Falling in love with my female boss

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I don't know how others define sexual attraction, or what situations make them particularly excited,

but I think contrast is a very special element, so the allure of uniforms has its origins.

What would it be like to sleep with an innocent student, a gentle nurse, or a strict teacher?

The above is a superfluous little preface, and it's also the logical deduction process I've been exploring since my ignorant childhood to figure out my preferred type of sex

. Until now, after entering the workforce, I've had the opportunity to put it into practice.

I work in a judicial unit (I can't go into too much detail).

The first thing I saw of my boss on my first day was a woman wearing frameless Gucci glasses,

without makeup, with shoulder-length hair, big eyes, wearing a fitted sweater, denim skirt, and boots,

about 160-163 cm tall, weighing around 53 kg ,

with a bust size of over D, and a faint white musky lotion scent... I'd say a mature woman, around 31 or 32 years old at the time.

She's the cool type of girl. Our first few interactions were very polite, but

after we got a little closer, I discovered she's actually quite sarcastic and knows how to tease someone

. Gradually, our daily interactions felt like a battle of wits, a competition to see who could perfectly outwit the other and leave them speechless.

I also learned indirectly that she has a boyfriend of four or five years, and they live together. Her

boyfriend is a designer, their relationship is stable, and they're even discussing marriage.

Her serious, boss-like demeanor, combined with the air of a lawyer, made me infatuated with her.

Every day, I'd go to her to discuss even the smallest work-related questions.

I don't know if she realized I was just trying to increase our interaction, but

she always answered my questions clearly and precisely, then looked at me with a half-smile and

asked, "Is there anything else?"

I don't know if I was deliberately trying to appear weak and shy, but I'd always pretend to stammer, and

she'd give me a victorious, superior look.

Later on, I would tentatively test her limits.

For example, sometimes I would ask for leave without telling her first, and the next day she would ask why I hadn't seen her.

I would raise an eyebrow and reply, "You miss me?"

As I expected, she would respond with a dismissive sneer.

In this way, our relationship continued to develop within a certain framework,

until one day she had to work a shift, and I didn't know how late it would end.

I was also working overtime in the office that day, and I was actually a little looking forward to it.

Usually, she would rush home after work,

and if I had a rare opportunity to spend time with her in the evening, it would feel more like "outside of work."

So, while typing listlessly, I kept an eye on her shift.

Finally, around 10:30 PM, after confirming that no more prisoners would be brought in,

I seized the opportunity to stroll around the courtyard she would inevitably pass through on her way out, creating a chance encounter.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?"

"Working overtime!"

"Bullshit, you don't need to work overtime with the workload I gave you!"

"...Oh right! I'm waiting for you to be on duty."

"Why are you waiting for me to be on duty?"

"I'm worried about your safety—I'm afraid you'll get attacked by prisoners!

" "If prisoners attack me, there will be bailiffs!"

"I missed you! Is that okay?"

"Tch..."

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Skewers, didn't you say you wanted skewers before? But where can you get skewers during the day?"

"Okay!"

She actually agreed! I couldn't believe it.

I've been clinging to this one-sided crush for so long, and I never thought I'd actually have the chance to be alone with her

so late at night.

She laughed when she saw my motorcycle. She said she hadn't ridden one in a long time, and

her movements were indeed a bit stiff and awkward as she straddled the back of my motorcycle. Her Coach bag separated us by her D-cup breasts.

Being her mature boss, I didn't dare to be presumptuous and rode at a snail's pace to the yakitori restaurant.

I asked her if she wanted a beer, but she initially refused, saying she had to drive home later.

This yakitori restaurant was mid-to-high price range, and they carried Ebisu beer, which is less common.

I ordered a bottle, poured myself a glass, took a big gulp, and let out an exaggerated "Haaaaaah!"

"It's so good! You really don't want to try some?"

"Aren't all beers the same?"

"No! Of course they're different! Just like bags, otherwise why would you spend extra money on a Coach bag?"

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Okay! Pour me a glass!"

I was secretly delighted. I hadn't expected to not only be alone with her so late, but we'd even be drinking together!

"How is it? Good, right?"

"It does seem a little different from Taiwan Beer."

"Like how your Coach bag is just a bit different from a regular tote bag except it has a lot of irregular Cs?"

This time, I not only got a glare, but I also got a light punch on the arm. So this is what it means to get a punch from a girl's fist.

I felt a little closer to her now.

Of course, it wasn't just one glass after another. We drank one glass of delicious Ebisu beer after another.

Her skin was already fair, and her face quickly turned bright red. Taking advantage of her tipsiness, I

asked her more personal questions. Her boyfriend was very honest, but he wasn't very romantic.

Also, her parents always felt that her boyfriend was just a junior designer and didn't match her social status,

so they couldn't get married for a long time.

Four bottles of Ebisu's drink were empty. She drank about one and a half, and I drank two and a half.

We sat side by side, our arms occasionally brushing against each other. She was slightly tipsy and grinning foolishly, seemingly in a good mood.

"Are you full?"

"Yes~"

"Are you going home?"

"I'm so tired! I don't want to go home today!"

"Then where are you going to stay?"

"I~ don't know!"
"Are you going to stay at my place? Can I sleep on the floor?"

"You want to be that pitiful?
Okay! Then I'll let you be pitiful for a bit!
I suppose you're not really interested in me, your older sister, right?"

"No, I'm very interested!"

"Tch..."

My courageous flirtatious attempt was thwarted by her disdainful snort.

However, this still couldn't hide my immense joy at having made so much progress today...

"Want a taxi? I'm afraid I'll fail the breathalyzer test if I ride my bike!"

"With me here, are you afraid of being stopped for a checkpoint inspection? If they dare to stop us, I'll show them my employee ID and say we're rushing to handle a case.
They probably won't dare take that responsibility, right?!"

"We both smell of alcohol. Saying we're rushing to handle a case is less convincing than saying we're rushing to handle a business~"

"Little brother, you're quick-witted. Don't just be good with your words!"

What did she mean by that? I couldn't think of a better response for a moment, so I silently started the car and drove off.

After she got drunk, she jumped into the car much more nimbly than before, and she clung to me more tightly.

"Let's go! Let's go visit your little brother's room!"

I thought to myself, if only she meant to visit my little brother.

The drive was smooth, without any checkpoint inspections, and we didn't have a chance to answer whether we were on a case or doing business. When we got back to my house,

she said as soon as she walked in, "I didn't expect you to be so clean. You looked around here and there."

"Do you want to take a shower?"

"No, I'm perfectly clean."

I deliberately ignored her slightly tipsy humor and answered calmly,

"Oh, then I'll go take a shower."

Actually, I was a little nervous. Would I be clean enough tonight? I wondered to myself.

After showering, I deliberately didn't dry my hair completely. I'd heard that guys are sexiest when their hair is 80% dry.

When I came out, I saw her relaxed on my bed, still wearing her outer clothes.

"Would you like to wear my clothes so it'll be easier to sleep later?"

"Can I wear your clothes?"

"I think so! You're so strong!"

I got punched again. This time, she was very relaxed at home. This kind of physical contact almost made me get an erection.

I picked out a T-shirt and shorts that fit her better for her to change into.

After she changed and came out, I was stunned. She really didn't need any sexy lingerie.

Seeing my dream boss, a delicate female boss, wearing my clothes, about to spend the night at my house,

felt very unreal.

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I made the bed, and deliberately made the floor where I was going to sleep very simple,

using a makeshift mattress, a doll as a pillow, and a bath towel as a blanket, all arranged neatly.

Time to play the gentleman.

"You can sleep now, you should rest! You worked so late today, you must be tired!"

"Mmm..."

She climbed into my bed, and I gentlemanly climbed into the makeshift blanket,

quietly waiting to fall asleep or wait for a miracle.

I think everyone can imagine, it was so quiet at this moment,

you could clearly hear each other's breathing.

She finally spoke,

"When you were eating skewers earlier, you said you were interested in me, was that true?"

"Yeah..."

"What kind of interest?"

Damn, why did she suddenly start like this? I wasn't prepared for my confession! I had no choice

but to muster up my courage and go for it!

"I've always liked you! I want to hold you really, really tight!"

"Then why are you still lying down there?"

I immediately sprang up from the bed, jumped out of the towel, and onto the bed,

but quickly slowed down my movements, gently embracing her.

"Is this tight enough?" she asked,

and I hugged her even tighter.

"Don't you think I'm much older than you?"

"No."

"Then do you want me?"

"Yes."

Almost simultaneously with my answer, her hand touched my penis.

"Oh~ my little brother's little brother is a bit hard!"

"Because you are the sexiest to me."

After a silence of about 3 seconds, I kissed her lips once, twice, three times.

She finally couldn't resist, and we continued to kiss passionately, sucking on each other's tongues.

She began to breathe slightly. I lifted her clothes and kissed her from her neck and collarbone down.

When I stopped at her chest, I first used the tip of my tongue to slowly circle around her areola, without touching her nipples.

Then, I suddenly licked her nipple, and her soft moans turned into concrete groans.

"Mmm... ahh..."

I continued my assault, and my hands pulled off her pants and underwear. When I touched her, she was already overflowing with fluid.

I gently teased her clitoris with my fingers,

and she responded with words,

"Ahh... so good, so good."

When I licked her navel and wanted to continue licking down,

"No way, I haven't showered, I'm so dirty!"

Thinking about how she's usually so proud and aloof, and now she's saying these things to me in a slightly coquettish way, it really feels like a dream.

"I showered, I'm not dirty, how are you going to reward me?"

"You little brother's quick-witted!"

She brought her mouth closer, carefully licking and sucking my penis.

"Do you want to wear a condom?"

"No need, I have a ready-made daddy anyway."

"You're so naughty. You're so good at licking..."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes."

I used the missionary position and smoothly slid into her body. If she weren't so wet, she would have been very tight.

At first, my foreskin was slightly pulled, but after a few piston-like movements, my entire penis was finally covered in her love juice.

The thrusting began to have a rhythm. At first, I slowly and regularly thrust into my dream mature female boss,

and she just let out a gentle moan.

"Mmm..."

"Do you want me to go deeper?"

"Yes... ahh..."

"You're so horny..."

"It's... because of you... ahhh... deeper... ahhh... so big.

" "Do you like it?"

"I... I like it..."

"Like what?"

"I love you...insert...insert...me...ahhhhhh!"

"Want me to go faster?"

"Yes...yes...ahhhhhhhh...so...comfortable...so big..."

I flipped her over and re-entered her from behind, as if hitting her most sensitive spot.

She moaned ecstatically in the most lewd words,

"Ohhhhhh...husband...you're so good..."

"What did you call me?"

"Honey...it's so big...so comfortable...ahhh!"

Watching my usually distant boss now passionately screaming in front of me with lewd words,

I felt sexually satisfied both physically and mentally. I quickly felt like I was about to ejaculate.

"Wife, I'm about to cum..."

"Honey...you...can't...don't...you can't cum..."

"Wife...you're so wet...I can't hold back anymore."

"I'm almost there...almost...almost...almost there..."

I felt her convulse, and pulled out, ejaculating on her buttocks.

Instantly, only our panting remained...

for a long time...

"Why did you pull out, you little coward!"

She regained her usual fierceness.

"I'll go get a towel to help you wipe yourself."

"Go quickly! It's so sticky! You just shot everywhere!"

After I quickly wiped us both clean, I hugged her naked body.

"I love you so much."

"I know."

Perhaps we were both tired, drunk, and satisfied, and we

fell into a deep sleep. The next day, although we went to work together, we deliberately entered the office one after the other.

Afterwards, we went back to bickering as usual,

and the ambiguity disappeared. We never did it again.

It was a tacit understanding, frozen in perfection.

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