Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 22:56:52 EDT
From: Archdyke@aol.com
Subject: Boss

   It was late. I had just finished work and was leaving the building when
Pat called out to me. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was
as tired as me. Never knew how hard collections could be till you worked a
double shift for this sleaze bag company. I was getting ready to quit any day
just because I had different work ethics that the entire staff of the
company. Pat, however, had asked me to stay at least until they hired a few
more collection clerks. Since I liked her some, I told her I would, but that
she had better hurry up and hire some people.
  It was a bad job. All day long I hounded people on the telephone who were
delinquent in their in house accts. I didn't feel good about this job, never
felt good about the job and therefore was making a conscious effort to secure
other employment. But when they had me working doubles, it left little time
for me to go out and pound the pavement.

  "Hey Cary, wait up. I will walk out with ya. Want to get a drink?", Pat
asked as I rounded the corner by the time clock. I turned to look at her. Her
business suit was somewhat askew, her shirt hanging out of her skirt on one
side and her jacket was buttoned wrong. Her long blond hair that she usually
kept tied back hung down in strands somewhat messily. Even in her disheveled
appearance, she was cute and she possessed a quality about her that made you
think once or twice about the things that might make her squeal.
  "Uh, I don't know. Im fairly beat. Was just going to go home," I answered
and looked at her as she started to pout. That got me everytime. I was always
a sucker for a pretty womyn pouting and they all must have known that trick,
"O., OK. One drink. Where do you want to go?"
  "What's the name of that club where you and Mike went last Friday?"
I smiled and laughed a small tender teehee and told her it was the local gay
bar. She too smiled and said OK, she would like to go.

  We took two cars with her following me. She pulled in next to me in a
parking slot. When she got out of the car, I noticed that she had let her
hair down and she looked so beautiful the way it crowned her face. I came
around and closed her door for her and then held the door to the club open
for her. She remarked something about me being gallant. I laughed and showed
her to the bar.

We ordered a couple of Cosmos and took a table near the large screen in the
back of the room. I watched her as she looked around the place. I apologized
for the obvious lack of decor and she just smiled and said she was grateful
to be anywhere out of work and then she added, "Especially with you."

  Well, you know that must be the other trick womyn have, paying me a
compliment like that, because as soon as the worked left her lips, I started
to melt. Next thing I knew her fingers were fumbling with the buttons on my
shirt. I watched her as she looked intently into my eyes and then I felt as
her fingers slid in between the buttons and lightly grazed my breasts.
 I started to smile when she told me I had the most beautiful smile. I was
beaming then. All it took. I leaned in closer and our lips met for the first
time. She tasted sweet. Her lipstick rubbing off on my mouth. Her fingers
sliding up and down under my bra, sometimes lightly grazing my pierced nipple.
I felt moisture between my legs and wondered for a fleeting second what she
was feeling. I kissed her again, this time my tongue flying into her mouth.
She opened her legs and straddled the chair on which I sat. My own hands flew
around her pulling her closer to me.
I was oblivious to other patrons in the bar. It was as if no one else
mattered. My mouth upon hers. My tongue wrestling with hers. My fingers
unbuttoning her blouse, reaching inside, fondling the soft silkiness of her
flesh. The sensations that raced through me left me parched and hungry for
more of her. Rhapsodies that wafted and then played over and over again in my
head filled me with a longing I hadn't tasted in years.
  Her long slender fingers tweaked the budding nub of my hardened nipple.
Then she pinched me tighter. It sort of brought me up. I pulled from her. She
looked at me quizzically.
I put my forefinger to her lips to hush her and said, "Baby, what are we
doing here? This is crazy."
  "Cary, its not crazy when you feel like I do about you. From the first day
I saw you...when you came walking, or I should say strutting into the office
to apply for the position, I said to myself...mmmm yea!"
I laughed. That made me smile. Pat always had some wolfish remark to make
about the young studlys in the office, so her statement wasn't totally off
the wall, however, I was far from studly.
At 45 and a well pronounced 'gut,' from years of living right, more silver
hair than brown, bifocals and the usual over 40 lethargy, I was somewhat
taken aback by her statement.
  "I'm serious. You have a quality about you that stands out and makes people
take notice. All of the people in my office looked at you. The dykes that
work there all cruised you. You were wearing those below the knee black
shorts and a black shirt, that blue face watch...your tats look great and
just the way...," and she hesitated before adding, "you carried yourself made
me want to watch more." Then she let her tongue glide across her lips and
leaned in close to me again and kissed me harder this time.
Talk about a fat head. I was beaming for sure now. I motioned to the barkeep
to pour us a couple of more drinks. When I stood up to get them, I noticed
that Kate Boucheron had just arrived. When she saw me she nodded and headed
in my direction. I met her mid way on the dance floor that separated the
sitting areas of the lounge.
"Hey Kate, what's up? Long time no see. I heard you went out and did that
Farallon run. What was your time?"
"Hey Cary", Kate said as she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer
for a hug and a kiss. "Yea, I did it with a skeleton crew, not one fucking
person I knew. Everyone was out of town for that weekend. They had that
Nautique Cup up Pt Arena and I needed a few. Took some kids from the local
sailing charter. They did OK, time wasn't that great, but I did manage to
beat Hale."
"Hey Kate, beating Hale is worth every second! May I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, who's the honey?"
"Believe it or not, she is my boss. Nice looking huh?"
"Yea, she is. I didn't know you went in for the skirt type, or is this a new
phase?", Kate asked with a sly grin on her face.
I glanced back at Pat who was eyeballing us. I grabbed Kate's arm and made my
way to the bar pulling her with me. "Kate, don't divulge any of my well
guarded secrets, OK. This is a nice womyn. I don't want to scare her," I said
laughing and snorting.
"No prob. Let me get the drinks, I will meet you over there."

  "Who's that Cary, she is a striking woman?", Pat said giving Kate the once
over.
"A very dear sailing friend of mine. Her name is Kate. Tell me, do you fancy
her as well?", I asked. For a fleeting second a pang of jealousy arose in me.
Now that was a strange feeling. But it was like I had her attentions. She
just had been telling me how much she noticed me when she first saw me and
now she was cruising a buddy of mine.

  "Pat, this is Kate Boucheron, Kate, meet Pat my boss."
Kate very gallantly kissed Pats hand when she extended it to shake. I could
tell that little gesture had gotten to Pat and wished that I had had the
presence of mind to do that when we had met. O well, dyke lessons.
  The three of us sat there for a little over an hour with Kate and I telling
wild sailing stories and adventures that we had shared as life long buddies
since we were 9 years old. Of all the friends I had in my life, Kate was the
longest and strongest. She and I had been through the gamut of high
adventures and troubles and still managed to remain very close throughout the
years.
Pats fingers were tracing circles on my bare knees, sometimes dipping down
along my inner thigh. I knew that Kate had sensed the sexual tension in the
small area where we sat. In some ways I kept hoping she would leave us alone,
but when I realized that that wasn't going to happen, I decided to try for a
menage et trois. It had been years since I had been sport to such fun, but
with the hungry look in Pats eyes, I knew she would be game for such a
venture.
I stood up and headed for the juke box. In the old days that always meant for
Kate to follow me. She picked up on it right away. I saw as she excused
herself and came to where I was.
"So what's up. I can see she wants you, should I just take off?"
"Kate, I think we have a live wire. Me thinks she wants to play with both of
us"
Kate looked at me and then at Pat and said, "Well, if she doesn't, you have
fucked yourself"
We both laughed and wondered how to go about asking Pat whether or not she
wanted to have two cowgirls in the saddle. We always used the western
euphemism when referring to tricks. It was crass in some ways, yet no one but
Kate and I knew the ultimate game.
Pat had risen from the chair and was making her way over to us. She came
right up to me and kissed me firmly on my lips and excused herself to the
women's lounge.
"Cary, I don't think she wants both. In fact, I know she wants only one. Go
for it. I would. When she comes out, Im just gonna bow out gracefully here."
"Are you sure? I don't know Kate, she was flirting big time and she did
mention something about you in the beginning."
Just then Pat came out of the bathroom. Again she made her way right up to me
and kissed me rather seductively on my mouth. Kate told her she was taking
off and that it had been very nice meeting her. She never even gave Kate a
second glance, when she said, "Yes, was nice to have met you too. Take care."
I gave Kate a kiss and a hug and told her I would see her at the MegaY party
next week if I could get the time off work. She told me to be there no matter
what and I said OK and she was gone.
I turned to Pat and asked her what she wanted to do then, maybe shoot some
pool or dance or whatever?
 She went and grabbed her purse and jacket and took hold of my hand and said
to me, "Come on baby"
I paid the bartender and nodded goodnight and went out after Pat. She was
standing leaning up against her car with a sly looking grin on her face.
"Cary, come here," she said extending her outstretched arms to me. Two Cosmos
later and I think she was a bit loose. I was hoping that wasn't the reason
for her wanting me. I never went in for the drunk fucks. It wasn't my style.
Slowly I approached her, and when I was right there, with my legs in between
hers, she kissed me again on my mouth. This time it was tender and she
whispered something about wanting me to take her.
 "Pat, you want to leave your car here or do you want to follow me?"
"Anything you say baby," she said and then went and got into my Benz. So that
meant to leave her car there. I tried for a second to think of where to go
where she wouldn't be too far away from her own vehicle. The first place that
came to mind was the Goodnite Inn up on 101. I drove there and of course as
luck would have it, they had no vacancy. She laughed and said she was being a
good girl and patient, but that I should hurry as there were some pressing
things she needed to take care of. And when she accentuated the word
pressing, she pressed her fingers into the crease of my crotch. I quickly
turned the car around and headed for the Red Lion Inn across the highway.
They of course had a vacancy. I checked in under the name of Little Bed Hood.
The night clerk got a kick out of that.
 I parked and she and I walked arm in arm to the room on the second floor. I
stopped and got a bucket full of ice.
Once inside the room, she disappeared into the bathroom. I removed my shirt
and bra and stepped from my shorts. I was happy to see that I was still
retaining some color from my tan. I kept my panties on for the time being.
 She emerged from the bathroom, clad only in pantyhose and a bra. She was
small framed and lithe. Her skin was pale in comparison. Her dark eyes seemed
to pierce through me and she smiled and licked her lips and asked me for some
water.
I came to her and took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. Tilting her
head back, and then kissing her neck, letting small little nips grace the
outline of her beauty. I listened to the sounds that emanated from her. It
excited me. I feltl the swell of her breasts up against mine. The sudden way
her breath changed when I moved my lips down over her nipples, gliding
against the fabric of her bra. My hands then began to massage the softness of
her back.
She said, "Take me Cary, I need you to take me baby," and with that she
ripped off her bra from a front closure. I was pleasantly surprised when she
sprang to life once freed from the confines of the bra.
I bent and took a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue roll over the tip
of it. Then I moved to the other nipple doing the same. Fire burned deep
within me. I caught myself racing against a time that disnt exist. I slowed
down, letting myself get caught up in the fire of the desire that was
sweeping over both of us.
Sound poems came from her when I touched her. I grabbed both of her breasts
together and placed both nipples into my mouth, taking my time sucking them
into me.
She moaned, "OH Baby, no body does that this good!"
I ran my tongue down her belly to her navel and started pumping her
bellybutton, quickly till she moaned louder begging for me to go into her.
Still I remained cool, inching my way down, taking time to nuzzle the
silkiness of her flesh. When my chin rested in the dampness of her mons, I
pushed it further down letting her feel me. Suddenly her legs came up over my
shoulders, digging her heels into my back. I arched up just to feel more of
her and I heard her laughter ringing true. She was like honeysuckle the way
she dripped into me.
My tongue quickly flashed the growing height of her clit. She writhed under
me and still my tongue flew wide across the tip till I felt her push from her
own hood. Pat screamed my name begging me to take her. My brow was perspiring
and my body glowing from the intensity of this ardent session.
  Soon my fingers started to move, circling her inner thighs. She moved her
body so that her cunt seemed widely opened for me. Making small movements I
inched towards her entry and then quickly darted inside with 2 fingers. She
arched up against me and cried out again. I pushed inside further, pressing
the tips of my fingers on her cervix, then spreading my fingers out in a fan
shape. She begged for more. Still my tongue rode her clit tenderly, lavishing
each stroke with exquisite form. Inside of me waves began crescendoing,
staccato movements that held me and rocked me.
Inside of me the embers burned seared into me like molten lava. Her voice was
shaky and she kept wriggling about, but still taking more of me into her
smoldering depths.
I grabbed hold of her clit with my teeth and pressed down harder. It seemed
to drive her beyond the passionate point. Her head flailed from side to side
while her body thrashed about on the bed. Her knees up against my ears and
her pussy on fire as my fingers raged inside of her.
I felt as her hands came searching in the night, groping for something wet.
She told me she needed me, needed to feel my flame. While I kept inside of
her, I slowly moved my body around, giving her access to my treasure.
When her fingers touched me for the first time, I erupted sweet poison. It
poured from me onto the bed. I heard her laugh as her palm filled with my
elixir. I told her not to stop and felt as her fingers forged in and out of
my cunt. This inflamed me. My own fingers buried deep within her plunged over
and over in and out till she arched up sweet and rained. It filled my mouth,
my hand and the bed with sweet cum. I licked and sucked up as much as I could
and then we lay there together on the bed, her fingers still lodged inside of
me....maybe now was a good time to ask for that raise...

Copyright carol marie