, like if there was any doubt wether or not she could forgive him. She turned to him. She felt small with him towering in front of her. She liked it that he was taller than her, wider, so when he did hold her she could just curl up and feel all tiny and girly. "I liked what you were doing out there, i did... atleast untill you let go of me. That scared me. The silence...", she looked up at his eyes and trembled inside. She had never been this honest and vunerable with anyone before. Mr.Bossman gasped and broke into a wide smile: "You liked it...?!". He looked surprised again. Miss Sexatary nodded blushing. "So, you understand then...? Forgive me?", he reached gently to touch her face. "There is nothing to forgive, silly", she answered closing her eyes. He slid his hand around her waist carefully and stepped to close the gap between them. He stroked her hair again and kissed her on her forhead. "I missed you so much...!",he breathed the words, relaxing against her. Miss Sexatary wrapped her hands around him and pressed her face onto his chest. She could hear his heartbeats and held on a bit tighter. Mr.Bossman pushed his head onto her neck. His lashes fluttered on her skin tickling and his lips grazed her neck. Sighing she lifted her face to kiss his neck hungry for him again. Under her lips and tongue, Mr Bossman cried out silently and bit into her shoulder. She pulled away asn started to open his shirt. The exposing skin of his chest begged to be kissed and she was only too happy to do so. She loved to feel his breathing getting heavier under her kisses. When all the little buttons of his shirt were open, he took his shirt off quickly. Eagerly Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary´s olive colored kashmir jumper over her head and pulled down the zip of her black skirt. The skirt caressed her legs on it´s way down to her ankles. She stepped out of her skirt and tugged at the belt of his trousers. It opened easily and she helped him out of his dark pants.

BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 1

Miss Sexatary woke up in her taxi when it came to a halt in front of the hotel. She yawned looking through her large canvas handbag for her purse. She paid the driver and climbed out of the taxi on to the sidewalk. The cool winter wind blasted her on the street and she shivered. Long after the taxidriver had manhandled her luggage onto the street and sped away back into the evening traffic she stood there smoking a cigarette and watching the silently falling snow. She was in no hurry to go in and sit in a boring & impersonal hotelroom for the rest of the evening.
Damn business trips, she thought frowning to herself and threw her cigarette on to the snow on the street. She looked up at the black sky peeking between the high rise buildings ans snow flakes sighing, all these midsize cities all over the world looked the same, how dull. All she wished was that she could have seen the stars... The falling snow melted on her face and she closed her eyes.
"Miss?", a passing old man stopped next to her and touched her arm lightly. "You ok Miss?", he asked again when she turned to look at him smiling. Miss Sexatary nodded and the old man walked away shaking his head. Breathing the cold air deeply once more Miss Sexatary gathered her luggage and stepped inside the hotel lobby. The lobby was warm and grand. Walking accross the stone floor her high heels tapped a rythym for her hips to sway in. There were large mirrors everywhere and she could see herself in them. Her blond hair hung loose on her back and her fitted black coat left her legs bare from the knee down. Considering the long flight and the hour she thought she looked surprisingly human.
The lobby was crowded with people coming and going, looking busy. Standing by the reception desk she looked around. The seating area was filled with antique leather couches and stacks of international newspapers. There were huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the whole hotel seemed to be trying to look very Old World. She could smell cigar smoke and a mixture of expensive parfumes and after shaves. High class, she giggled inside her and rang the funny little bell on the reception desk. The funny little bell was answered by a beautiful, young woman. She had a sweet accent to her english: "May I help you, Miss?". Miss Sexatary gave her reservation details to the woman and waited watching her. She had long blond hair and lovely lips. Her name tag said "Nikoletta". "You have a lovely name...!", Miss Sexatary smiled when the young woman handed the keycard to her.
Turning to find the elevators Miss Sexatary though she saw something familiar accross the lobby. A tall figure with dark shaven head disappeared from view fast just as it had appeared. Standing still she could feel her heart doing a little dance... It couldn´t be... It was simply not possible...!
Shaking her head and laughing to herself she picked up her luggage and headed for the elevator. As if by magic the elevator doors opened for her as she reached them. She set her luggage down on the floor of the elevator and pressed 10. The doors started to close slowly and Miss Sexatary closed her eyes leaning against the back wall of the elevator.
"Hold the elevator...!", a male voice called from outside and startled she reached to push the button opening the doors. The doors started to open again and Mr.Bossman rushed in. Without as much as a glance to her direction, he reached to press the number 10. "Oh, we´re going to the right floor anyway..:", he laughed breathing heavily from rushing to the elevator. Miss Sexatary could hardly breath. She stared at the familiar frame in front of her and the back she knew so well. She could smell his scent filling the elevator. How was this possible...? Mr.Bossman was supposed to be in Australia for fucks sake...! He had gotten a sudden transfer half a year ago and the company had refused to transfer Miss Sexatary with him to Australia although he had apparently put in a request for it. As a result, someone from the advertising department had been promoted to fill Mr.Bossman´s shoes and few steps down the line Miss Sexatary had been offered a spot on one of the PR teams. She had accepted, pleased for the offer but miserably disappointed about Mr.Bossman´s transfer. But all that had happened over a half a year ago and although they had been in touch via e-mail at first, it had just sort of stopped after a while. Miss Sexatary didn´t know what to say. She was almost too scared to breath. Although she wanted Mr.Bossman to turn around and notice her, she was also scared that he actually would...! He had propably moved on and forgotten all about her anyway!
"Umm, is that Gucci´s Envy parfum you are wearing?", Mr.Bossman asked turning his head just slightly to let her know it was her he was talking to. On his left temple she saw the familiar mole she loved. Before she managed to answer him, he continued: "I used to know someone who wore it all the time... I think I even got it for her for christmas one year!". Mr.Bossman turned to face the doors again and laughed to his memories. "Sorry, didn´t mean to bother you...", Mr.Bossman turned around apologetic but his voice trailed off. His beautiful face was a picture when he realised it was her. Miss Sexatary swallowed hard and tried desperatelly to think of something clever to say. All she could manage was a meek: "Hey...".
Mr.Bossman sighed not quite believing his eyes. He reached out his hand and took hold of hers. He could feel her hand tremble, her fingers were ice cold. Concentrating on her fingers he lifted them to his lips and blew on them. "Your hands are still so cold...", he mumbled against her fingers making her shiver. His warm breath felt lovely and Miss Sexatary felt like her legs would give away from underneath her. She stared at him blowing warm air to her freezing fingers. He had drops of water on his long chocolate brown wool coat from the melting snowflakes and his ears were still red from the winter breeze blowing in the streets.
The elevator stopped with a gentle jolt and the doors opened with a quiet sound of a bell. Mr.Bossman picked up Miss Sexatary´s luggage from the floor and pulled her out of the elevator by her hand. Not knowing what to say, they stood in the dimly lit corridor holding hands and looking at each other.
Finally Miss Sexatary sqeezed Mr.Bossman´s hand slightly: "It was..umm... nice to see you again Mr.Bossman. I wasn´t expecting to bumb into you here...". Pulling her hand away gently she reached to take her luggage from him. Her heart beated fast and she felt blood rushing to her cheeks. Mr.Bossman frowned. "I´m here for the conference Miss Sexy... "Nice" to meet you? Is that all?".It was only him that ever called her that... His stare felt like fingers touching her. She sighed a little feeling the old shiver up her spine like she always did with him. He took a step closer to her still not letting her take the luggage from him. She felt his breaths on her and she found it hard to concentrate.
"Mr.Bossman...", she was pleading with him. She hated that she felt so powerless with him, like nothing had changed in the half a year apart. Again Mr.Bossman stepped closer to her, silent. He set the luggage down on the floor and slipped his arm around her waist. Pulling her against him like she weighed nothing, he made her cry out a little.
"Shhhhhhhh...", his mouth was so close to her now and his arm was so strong and she felt a tingle in her bones and a thousand butterflies going insane in her tummy. She touched his chest with her hands and tried to avoid his stare. Finally he managed to catch her eyes: "Hello". His voice was low and quiet. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and let his thumb brush against her parted lips.

SUMMER FUN - Part 2

Miss Sexatary stroked his close shaven head loving the feel of the dark stubble. Mr.Bossman´s hands were gentle tickling her back and sides slowly, making her shriver like if she was cold.
“Wait!”, she sighed pushing him away from her. His stare was almost too much for her and she pulled him closer again: “What do you mean you missed me?”. She just had to know before they took this any further. MrBossman smiled and stroking her face with one finger he answered: “ I missed you, what can I say. It´s just work without you there…I guess the thought of the next four weeks without you was just too much. I panicked and decided to come and see you... Please tell me that it was not a bad idea?". Miss Sexatary looked at him carefully: "No, i like your thinking on this. I´m just being a girl and wondering...". MrBossman laughed and pressed his face closer to the sensitive skin of her neck. "Now, may i, please?", he whispered softly. Miss Sexatary closed her eyes and nodded. His mouth was hot and demanding on her neck and she loved it. She tugged at his shirt and pulled it of him.
His fingers worked silently on her dress buttons while his mouth distracted her from it. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her closed eyes, making her tremble against his lips. She held on to him trying to steady herself but no matter how hard she sqeezed him she still felt like the garden around her was spinning.
"Stand up", his command was low and husky and she opened her eyes to see him towering over her with a hand reaching out for her. She took his hand and was pulled up to her unsteady feet. Mr.Bossman pulled her white dress over her head and off her before she really knew what was happening. Murmuring softly to her he turned her around and pressed himself against her back. His skin on hers made her moan and when she felt his lips on her neck again, she felt the familiar warm rush of wetness between her legs. He seemed determined to undress her completly and his hand worked on her bra till it just fell of her. Her sensitive nipples waited to be touched and when he finally rewarded them with a soft stroking finger they swell and hardened in a blink of an eye. Miss Sexatary tried to catch her breath but it was impossible. She was kissed and stroked from all the right places by Mr.Bossman who seemed to know all too well what he was doing.
Miss Sexatary wriggled with pleasure against Mr.Bossman under his divine touch. She tried to turn but was twisted right back by Mr.Bossman. Amidst her struggling she felt his hard cock brush against the small of her back through his jeans. She froze and a broad wicked smile spread across her face: "I can feel you...!". Mr.Bossman laughed and let her go: "Look what you do to me...".
Miss Sexatary turned to face him and standing on tiptoe she kissed him hungrily. Letting her hand slip down his chest and belly she reached the front of his jeans. While teasing him with light kisses she opened the jeans and pushed her hand in them to find him. His cock pushed itself into her open palm and she grabbed it gently making him gasp. Slowly he pumped his cock in her grip. He took a hold of her shoulders steadying himself and continued to fuck her hand. Miss Sexatary pulled away from their kiss: "Open your eyes. I want to see you!". Mr.Bossman opened his eyes and looked at her. His hazel eyes were glossy as he worked with his hips pumping the still growing cock faster into her hand. She felt her hand starting to slip on the moist shaft making it hard to hold still. She let go of the cock and laughed at Mr.Bossman unhappy groan at that. "Come on silly boy. We can do better than that! Can´t we?"; she scolded him smirking, pulling down his jeans and tight white boxers.
Mr.Bossman´s cock throbbed hot against his belly and he felt dizzy. Miss Sexatary took his jeans and boxers off and knelt down on the blanket in front of him. Her breasts were flushed and her nipples hard. He could make out the dark of her pubic hair through her sheer white panties. "Join me?", she smiled invitingly and made him moan with anticipation. Laying down on the blankets they took hold of each other. Miss Sexatary loved the feel of his weight on top of her and his hard cock pushed against her pussy through her panties, demanding. She felt her juice over flowing from her and she knew her panties were soaking wet. Mr.Bossman licked Miss Sexatary´s skin softly. He tasted the salty sweat at her beautiful neck, then at her smooth chest. He let his tongue draw circles around her nipples and bit at her round, full breasts gently, teasing her endlessly. Her moans of pleasure made his skin tingle and made him try even harder just to hear her again and again. Slowly, taking his time at everything he moved down on her flushing body. He found her to be very sensitive on her sides and took advantage of that by stroking the sides with his long fingers. Moaning she arched her back. Mr.Bossman smiled against Miss Sexatary´s belly pressing against his face. He let his tongue slip into her belly button licking at it slow and hard. Miss Sexatary relaxed and sighing lay back down on the blanket. She reached her hand over her head and felt the cool grass in her fingers under the shady tree.
Mr.Bossman sat up on his knees and pulled Miss Sexatary´s wet panties off her. He lifted her long slender legs up in the air and rested them against his shoulders. Miss Sexatary stared up at him with rosy cheeks licking her lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, Mr.Bossman stroked her calfs and thighs. He reached out to grab at her soft buttock with his right hand and groaned pleased at her gasp. He let his hand slip down between her legs and brush soflty at the dark hair leading down to her pussy. He glanced at the swollen labia and marvelled at the glistening moistness. Reaching to her face he pressed his long finger at her lips and she let it slip into her hot mouth. She sucked at the finger few times licking at it with her strong tongue before letting him pull it out. Quickly Mr.Bossman returned the wet finger to her pussy and staring at her he pushed the finger inbetween the lips. Miss Sexatary made a sound only a woman can make at the point of utter pleasure and her eyes seemed to glaze over. Mr.Bossman rubbed slowly at her pussy with his finger and circled around her swolled clit. Finally he brushed against the clit and decided that was enough teasing. He stroked at the bud of the clit gently enjoying the warmth of the pussy. He found a rythym matching her fast breaths and pushed another finger into the heat. Miss Sexatary´s hips pushed against his two fingers at her clit and carefully she moved her left leg so that she could push her thigh against his cock. Mr.Bossman closed his eyes pushing his cock against the soft white flesh of her thigh. The cock quivered against it´s soft pillow as he rubbed it into her thigh. The summer afternoon was hot around them as they played with each other in the shade.
"Come, come... Come inside me - now! I want you inside me!", Miss Sexatary moaned loudly reaching her hand towards Mr.Bossman. Mr.Bossman opened his eyes letting go of her legs. She stood up and helpped him up on his feet. She pulled him to her against the old maple tree and kissed him deeply. The maple had grown slanting to one side and it´s trunk veered sharply for a stretch. Miss Sexatary leaned against the veering trunk ignoring the coarse bark scraping the sensitive skin of her back. Pulling the hesitant Mr.Bossman against herself she calmed him: "It´s ok Mr.Bossman, it´s not that bad...". Mr.Bossman grunted frowning worried but couldn´t resist her mouth. He kissed her and pushed his pulsing cock to her. Lifting her legs of the ground to his sides he pushed into her. She was hot and tight and wet and her moan must have been heard far away. Miss Sexatary wrapped her arms around Mr.Bossman whimpering with pleasure. Mr.Bossman´s cock felt thick and huge inside her and it filled her to the brim. His groans against her neck were muffled as he made his first few thrusts. Miss Sexatary felt the bark of the old maple scratch at her back but ignored it. All the pain was lost in the pleasure of Mr.Bossman fucking her hard. His thrusts were slow and long and he took his time at first. Miss Sexatary felt like crying but biting her lip she just moaned softly. Mr.Bossman thought of the rough surface of the bark against her soft skin but lost the thread of his thoughts pushing into her again and again. From her moans he could tell that she was close to coming. Quickly he pulled out of her gasping when a breeze hit his moist cock. She looked at him desperate and surprised at his pulling away. He let her legs go and whispered to her burning ear: "Turn".
Miss Sexatary obeyed him feeling groggy from the pleasure and leaned her belly against the trunk of the maple. She felt his hand press her down and soon she felt the tip of his cock play between her legs. She closed her eyes and waited for the pleasure. Mr.Bossman teased her pussy with his cock. He knew he had to let her cool down a bit before he could push into her awaiting wet pussy again. He didn´t want her to come yet, not yet... He stroked her back and noticed the dark red marks left by the tree. There was even few cuts bleeding a droplet of blood. Tenderly Mr.Bossman leaned against her and kissed the cuts, letting his tongue lick at them. Miss Sexatary shivered.
Finally Mr.Bossman couldnt take it anymore and spreading her legs a little he pushed inside her. The tight grip of her pussy closed in around his cock and made him wonder if this was heaven felt like. Taking a firm hold of her hips he pulled her gently down the shaft of his cock till he was completly inside her. The heart shaped ass in fornt of him made his hands shake and the black star tattoo on her lower back surprised him. but he couldn´t concentrate on tattoos now, no matter how sexy they were. He was inside her, making her moan and grasp at the trunk of the tree she was laying on. He reached for her long hair and took a hold of it with his left hand. He pulled on the hair while he thrusted into her fast and hard this time. Fucking her hard he closed his eyes letting their bodies find their own rythym. Once in a while he pulled out completly and then thrust into her fast making her cry out. Grabbing her ass he pulled her around his cock even deepr and tighter till his head spun and he could hardly control himself. He fucked her hard listening and feeling for the little hints of what felt good and what was right. Finding her spot he fucked her mercilessly till she exploded on him. Her contracting pussy and desperate moans brought him over the edge and he came into her in short bursts crying out into the back of her neck. Their orgasms prolonged each others pleasure and for a long time after their bodies had relaxed the lay against the trunk of the old maple tree panting. Finally Miss Sexatary begun to rise and Mr.Bossman pulled out of her and stood up. She reached and took the half empty jug of lemonade from the ground. She drunk thirstyly and once she was done she passed the jug to him. Mr.bossman drank rest of the lemonade and loved the refreshing bitterness of the last sip. He put the jug down on the ground again and reached to pull Miss Sexatary into his arms. She avoided his hands smiling and whispered: "Come! I want to show you something...". She ran down across the sunny lawn towards the far end of the garden. Half way through she turned giggling to see if he followed. "Come!", she shouted at him and made him move. Mr.Bossman chased after her laughing to feel the soft grass under his bare feet. He wondered when he had been bare foot the last... He reached her finally at the very back of the garden. She was brushing aside the ivy and from behind it a black iron gate was revealed. She opened the gate and slipped through it. Mr.Bossman felt the rusty gate under his hand when he pushed past it running after Miss Sexatary. Right behind the gate grew few more old maples and beyond them Mr.Bossman saw the naked Miss Sexatary turned to face him at the very edge of a small river. He slowed down his running and walked slowly to her. He gasped with surprised to see the beautiful clear water and few fish swimming in it right close to the shore where they stood. Miss Sexatary stood on tiptoe to reach his lips and kissed him gently. "Isn´t it lovely?", she asked wrapping her hand around his naked body. "It´s like... Eden!", Mr.Bossman gasped looking around. He stroked her back gently and kissed her forehead: "Is this yours?". Miss Sexatary nodded looking out onto the river dreamingly: "Yes. It´s part of the estate. I call it the Serendipity River because when I bought the house and the grounds I didn´t even know it excisted!".
"Lets swim!", she said suddenly and waded to into the river. Mr.Bossman hesitated for a second but followed her into the cool water soon. The heat of the day made the water feel cold and gasping he dove into the water. She dipped down under the water too and they surfaced at the same time both laughing. Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary to him in the water and enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressing against him. She kissed him gently again and stroked his shaven head.
"I think i know what i´m going to do on my summer holidays now...", Mr.Bossman smirked. Miss Sexatary giggled and kissed his cheek. Mr.Bossman stroked her cheek softly with his hand : "Do you think you could stand having me around on your summer holidays Miss Sexy? Because I´m pretty sure mine just started too...".

SUMMER FUN - Part 1

The afternoon sun was hot on her skin as she walked towards the huge old maple tree growing on her backyard. Miss Sexatary reached the shade under the tree and sat down on the waiting blankets and pillows. She set her jug of lemonade and a glass down on the ground next to the blanket. Little droplets of water gathered on the jug´s surface in the summer heat and the ice cubes in the jug made cracking sounds starting to melt right away.
Miss Sexatary kicked off her sandals and lay down on the blankets. She felt hot in her loose white summer dress and thought that if she was really brave she could just take it off... She decided she wasn´t quite that brave and that she was content with just lifting the dress hem up all the way to her panties. Her sheer white panties looked cheeky peeking from under her dress hem but she had decided not to care. Lying on the blankets she could feel the moist starting to build up in the back of her neck already and she sat up sighing. She gathered her long hair up in a loose bun to the top of her haed and could feel a breeze in the back of her neck. She shivered and smiled to herself; she loved summer!
Lying down again she closed her eyes and listened to the birds singing in the tree high above her.
Mr.Bossman had the airconditioning on full blast and he had opened all the car windows in desperation but it was still steaming hot inside the car. Sweat clung his shirt to his skin and he felt wet and moist in all the wrong places. Jeans had been a truly bad idea this morning, he crumbled inside while checking his map on the seat next to him. The dirt road winding in front of him seemed to take him to another time. He could see pastures with horses on them and old expensive looking houses every once in a while on the side of the road and he felt transported to a century past. He imagined taking this road to work every morning and suddenly he felt he understood Miss Sexatary a bit better. He smiled and tried to imagine what her house would look like. Rather he should be getting prepeared for what she would say when he´d turn up on her porch (she´d propably have a porch, he smirked) on the second day of her summer holidays. He glanced at his rearview mirror and saw the thick dust cloud his car left behind on the dry dirt road. Laughing to himself he sped away trying to out run the dust in vain.
Mr.Bossman took another look at his map and slowed down, the turn to Miss Sexatary´s house would be coming up right about now. Soon enough there was a open white gate to a small road to his right and he took it. Tall trees shaded the road all the way up to house that lay a good distance away from the winding dirt road. Mr.Bossman pulled up slowly to a very beautiful old wooden house. with a red door. He sat in his car letting the aircondition blast away at him looking at the house for a long time. It was white with shutters the same color, indeed it had a lovely little porch and rosebushes growing around it. The house looked very welcoming and Mr.Bossman knew that it was good reflection of the owner. He turned off his car and stepped out of the car. The heat of the summer afternoon hit him hard outside. He unbuttoned his white shirt and took the wet thing off. Wiping the sweat of his forehead with the shirt he walked to the trunk of his car and opened it. He pulled out a black bag and stuffed the shirt in there. After rummaging the bag for a while he found a white wife beater and put it on. He wondered if it was too informal for a while but decided that it was better than to go shirtless. He slammed the trunk shut hoping Miss Sexatary would hear it inside the house and come outside to see who it was because he was feeling a bit nervous about knocking on the door. He reached inside the car through the open back window and pulled out a large, colorful bouqet of flowers meant for her. Taking deep breaths he walked to the red front door and knocked. He stood still almost holding his breath but nothing happened. He knocked again and looked around the front yard. He saw Miss Sexatary´s small car parked to the side of the house and realised she had to be home. Knocking once more he took a step back and looked up at the house. There was no light on the windows but then it was daylight still and the curtains were pulled up anyway. Walking towards her car Mr.Bossman looked around and wondered if he should call out her name. When he reached the car he realised the yard extended to the back of the house too. Walking along the side of the house he saw an open window and could hear a faint sound of music from inside; she was definitelly in.
When Mr.Bossman reached the backyard he noticed the backdoor was open letting the music escape to the large garden on the back. He walked to the open doors and stepped inside. After the bright sun shine his eyes took a while to get used to the dark and he had to blink a few times. He stood in a large airy kitchen with white cupboards and olive green walls. It was clean and lovely and he felt at home immediately. He set the bouqet of flowers on the large kitchen table and called out her name: “Miss Sexatary?”. The house stood cool and still around him. He called out her name again and again there was only silence. Looking at the flowers he decided they needed water and fast he started opening the cupboard doors. Feeling like an intruder he tried to be very quiet and once he found a suitable vase for the bouqet he filled it up ith water quickly before stepping back out into the back garden. He looked around the garden noticing all sorts of strange looking flowers in the multitude of flowerbeds. Finally he saw something under a large maple. He took a few steps towards the tree and squinted his eyes in the sun shine. “Miss Sexatary?”, he called uncertain. The figure under the tree moved and sat up.
Miss Sexatary´s hair spilled down from her loose bun from the top of her head when she sat up. She yawned and wondered what had waken her up. She felt thirsty and reached for the jug of lemonade next to her.
“Miss Sexatary? Hey, did i wake you?”, his voice was unmistakable and it send a shock through her. Spinning around fast Miss Sexatary was still surprised to see Mr.Bossman standing in her garden. He looked slightly out of place here in her world. Mr.Bossman was wearing a worn out pair of jeans and a white wife beater that left his arms bare. Miss Sexatary sighed a little and realised she had never seen him out of a suit before. He looked amazing and Miss Sexatary wondered what she looked like. Suddenly she realised her dress was still hiked up to her panties and she tried to pull it down desperatelly. “Mr.Bossman!? What... Is everything alright?”, she said standing up. Mr.Bossman bend down to kiss her cheek politly and shook his head. “Um, yes, everything is alright. I was just in the neighborhood... “, he grinned at her playfully and tilted his head a little. Miss Sexatary giggled in disbelief, was he really implying that he had driven all this way to come and see her? She didn´t quite know what to say and for a moment they just stood there in the shade of the huge maple tree looking at each other.
“Please, sit down”, she finally said and immediately realising it was a silly thing to say. But Mr.Bossman nodded and sat down on the blanket amidst the pillows. “Were you asleep?”, he asked still looking at her when she sat down. “I´m sorry if i woke you up. Sweet dreams?”, he continued grinning again. Miss Sexatary giggled and nodded: “Yes, i was asleep actually. I stayed up late last night and decided to have a nap out here since it is my summer holiday and people are allowed to do things like this on their summer holidays...”.
“Correct. What good is a summer holiday if you can´t stay up late and nap away in your garden in the afternoons?”, Mr.Bossman laughed. He glanced at Miss Sexatary´s white dress. It was nearly see through and he could easily make out her lace bra through it. She looked relaxed and younger than at work. Mr.Bossman looked at her bare feet and smiled, sweet. Miss Sexatary poured a glass of lemonade out of the jug next to her and handed it to Mr.Bossman: “You must be thirsty? Was the drive very uncomfortable?”. He took the glass letting his long fingers brush against hers and smiled: “Uncomfortable is a good way to describe it. And thank you, i am very thirsty!”. He drank the lemonade and handed the glass to her to be filled again. After a third glass he gave the glass back and sighed loudly: “That´s better!”. Miss Sexatary poured the glass full again for herself this time and lifting the glass to her lips she drank. Mr.Bossman watched her drinking and loved the moves of her throath when she swallowed.
“I brought you some flowers...”,he told her. “I put them in a vase in the house. i couldn´t find you at first and went to look for you inside. I hope you don´t mind?”. Miss Sexatary was so surprised by him bringing her flowers that she managed to spill some of the lemonade down the front of her dress. She sqeeled a little when the still cool lemonade hit her skin through the sheer fabric and set her glass aside. “Oh no...”, she moaned and pulled the wet fabric of her skin. Mr.Bossman rushed to dry the dress with a handkerchief and made her smile: what a gentleman, he carried a handkerchief while wearing jeans and a wife beater. Mr.Bossman rubbed at the wet spot on the dress gently with a concentrated frown. “I think i got it...”, he mumbled leaning very close to her chest to check. Miss Sexatary felt his breath on her skin and his scent surrounded her. “Thank you...”, she almost whispered touching his arm lightly. Mr.Bossman pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips fast and smiled. “Why are you here?”, Miss Sexatary asked quietly. Up in the tree a bird chirpped loudly and she could hear a car pass her house on the dirt road. Mr.Bossman´s face softened and he put the handkerchief away. He reached to smooth her hair and let his soft thumb stroke her cheek slowly. “I missed you... “, he whispered and glanced away shy. Miss Sexatary sighed again surprised. “You did?”, she asked and turned her head to quickly kiss the thumb stroking her cheek. Mr.Bossman looked at her again, this time intently. Slowly, almost carefully he came closer to her and finally kissed her. His lips were soft and gentle and the kiss was light. Miss Sexatary touched his face with her hands and pulled him closer to her for another kiss. With every kiss they became braver and the kisses more demanding. Her tongue felt his beautiful theet and his wide tongue pushed into her mouth to explore. He nibbled at her lower lip and made her moan.

PARTY PLANNING WITH MR.BOSSMAN...

Peep. The intercom on Miss Sexatary´s desk came to life. "Miss Sexatary, i wonder if u could bring me a cup of coffee, you know the way i like it and come and take some notes down, please". Mr.Bossman´s voice sounded every bit as husky through the crackling intercom line as it did when he spoke next to her. "Sure thing Mr.Bossman, i´ll be right there", Miss Sexatary answered reaching for her pink notepad and pen. She rushed to get the coffee just as he liked it from the canteen right outside their office. With the steaming hot coffee in one hand and notepad and pen in the other she arrived flushed to Mr.Bossman´s office only couple of minutes later.
"Well Miss Sexatary, that was quick!", Mr.Bossman laughed surprised and took the coffee of her. His long fingers touched hers and there was a tingling sensation. "Please, sit down".
Miss Sexatary sat down opposite him. Between them his large desk seemed like a barrier and she felt an ache to be closer to him.
"Umm... the office party Miss Sexatary. Any ideas for it?", Mr.Bossman asked. He was sipping his hot coffee carefully and after every sip he licked his lips quickly to relieve the burn of it. Miss Sexatary couldn´t help but think back to her holiday in India and the snakes and their charmers on the market places. Following the move of the charmers flute the snakes slowly stood errect and licking the air with their long tongue they tried to smell it while tourists growded around. Mr.Bossman´s tongue made her quiver. She wanted to be his snake´s charmer...
"Miss Sexatary? Are you ok?", Mr.Bossman´s voice broke the spell and she realised she had drifted as far away from their converstaion as India. Flusterred she smiled: "Yes. I am sorry. The office party, right".
"Yes... The party. Have you any ideas for it because i am quite frankly stuck on zero", Mr.Bossman yawned and streched his arms over his head. He leaned his head back against his leather chair and closed his pretty blue eyes. He looked relaxed and Miss Sexatary wondered if it had anything to do with her being there and him trusting her to take care of the party. She was pretty sure it did. Relaxed he just sat there and didn´t seem to mind the silence. If she could just hold still & quiet for few minutes Mr.Bossman would surely drift off to sleep and maybe she could then sneak a kiss from his lips. He wouldn´t ever know... Miss Sexatary giggled inside and shook her head, what a plan!
Mr.Bossman´s breathing started to slow down and his face relaxed. He shifted his tall frame on the chair to find a better position. Slowly his lovely long fingers relaxed too and Miss Sexatary watched them curl slightly into his palms, just as fingers do when people sleep. She sighed not quite believing that it was truly happening, he was falling asleep! She wondered if she could still back out off her bold plan to kiss him. After all she never did say she would actually do it, it was more of a silly daydream. But then dreams are often dreamt so they could come true one day!

Miss Sexatary relaxed in her chair too and let her eyes drink in the scene infront of her. He was fast a sleep. One hand still over his head, the other down in his lap with curled fingers. Legs spread just enough for her to imagine she could make out the outlines of his cock in the folds of his black pants. In his slumber Mr.Bossman swallowed hard and turned to face her. Miss Sexatary bite her lip till she drew blood. He was so beautiful! His long lashes looked even longer now and his relaxed lips pouted just a little. He had a stubble and she wondered if he had shaven this morning.
Carefully not to make a sound she stood up and set the notepad and pen down on her chair. She stepped out of her high heels and tiptoed around the desk. Trembling she bend down close to sleeping Mr.Bossman´s neck and drew his scent in. He smelled divine; like forrest and vanilla mixed together. Gently she touched his pouting lower lip with one finger and then quickly pressed the same finger to her own wine coloured lips. Kiss. Mission completed, she smiled to herself and started to pull away. But Mr.Bossman moved and still asleep his lips brushed against Miss Sexatary´s chin. She froze in fear but was also stopped in her tracks by her own growing desire. He was so close, right there an inch away from her lips completly vounerable. She fought the insticnt to flee while she still could with her desire to take the kiss when it was so close. Instincts lost the fight and gathering all her courage she kissed him. Taking her time, making sure she felt all of his lips, she poured the desire in that one kiss. She couldn´t help herself but had to touch his sleeping face while she let her tongue feel the mouth. Lost in his taste and his scent, she felt locked to him like in a dream. Suddenly his mouth opened and his wide tongue pushed it´s way into her mouth. She moaned against him and for a moment didn´t realise he was awake. Only when Mr.Bossman took gentle hold of her hair pushing her closer to his hungry mouth did she know she had been caught. Scared by the consequences she froze and started to pull away. Mr.Bossman released her hair and it tumbled down her neck from the bun that his huge hand had undone. Blushing furiously she tried to think of an explanation but couldn´t. "Don´t go...", Mr.Bossman´s voice was soft like it had never been for her before. Their eyes met and his stare was longing. He brushed a strand of loose hair from Miss Sexatary´s cheek and curled it behind her burning ear. Concentrating on her mouth he pulled her closer again and kissed her this time. Miss Sexatary closed her eyes again and felt a surge of pleasure through her guilt. His stuble brushed her face almost painfully and in her mind she begged him to punish her for her arrogance. But Mr.Bossman didn´t punish her, instead he pulled her into his warm lap and embrace. Like electricity running through her she felt the desire taking over and making her braver than she really was. She curled up into one pulsing bundle of want in his lap kissing him so hard she though she might hurt him. But there was no complaints from Mr.Bossman. His hands grabbing at her ass and his mouth eating away, right back at her, he groaned with pleasure. Under her Miss Sexatary felt the cock she had imagined to see before and she reached her hand to feel it. Hardening slowly the cock quivered in her hand slightly and made Mr.Bossman pull away for air. He gasped loudly before holding his breath for a second. With a deep sigh he squeezed his eyes shut and frowned as in pain. Miss Sexatary fondled him through the black fabric for a while watching his face flush. But that wasn´t what she really wanted and deciding to live this daydream to the fullest, she slipped down from Mr.Bossman´s lap on to the floor. Kneeling down in front of him she reached to open his belt and pants. Mr.Bossman smiled in disbelief at her but didn´t hesitate for a second to help her with the belt. Pushing and pulling at the cloth of the pants she finally discovered what she had been looking for. Mr.Bossman´s cock rested against his lower belly rosy and beautiful. Feeling the heat emanating from the cock she picked it up between her fingers and squeezed it gently. The cock pulsed and hardened and Mr.Bossman sighed laughing. "Wakey wakey", Miss Sexatary whispered to the still sleepy member and kissed the tip. She let her tongue circle the head twice before she pulled the skin back slightly and dipped the cock in her wet mouth. Mr.Bossman muttered something and pushed his fingers into her loose hair. Not waiting for the sleepy cock, Miss Sexatary closed her eyes and proceeded to suck the bastard into a proper posture. Up and down she let her lips stroke the shaft and her tongue to circle. With her fingers she caressed the belly, the balls and the cock. She gave no mercy to Mr.Bossman who squirmmed and tugged at her hair. She was going to enjoy this her way!
Sucking hard and savouring the taste she had waken up the cock. It had swelled to twice it´s rather impressive original size and everytime she let her mouth release the cock it sprang against Mr.Bossman´s belly with a fierce slap. With amused grin Mr.Bossman watched Miss Sexatary toy with his cock. While she was giving him head he watched her face, getting almost as much pleasure from her expressions of desire and want, as he did from the glorious head she gave. Stroking her hair he was pleased about falling a sleep. He still wasn´t quite sure if he was awake or dreaming but his only wish was that if this should have been a dream it wouldn´t end before she had made him cum.

Again Miss Sexatary pulled the cock into her mouth and again she felt Mr.Bossman´s hand pressing her head down encouraging her to take as much of the cock in as she possibly could. She purred with the pleasure this gave her and tried her damndest to beat her previous record...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mr.Bossman sat up straight and Miss Sexatary released his pulsing cock from her mouth. Hearing the doorhandle starting to turn, Mr.Bossman could only usher Miss Sexatary under his desk and pull himself on his chair so close to the edge of the desk it touched his heaving belly. Miss Sexatary giggled crouching in the dark under the desk. Good thing the desk was covered with beautiful carved panelling from the front or all the world could see her under there. Her eyes started to get used to the dark and in front of her she saw Mr.Bossman´s cock, tip touching the desk top. She grinned and reached for it pulling it to her lips again. Mr.Bossman shuffled his feet under the desk and tried to silence the moan growing inside him.
The door to the office opened and in walked Mr.Bossman´s chief of staff. "I´m sorry, you´re not busy are you? Miss Sexatary seems to have disappeared from her desk out there... I had an idea for the office party!", the chief of staff said walking uncertainly into the room. On the floor next to a chair Mr.Bossman noticed Miss Sexatary´s black high heels. Shit.
Mr.Bossman tried to concentrate and keep his eyes open but with every lick and every nibble at his cock he found it harder and harder: "Umm..Yes, the party...Indeed!... Hmm...Umm-m... idea you said?"
Miss Sexatary suckled the cock waiting for the nectarine of life to come rushing out of the delicate tip any moment now. She quickly licked the balls and nibbled at them while rubbing the base of the cock slowly.
"Yeah, we were talking in the coffee room earlier and thought that like a cowboys and cowgirls theme would be kinda neat!", the chief of staff explained laughing to his brilliant idea. "Unless you already decided something cuz i´m sure that´s cool too but we just thought since the theme hadn´t been announced yet and...", he went on and on.
"FINE! That´s good, brilliant. Just...umm-mmmh... perfect! We´ll do that!", Mr.Bossman piped and closed his eyes with a gasp. The chief of staff stood still looking perplexed. "That´s good! I´ll leave the planning to you and you do what you think is right. Now go, go...", Mr.Bossman almost moaned at the slow proceedings. Walking away slowly the chief of staff turned around at the door: "Yeah, cool. I´ll make it happen... i guess".
With an angry frown Mr.Bossman finally got rid of the idiot and even before the door had closed behid him Mr.Bossman had pushed his chair back from under the desk and moaned loudly. Miss Sexatary looked up at his anguished face with the throbbing cock locked tightly in her mouth. Sucking fast now she caressed the shaft with one hand and smoothed the hairs of his lower belly with the other. Mr.Bossman´s breathing was dangerously erratic. He pulled at her hair in vain to release his cock. And then it was too late! The warm cum filled Miss Sexatary´s mouth in bursts. She moaned never letting go of the cock, now sucking slowly and gently at the jerking member. Mr.Bossman groaned and panted crouching down over her. His lips touched her hair and his hands rubbed her arched back. Finally the jerking subsided and the cock started to soften again. Miss Sexatary swallowed the last of the cum and pulled away. The cock rested relaxed against Mr.Bossmans thigh still looking rosy and beautiful.
"Sweet jesus... Am i not supposed to wake up now if this is a dream?", Mr.Bossman laughed. Miss Sexatary giggled and stood up. She bent down to kiss Mr.Bossman once more. Then she walked to her shoes and notepad. "Shhh...", she whispered smiling to Mr.Bossman who lay in his chair thoroughly spent. "Well, we did a good job with the party planning Miss Sexatary!", Mr.Bossman called after her. "It´s a cowboys and cowgirls theme, you know" he managed before the door closed behind Miss Sexatary. He could hear her familiar giggle through the door and he laughed to himself, cowboys and cowgirls for fucks sake...

PAYDAY FOR MISS SEXATARY...

In the flashy high rise office it was friday again and a payday. Miss Sexatary sat at her desk with a nail file in hand and stared dreamingly into space. Her mind had been away from work all day and she blushed at her own thoughts. She could just make out Mr.Bossman´s voice coming through his office´s closed doors. He was on the phone and obviously mad at someone... Miss Sexatary shivered, she always did when Mr.Bossman got all bossy. He was so sexy with his angry frown and his blue eyes like icicles. His deepening husky voice and the deep, heavy breaths... Enough, Miss Sexatary commanded, herself standing up and putting the nail file down. She proceeded to organize her already perfectly organized desk nervously; Mr.Bossman appriciates organizational skills, she thought while suffeling her papers around again and again.
Lately Miss Sexatary had noticed she was getting very nervous and shy when it came to Mr.Bossman. She couldn´t quite figure out why though as she had been working for him for three years already and nothing had changed in that time. Still, the butterflies in her tummy when he looked at her and the shivers down her spine when he called her by her name... Miss Sexatary was horrified to feel herself getting moist. What was the matter with her?
She decided to wait till Mr.Bossman had finished his call and then just get his signature to her paycheck and then she would go home early today, just say she was feeling sick. At home she would have a bubble bath and a box of chocolates and try and forget all about Mr.Bossman for the weekend. She was pleased with her plan and congratulated herself for having the guts to take some time for herself like this. She never used to do that...

In his office Mr.Bossman slammed the phone down angrily and wished he broke an eardrum on the other end. He took his suit jacket of and threw it on his desk. The chocolate brown fabric slid down to the floor from the smooth shiney surface of the huge desk but Mr.Bossman couldn´t be bothered to try and catch it. On the floor the jacket looked like it had been taken off in a hurry to get undressed... Mr.Bossman´s mind started to wander again. He thought of Miss Sexatary´s milky white neck and skin of her breasts he could catch glimpses of through the generous opening of her blouse. And he wondered if she knew what happened to Mr.Bossman everytime he saw her tight black skirt riding up just a little revealing her perfect knees... He walked to one of the large window in his office and pressed his forehead against the cool window pane. How good it felt. He put his right hand in his pocket and felt the swelling cock. This is what happened when he only thought of Miss Sexatary´s black skirt, when he actually saw it he usually had to sit down and hide behind his desk! Mr.Bossman closed his eyes and gave away to the his desire. He stroked himself slowly through the pockets coarse fabric and pinched down at the end of his cock. The desire grew in him and warmed his blood. Mr.Bossman´s cheeks turned rosy as he reached for the fly of his pants.
"Mr.Bossman?", Miss Sexatary´s voice stopped his hand from the intercom. "Are you available Mr.Bossman?", she asked again and Mr.Bossman blushed, was he ever! He stumbled to his desk and sat down in his big leather office chair. He reached for the intercom trying to slow his breathing down: "Sure Miss Sexatary, for you I am always available".
Miss Sexatary smiled at Mr.Bossman´s remark in the intercom and gathered up her papers. She stood up from her desk pulling her skirt down. Although she liked her little black number it was a bother when sitting down as it always rode up her legs... She walked to his office door and opened it. Mr.Bossman was sat behind his desk and seemed to be busy looking through some paperwork. In the air of the room she could clearly smell his aftershave. Mr.Bossman looked up from his papers as she walked up to his desk and to his side. "What is it i can help you with then, Miss Sexatary?" his voice was honey to her. She smiled and handed him the papers: "Just sign these and i will be out of your way for the rest of the day...". "Is that a threat?", he asked and winked at her. Miss Sexatary laughed and looked away embarressed of her own blushing, she felt like a teenager. On the floor Miss Sexatary noticed Mr.Bossman´s brand new suit jacket all crumbled up. "Oh Mr.Bossman...", she scolded him gently and bend down to pick up the beautiful brown jacket. Mr.Bossman looked at Miss Sexatary bending down like in slow motion. The black skirt hugged her perfect ass as it rode up slowly to reveal the backs of her knees. Mr.Bossman wanted to moan out aloud. He could feel his hard on getting worse underneath the desk top and he instictively grabbed his cock. Miss Sexatary stood up with the jacket and turned to see Mr.Bossman´s flushed face and burning eyes staring at her intently. His eyes seemed to burn through hers and her wetness felt like flood increasing so suddenly. Miss Sexatary´s nipples started to harden as blood rushed to rouge her cheeks too. "You really shouldn´t... This jacket is new Mr.Boss...", her voice trailed off as she tried to hide how turned on she suddenly was. Mr.Bossman could see Miss Sexatary´s distress as clearly as he felt his own. He let his chair turn around so he was facing her and she had an open view to see his hard on. Miss Sexatary glanced down at Mr.Bossman´s lap and felt both surprised and reliefed to see his manhood trying to fight it´s way through the chocolate brown pants. Mr.Bossman pulled his chair closer to Miss Sexatary and gently dragged his long fingers up her long leg. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She pulled the jacket close to her face and again smelled Mr.Bossman´s aftershave. Mr.Bossman kept stroking her leg higher and higher untill his fingers met the hem of her skirt. He pushed past it and felt the warm skin of her inner thigh. Miss Sexatary swayed and had to take a hold of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder so she wouldn´t fall from pleasure. She stepped her legs apart a little more while catching a glimpse of Mr.Bossman´s face. He seemed lost in the whiteness of her skin and the warmth her pussy was glowing by now. She let her nails dig into his shoulder when he quickly let his finger brush her pussy through her moist panties. They both moaned, she from pleasure and he from the pain of the nails in his flesh. They exchanged a silent glance filled with anticipation.
Mr.Bossman now reached both his hands under Miss Sexatary´s skirt and tugged at her red panties. She sighed once more and thanked her lucky stars she had decided to wear her naughty red lace panties today instead of the belly hugging skin coloured type. She was pleased that she must have seemed almost prepeared for something like this in his eyes... Soon Miss Sexatary lost the thread of her thoughts when she felt the panties peel away and fall to her ankles. Mr.Bossman took a hold of her black high heel and lifted it of the ground to get rid of the panties. After lifting the other shoe off the ground too he looked up and while staring at her hungrily he picked up the red lace panties and put them in his pants pocket. She laughed with delight and got a bad boy grin back.
Mr.Bossman pushed the skirt up all the way to Miss Sexatary´s hips revealing her sharply cut triangle of pubic hair. Murmuring something under his breath Mr.Bossman bent down to kiss the top of the triangle. He let his lips caress the sensetive skin of her low belly while he gently grabbed her buttocks. Miss Sexatary let go of the jacket, she let go of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder and she nearly let go of all reason completly. With her free hands she took hold of his close shaven head and pushed him even closer to herself. His kisses covered her belly, then her thighs and she let a long moan escape her lips.

Mr.Bossman knew that moan, he regonized it, he knew the meaning. He pulled his face reluctantly away from the warmth of her skin and stood up. Facing her now he grabbed her legs one to each side of his hips and lifted her up off the ground. He turned with her surprised face almost touching his and her wet pussy pressing against his belly. He let her down on his smooth, cool desk top and looked at her. She looked flushed, like a little girl almost. Her mouth slightly open to draw in fast little breaths of air to clear her head. Her brow was moist from sweat and she smelled divine to him, like a bunch of spring flowers and vanilla. Mr.Bossman bend to her and pressed his lips to hers. She opened like the flower she seemed to him and drew in his breath. He ate her mouth, pushed his tongue in to find hers. Their tongues licked each other, they met and got tangled in the heat. Mr.Bossman´s hands pulled her blouse unopened over her head and then found a home on her breasts playing with her rock hard nipples. He pressed his face onto her neck and let his 3 o´clock shadow scrape the sensetive skin while his mouth sucked hard on the white flesh. Miss Sexatary was opening his belt and pants. Her legs were curling up around his legs and she let out a small giggle when he reached to unhook her red lace bra. She ripped his cream coloured shirt from his pants and like magic she opened his shirt buttons in an instant, as if she had done it a million times before. Mr.Bossman felt his pants fall down to his ankles as he was taking first his shirt and then his white tanktop off. Miss Sexatary sat there on the desk touching the black hairs of his chest gently looking up at him. Her bare breasts, pink hard nipples and the glistening wetness betwen her legs made her irresistible. He knew this sight would never leave him. He knew that this was a moment he would return to many times from now on when he´d be feeling lonely...
Kicking the pants of his ankles he sat back down on his office chair and pulled up to Miss Sexatary on the desk. She swallowed hard and moved her hands behind her so that she was leaning on them. Mr.Bossman licked his lips with his deliciously pink tongue and still looking her right in the eyes he bend down and pushed his tongue straight inside her pussy. She felt like exploding, blood rushing into her pussy, everything swelling up. Gasping for a breath she had to close her eyes and lay down on the table on her back. The surface of the desk was so cold while Mr.Bossman´s mouth almost burned her pussy. He parted her pussy to get access to her clit and when he found it he lapped at it with his wide tongue slowly. He pressed down on the pulsing clit with his tongue, he sucked it. He licked gently and slowly then hard and fast making it impossible for her to prepear for anything, to pace herself. He held on to her hips so tightly that any attempts to try and escape the tongue were in vain. She squirmmed, lifting her hips as much as Mr.Bossma´n allowed. Her moans were loud and sounded close to cries for help.
Suddenly Mr.Bossman let go of her hips and pressed on hand down on her belly. His tongue worked fast on her clit distracting her from his intensions and she was surprised completly by his long fingers pushing into her wetness. A cry stopped at her throat. The fingers pumped in and out slowly taking their sweet time while the mouth on her clit never stopped for a second. He curled his fingers finding every nook and cranny of her over flowing pussy. He did it all just right, not too hard but hard enough. He sneaked a peek at her face once in a while to see how she felt. Mr.Bossman had forgotten everything, the stress, the earlier maddening phone call, his own pleasure whilest plunged into her salty pussy. He wanted to lap the juices up and have the taste stay in his mouth forever! He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his fingers sweetly and he loved it. After slowly pulling his dripping wet fingers from inside her and his glistening face from her pussy he stood up and pulled his tight white boxer down.
His hard on was perfect. His cock looked thick and moist as it popped against his tight belly. Pulling her down closer to the edge of the desk by her thighs he felt the desire again. He felt the burn in his balls looking at Miss Sexatary´s wet pussy and almost drowsy eyes.
"Are you ready Miss Sexatary?" he asked but before any answer could come from her lips he plunged his cock deep into her. She groaned like an animal. Holding on to her thighs still he pumpped himself into the tight pussy moaning quietly. He fucked her. he fucked her like he had never fucked anyone else with everything he had. His cock felt like on fire brushing against the wet walls of her pussy. She clampped down on his thick cock with her tight pussy feeling every push in the roots of her hair. He lifted his legs up pn his shoulders and bend down on top of her. While kissing her again and letting his tongue find it´s partner he slipped a hand in between their bodys to find her clit. He picked up some of the juice on his two fingers and started to rub the clit with circular motion. Miss Sexatary´s whole body was moist as she gasped for breaths in between the surges of pleasure. She pulled Mr.Bossman closer and closer to herself and loved the weight of him on top of her.
Then everything went white. She felt the waited explotion spread from her clit to all over her body. Wether she was crying or screaming bloody murder, she couldn´t have said afterwards but for that blessed moment she felt all the barriers break inside her by Mr.Bossman´s glorious cock pumping again and again into her. The orgasm spread and lasted till she thought she would faint. She was aware of Mr.Bossman´s muffled cries against her neck and the last jerking pushes he made before he relaxed and rested on top of her letting her legs slip down on each of his sides. Panting their sweatty bodies sticking together they rested touching each other gently. Mr.Bossman lifetd his head to kiss her again this time more gently not wanting to devour her completly anymore. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Mr.Bossman rested on top of her for a little while more and then stood up pulling her to her unsteady feet. He grabbed a pck of cigarettes of his desk and lighted one for each of them. "But Mr.Bossman, your allergies..." Miss Sexatary protested drawing a long deep drag from her ciggie. Mr.Bossman winked: "I think we deserve this. And if anything should happen i have you here to help me out..."
Miss Sexatary laughed aloud, indeed. She felt satisfied. Like weekend had just truly begun and like she had just gotten pne hell of a payrise too!

MR.BOSSMAN´S BULGE

Happened so far: In the mids of a typical workday at their high rise office Mr.Bossman has noticed a worrying bulge on his groin area. His dutyful secretary Miss Sexatary has noticed the bulge too and is awfully worried about her dear Mr.Bossman. After Miss Sexatary´s attempts to solve the ever growing bulge problem by kissing it better failed (silly hen!), Doctor Purcell or better known as Doc Dom to his sickly customers, was called to help with the situation. Doc Dom regonized the problem immediately and proceeded to train Miss Sexatary in the fine art of bulge handling. After the training session took a bit of time Mr.Bossman seemed rather lonely and in agony so Miss Sexatary decided to tackle the bulge problem once and for all as she was after all now equipped in doing so. By now Miss Sexatary has Mr.Bossman tied up with his pink silktie to a big leather office chair. She has possitioned herself in front of the panting Mr.Bossman and has her knee against the pulsing bulge.

... Mr.Bossman struggled against his binds and groaned as Miss Sexatary or Miss Sexy as Mr.Bossman had just called her stroked the bulge with her knee. Miss Sexatary had finshed unbuttoning her blouse and let it slip off her shoulders. "But Miss Sexy...", Mr.Bossman tried to protest in vain but his husky whisper revealed exactly what he thought about the proceedings. He licked his lips slowly and moved his gaze from Miss Sexatary´s heaving bossom to her eyes. Miss Sexatary felt herself blushing again and quickly did as Doc Dom had instructed her earlier, she threw her almost see through blouse over Mr.Bossman´s surprised face. "No peeking Mr.Bossman!", she whispered and took a quick breath. Almost reluctantly she pulled her milky white leg away from the menacing bulge and walked briskly around Mr.Bossman and behind his large workdesk. She fumbled around in his drawers for a bit before she found what she was looking for. Quickly she returned to face Mr.Bossman who by now was calling for her: "Miss Sexy? Hello? Are you still here?"
Miss Sexatary kneeled down in front of Mr.Bossman and his massive bulge and proceeded to cut the tight black boxers off him. Up one leg and snap at the elastic band and then the same on the other one, but very, very carefully... From underneath the black fabric that had consealed it so well popped out the mysterious bulge. Throbbing in shades of delicious red it swayed in front of the awestruck Miss Sexatary. Mr.Bossman squirmmed and groaned loudly as if reacting to Miss Sexatary´s breaths on his manhood. His groans woke Miss Sexatary from an almost hypnotic state and she glanced back to Doc Dom who was sitting on a leather couch on the other side of the room smoking a huge cigar. "Go ahead Miss Sexatary. You know what to do", he smirkked at her and almost disappeared in the bitter cigar smoke.
Miss Sexatary took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, this would have to work! She wanted to help Mr.Bossman so badly...!
Slowly, almost carefully she let her fingers stroke the hard cock. Mr.Bossman´s body jerked and he gasped. "Sweet mother...", he murmured and pushed his hips towards Miss Sexatary. She smiled surprised by his reaction and felt more comfortable to wrap her fingers around the gorgeous cock and pump it slowly up & down. Mr.Bossman sounded as he was about to choke as he fought to catch his breath. "Oh my...Miss Sexatary! Sweet jesus...Oh lord... I... No... Yes... yes... YES!"
Her hand stroked and pumped, it circled and slipped up and down the shaft and she felt that tingling again through out her body. Suddenly Mr.Bossman grunted and quickly wrapped his long legs around Miss Sexatary. Instictivly she struggled to free herself but it was futile. Mr.Bossman held her body in his tight grip and she kind of liked it. Reacting to his sudden move she took a deep breath again and dragged her tongue up Mr.Bossman´s throbbing cock. She could still taste his sweat in her mouth but this was better... Mr.Bossman´s hoarse groan encouraged her on and she let the cock plunge into her mouth. She wanted to savour the taste forever but Mr.Bossman´s thrusts made it impossible. She started to suck and to play around the cock with her long tongue while as in a dream she could hear Mr.Bossman´s cries. Miss Sexatary cupped the smooth balls in her white hand while she drag her nails accross Mr.Bossman´s belly letting her fingers get tangled in the black hairs leading down to the price she held in her mouth. Mr.Bossman tried to buck underneath her but Miss Sexatary held down. She was never going to let go of his beautiful cock, she was going to cure him! When she felt the balls pulling up and Mr.Bossman´s breathing get even more erratic she pumped even faster up and down with her mouth and her hand. Suddenly he relaxed, completly and let out a long moan. In her mouth Miss Sexatary tasted the bitter sweet taste of a satisfied man. she pumped slower now few more times still cupping the balls and stroking them with one finger. she could already feel the cock soften a little and she knew she had saved the day and solved the problem of the bulge. Behind her in the mids of Mr.Bossmans panting and slow happy groans she could hear Doc Dom´s applause to her. She pulled away and smiled up at Mr.Bossman, she had fulfilled her duty to her dear boss. Now all she needed was to get paid as it was a payday and well, money isn´t everything mr.Bossman you know...