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...".