Sex Never Felt So Good
written by:
Jenna_J

I think it is easy to understand how a modestly attractive 35 year old woman who became recently divorced and feeling the need to feed her lingering sexual appetite could find an attraction for her boss, especially if her boss is a tall and fit masculine hunk who has a pretty hot sexual appetite of his own....

The first thing I noticed as I entered through his office door was him, my boss, sitting at his desk with some papers and folders spread out in front of him and the glow from his computer reflecting off his white shirt. Mr. Hanley, or John as I call him whenever we are at the office alone has always been good to me and friendly from day one. Then after my divorce 6 months earlier, John gave me a shoulder to lean on and finding him the most comforting and consoling man I ever met, I allowed myself to venture into a sexual relationship with him.

The first time was rather unexpected. It was a Friday and we were finishing up some last minute details for one of his clients. After the meeting with his client had ended, John suggested that we close up early because we were caught up with everything. Then just as I was getting ready to leave, he asked me off the top of his head what I had planned over the weekend. I told him that I was probably going to spend another boring weekend alone at home. He gave me one of those sad eyed feeling sorry for me looks. "That's no way for a beautiful woman to spend a weekend," he said to me as he was putting on his jacket.

"Well, after being married for 10 years I really don't know how to go out on my own," I confessed while trying to make my sad situation sound a little bit funny.

He hesitated for a long moment like he usually does when he's creating a plan inside his head. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me gently against his side. I could smell the scent of his cologne and he still had the sweetest smell coming off of him even after hours of working at the office. "My wife is out of town for the weekend and I can't cook worth a damn, so I am planning on getting something to eat on my way home. Why don't you join me?"

Although it sounded a bit straying for a married man to ask his secretary to have dinner with him while his wife was out of town, I gave him only a short hesitation before I accepted. He took me to a very fancy restaurant next to a cocktail lounge. It was more than I expected when he ordered us both steak and lobster tail. It was the best meal I had in a long time.

After we finished I was expecting us to part our separate ways but John reminded me that the day was still young, and it was only 4 in the afternoon. "Have a drink with me at the cocktail lounge before you go," he suggested.

I was a little more hesitant this time and told him that I think I should really be making my way home. But he insisted, and well, he was my boss. So I agreed to one cocktail, which led to another and another. We drank and talked well into the evening and when the piano man started playing some very soft music, John asked me to dance with him. So we danced, and he held me close, ran his hand down my back and over the cheeks of my ass a couple of times as he whispered hotly in my ear suggesting that we should get a room for the night.

My mind was saying no, but my body was screaming yes, and even though I knew it was a totally wrong thing to do I went with him to a hotel and waited next to the lobby entrance while he signed into a room. My eyes followed him towards the elevator and when he motioned for me to come to him, my heart was beating so fast and so loud I was sure he could hear it. As soon as the doors of the unoccupied elevator opened we ducked into it, and when the doors closed John pressed the button to the 10th floor. On the way up, the sense of what we were doing was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I could feel the nerves tightening in my stomach from wanting something so wrong from a man who didn't belong to me. Even so, I knew I would regret it even more if I turned away from it.

Once inside the room, he closed the door, reached for my arm and swung me around to him. I flew straight into his embrace. His arms encircled me and mine went up around his neck. My head tilted up and we were looking directly into each other's eyes. His lips brushed my lightly at first, then a little harder until the kiss deepened and our tongues mingled together and chasing back and fourth into each other's mouths. The feeling was electric and the taste of his mouth was intoxicating. All of my senses were aroused at once and the blood rushed wildly through my veins. Neither of us was sure how fast to move, but neither of us attempted to break the embrace either.

I felt his hands rubbing my back, going up to my neck and down my spine, resting at the small of my back, and then moving again. I took my lead from him and began to do the same. We stood in the centre of the room for several minutes just holding, caressing and kissing each other. It was so wonderful. None of the awkwardness that I first anticipated was present, I felt so comfortable with him and he seemed to feel the same way with me.

There was a large mirror on the wall over the dresser. He turned me around to face the mirror with my back up against his chest. His arms were around me again, this time with his hands at the front of my body. He was watching my breasts rise and fall in line with my heavy breathing as I caught his eyes in the mirror. His lips lightly brushed against my neck and I reached up to lift my blonde colored hair out of the way, turning my head, offering the softness of my neck to him.

His mouth kissed and nuzzled on my flesh as one of his hands moved upward to cup my breast. I could feel the tickle of his moustache against my skin, it tickled me but the warmth of his lips seemed to erase the tickling sensation. His right hand caressed my left breast through my blouse. His thumb found my nipple and even through the layers of fabric he could feel it become firm and erect. His left hand was on my hip pressing me back against him.

We both looked into the mirror, our eyes locked together in the reflection. He began undoing the buttons of my blouse, first the top one, then the next one, which exposed the top of my lacey bra and the abundant swell of my breasts. His hands reached inside to gently touch them. Feeling his fingers caressing was electrifying. A low moan escaped from my throat, which was all he needed to hear to quickly undo the rest of the buttons and unfasten the front hook on my bra. Pushing my blouse and my bra out of the way, my large breasts were visible to him in the reflection of the mirror. We both watched as his hands cupped the undersides of them and pushed them upwards and together. My nipples were pointing straight ahead as he used his thumb and forefinger to stroke them and pulling them out to their full glory.

His mouth was right beside my ear and he whispered, "Oh baby, they're just as beautiful as I've imagined. I love how hard and aroused your nipples are."

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek, bringing his mouth back down onto my neck. His hands moved toward the waistband of my skirt, undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper down the side of my hip. The skirt fell gently down my legs and crumpled around my feet while one hand went back to my breast and the other hand slid under my panties and over the soft hair on my pubic mound until his fingers reached my pussy lips. He pushed my panties down over my hips and thighs so we could both see his fingers caressing and rubbing my pussy. My head was back against his chest, my body leaning against him for support. When his finger slipped between the wet lips of my slit, I moaned and began moving my hips against his fingers.

Being able to watch and feel his hands roam all over my body was such and incredible turn on. As much as I wanted to continue to watch, I needed to touch him. I turned around in his arms and began undoing his shirt and pulling off his suit jacket, and somehow I got his tie off. When I'd pushed his shirt out of the way, I put my arms around his back and pressed myself against his warm skin, my nipples rubbed against his bare chest. Oh God, he felt so wonderful. I knew that he was as aroused as I was by the hardness I felt against my lower abdomen. My hands reached for his waistband and undid his pants. Carefully, I pushed them down over his hips, until his fully erect penis was released. I gasped at the size of it. It was beautiful, long and thick with a huge head. My hand immediately surrounded it, my fingers barely touching and I began to stroke him ever so gently...hearing him moan was like music in my ears.

As our passion for each other grew, the rest of our belongings went flying in all directions until we were both as naked as the day we were born. He nudged me towards the bed and I sat with my legs and feet off the edge as he stood in front of me. I reached for his hips and drew him closer to me.

His cock was stiff and throbbing in the air as my fingers went to it and cradled it's shaft. He watched me as I leaned forward bringing my lips to the tip of it. I kissed the head; the tip of my tongue encircled it, feeling the soft, velvety, smoothness of the skin. He was holding my shoulders as I took more and more of his shaft into my mouth and sucked on it. I pulled him as far inside of my mouth as I could and while sucking started to pull my mouth away. I looked up at him watching himself going in and out of my mouth. My fingers were gently massaging his balls, giving them a slight squeeze every time his cock was buried in my mouth.

After only a few moments, he pulled away and bent down to kiss me. It was a wonderful, deep, tender kiss filled with passion. Lowering himself to his knees between my outstretched thighs he kissed his way down my neck to my chest, stopping to tease and suck on my nipples. He took each one into his mouth, flicking the hard nub with his tongue and gently biting on it while his hand fondled the other one. I was holding his head between my hands, pulling my body backwards while he held one of my nipples between his teeth. The meeting of pleasure and a tiny bit of pain was exquisite. When he released my nipple from his mouth, it was red and swollen and ever so sensitive.

He pushed me backwards, so I was lying on the bed. He picked up my right foot and began sucking on my toes and kissing up my leg. When he reached my knee, he placed my foot on the edge of the mattress and lifted up the my left leg and did the same thing, placing my left foot far from my right and pushed my knees outwards, exposing my wet, swollen pussy to his gaze. I grabbed two pillows and placed them under my head; I wanted to see, as well as feel everything he was doing to me. He used his tongue to trace a line from knee to my pussy. The wetness of his tongue against my inner thigh was incredibly erotic.

I was pushing my hips upwards, but he stayed away from my pussy until he had repeated the ritual on both of my legs. I was so wet; I could feel my juices trickle between the cheeks of my ass. I reached down to pull his head towards my pussy, but he firmly pushed my hands away, telling me to relax and enjoy. He was smiling, knowing what he was doing to me and then I felt his fingers part my outer lips and using the flat part of his tongue, he placed it on my clit. The sensation was amazing. He took me to the edge of the world with his fingers and tongue, but wouldn't allow me to go over the edge. I would get so close, and then he'd pull back and reach for my nipples, pulling and pinching the red tips. This man was making me feel things that I'd never felt before and I didn't want it to ever end. Finally, I asked him to please stop; I wanted our first orgasms to be mutual, with him inside of me. The first time isn't a time for teasing and tantalizing. I needed him to fill me with his cock.

As he got to his feet, I scrambled to move up towards the top of the bed. He crawled up on towards me, separating my thighs and kneeling between them. He leaned down over me and looked directly into my eyes. My desire and passion was reflected in his eyes. His mouth covered mine and I felt the head of cock pressing against the opening of my pussy. I lifted my hips towards him, wanting him to enter me. There is no other feeling that compares to the way a cock feels when it first enters. He pushed in slowly and I could feel the head and then the shaft passing through my opening. My hands reached for his ass, trying to push him deep inside of me. I was so wet, so ready, there was no resistance at all. He pushed hard against me, filling me, then pulled out and back in again. It only took a few strokes before we had developed a rhythm.

Our breathing became labored; he was sliding in and out of me increasing his speed with every thrust. We could hear the suction noises of my pussy latching to his cock and the sound of his balls hitting my ass as he lunged deep into me. He grabbed my knees and pushed them up towards my chest, getting as close to me as possible. I was pulling on my nipples, pulling them out and towards him. I felt the contractions starting, knowing that I was about to cum and told him how close I was. I reached for his arms, tightening my fingers around his forearms. He pulled himself back as far as possible with out pulling completely out of me and then thrust deeply back inside of me. My orgasm began just as his body stiffened and he tightened his hold on me. I could see the tension release from his face and feel the sudden unmistakable warmth coming from the end of his cock as he spewed his cum into me.

The sounds of our climax was like a harmonious melody as my high pitched cries mingled with his heavy grunts and moans. Once our bodies began to relax, he lowered himself down on top of me, staying inside of me. Our lips met and we held each other until our breathing returned to normal. The thoughts that were going through my head were many, but foremost was to me was having this kind of marvelous feeling of intimacy and closeness with my boss that I never had with anyone before, not even my ex husband. Although it was a silly thought, I believed I had just fallen in love with him. He moved to lie beside me; my head was on his chest, one leg across his thigh, feeling the warmth from each other's bodies. Just reveling in the pleasure we'd both experienced and dreaming about what we were going to do next.

Well, we rested and made love again, and again, showered together and went back to bed and made love again, and again, and again, never leaving that room until the following afternoon. We have had over a dozen secret rendezvous since then and I know now that what I thought was love is really lust. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish the difference between the two.

Anyways, up to the last time we came together, I was watching him sitting at his desk in his office. As I approached him, he turned his chair to get up, but I leaned over to kiss him before he could get to his feet, pushing him back down. I moved to the back of his chair, leaned forward pressing my full breasts against the back of his neck and put my arms over his shoulders and my hands on his chest. This was the first time I ever approached him like this in his office. We usually took our private business to a hotel room.

I lowered my head to his ear and whispered, "I've been thinking about you all morning and I really need to have you, to feel you against me, to feel you inside of me. I want fuck your brains out, here and now!"

I felt his body tense as my words registered in his mind. He spun his chair around and stood up, put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. Our lips met and the kiss was immediately passionate and full of desire. My fingers went directly to his belt and I undid the buckle, the fastener on the waistband of his pants, then lowered the zipper. His cock was already semi hard and I hadn't even touched him yet. I lowered his pants and his shorts, releasing him from the confines of his clothes. I crooned, "Ah...I love to look at you, to watch you grow and get hard in my hand."

I gently pushed him back into the chair and kneeled in front of him. My hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him. His erection was becoming harder and harder by the second. I could feel him swelling under my touch. I bowed my head down and slowly and lightly ran my tongue over the head of his fully erect rod. I opened my lips and covered the entire head of his cock, sucking him into my hungry mouth. He felt my lips moving down his shaft. My tongue was swirling around and around and I could feel the soft head pressing against the roof of my mouth. I looked up towards his face. His head was resting against the back of the chair, his eyes were closed at that moment but when I applied a little stronger suction and lightly grazed my teeth along his shaft, I heard him gasp as his hips raised up off the chair. He opened his eyes and looked down at me and watched me make love to his beautiful cock.

On his desk there was an almost full cup of coffee; I could see the steam coming from it. He must have poured it just before I walked in. I moved my head backwards, taking my mouth away from his cock, but I continued to stroke him. A small wicked smile formed on my lips and I reached for his coffee. I took a small sip, then a larger one, holding the hot liquid in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it. His eyes widened in anticipation. Immediately I put my mouth back over his cock while watching the smile on his face and heard his deep groan. His hand came to the side of my head when my fingers reached under his balls to lightly scratch the sensitive area between his anal opening and his balls. I could feel the wetness between my legs; I was as excited as he was.

I stood up, looked deep into his eyes. I took a small step backwards and gave him my best sexy, seductive smile. I had wanted to go to him braless, but my tits are too big for me to go out without a bra. I'd chosen a soft, lightweight blouse and a lacy push-up bra that barely covered my nipples. I pulled the bottom of my shirt from the waistband of my skirt and undid the bottom few buttons. His eyes were glued to my upper body.

Next I undid the top button, which exposed my cleavage and the swell of my breasts over the top of my bra. I teased him a little bit by hesitating to undo the last button that was holding the blouse together between my tits. I finally unfastened the final button and pulled my blouse back over my shoulders.

His eyes lit up when he saw the intricate lace barely covering my very erect nipples. The top halves of my areolas were visible and very bumpy from my obvious excitement. I undid the front clasp of my bra and pulled it open exposing my tits to him. His eyes where focused directly on my tits as I put a finger from each hand into my mouth making them wet with my saliva. My nipples were already erect, but touching them with my wet fingers made them jut out even more. He reached out one of his hands to replace mine and he placed his other hand on the back of my thigh jerking me towards him. I bent over from my waist to kiss him and felt his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Our lips were joined when his hand reached the top of my leg and I felt him smile when he realized I wasn't wearing panties.

With his one hand kneading my ass, the fingers of his other hand pulling on the nipples of my dangling tits and his lips and tongue at my mouth, I was on fire, aching to have him inside of me. I stood up, turned my back to him, pulled my skirt up and made an exaggerated lean forward as I straddled his thighs. His large hands squeezed the cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart. He leaned forward and licked through the crack, pausing to swirl it around a little bit over my rosebud. His arms reached around my hips and his fingers parted my swollen pussy lips and gently touched my clit. He noticed the tremor that went through my body.

Pulling me downwards, he guided his cock to the opening of my pussy. I started to lower myself down onto him; the head entered without resistance. I attempted to tease him by moving downwards slowly, but he placed his hands on my hips and in one firm thrust, he was inside me all the way. I began bouncing up and down in a rhythmic motion on his long, thick cock. I had to reach out for support from his desk when he reached around me and began squeezing my tits and rubbing my clit. The leverage from the desk allowed me to thrust harder and faster. My unattended breast was bouncing up and down with each movement. The pressure from his lips and fingers was increasing and I knew he was concentrating hard not to cum until I was ready.

I heard myself moaning and repeatedly saying "Oh Yes! Oh Yeah!" From behind, I heard his sexy voice telling me, "C'mon Sweetheart, cum for me!"

A few more thrusts and he knew I was about to cum. His hands moved to my hips, helping to control my movements and I felt his fingers tighten.

"NOW! Baby, Now!" I cried

He lifted his hips right up off the chair, lifting me with him when we both climaxed. The muscles inside my pussy contracted around his cock as he jerked his hips upwards with every squirt of his cum. I fell back against his chest and let my body relax. When I started to feel his cum running out of me, I reached up to caress his cheek, turned my head and kissed him.

We sat like that for several minutes, enjoying the closeness of each other and recovering from what we had just shared. When I felt his cock begin to slide out of me, I stood up and straighten my clothes while he got dressed again. Just as we both finished getting presentable, his next client arrived in the outer office.

I kissed him, smiled and said that I would show his client into his office. He smiled back and told me that I was being a very bad girl that morning. With the way things are going between us, this won't be the last time I become a bad girl for my boss....