Boss lady-1

Her nonchalance angered me further. She still had her back to me as her eyes moved over the scenery. I took in her tall frame, her no-nonsense short haircut. I tried not to feel the hunger I normally felt when I was checking her out, but there it was. God, she was hot. She was of a slight, elegant build from her small waist up. On the downside, that waist gave way to gorgeously rounded hips and ass. Watching it all shift and move when she walked was one of the great pleasures of any work day. But for now, it infuriated me that I could not put my lust aside. Here I was being screwed by this ballcutter, and inside I was drooling.

“Looks like storm clouds on the way.” she noted casually. “So, look,” she said, turning towards me and leaning against the sill, “I’ll forget your impudence this time. If it happens again, I’m going to have a sit-down with the big guy. I don’t think he’d approve. You need to learn to take some knocks without taking it personally. I mean, you’ll last longer. What do you say?”