0 comments/ 24017 views/ 6 favorites Stronger Than Anything By: itastorywriter [This is the female counterpart of my story "Better than anyone else" (http://www.literotica.com/s/better-than-anyone-else)] ***** It was the starting day of a new career for me, a new job. Three interviews before, I would have never thought it was the job for me: director's secretary? I used to be in the sales force, I used to sell goods, to manage people. But everything changed when I got pregnant of my first child. It happens often: you leave your job to raise your children but when they grow up you realize there is a huge hole to fill in your life. I would have never taken this job if they hadn't promised me there were good opportunities for a fast career. I just couldn't stand being home idle anymore. That day, I knocked at the door of your office with anticipation. I had never met you, I didn't know who you were, but we would have had to work together from that moment on. I opened the door, and there you were sitting on the other side of your desk on a massive black chair. I lowered my sight as I walked inside the office, not before having gotten a good glimpse of you. I secretly hoped you'd like me: I knew how to use my beauty on men, in the right way. You seemed an interesting man at the time: smiling as you introduced yourself to me, with a warm smile that denoted your positivity. And I like positive people; I need positive people around me. From the very first moment I knew we'd get along well. We worked a lot, we managed to get closer at least when it came to business matters. Sometimes, in those evenings where we were in the office working until late, alone, I could feel a little tension between us; as if our "relationship" was stuck at a level not suitable to us. But you are my boss, and I'm your secretary... we couldn't be anything more. And now, after just a couple of months, I have been promoted to be your personal assistant. That means I'll travel with you often, and I'll begin getting my hands dirty on sales and marketing. I like men who keep promises. Tomorrow we are going to leave for our first trip. Everything is ready; everything will go according to my plans. Right? *** It's late. I lost track of time while giving the final touches to my suitcase and I'm running through the train station hoping it'll not leave in time. But I manage to get on the train just a minute before its departure. While I look for my seat I hope I didn't sweat too much. For our first business trip I tried to dress as I know you like: short skirt and a shirt unbuttoned as much as it's needed for you to get glimpses of my breast. I saw you looking at it already so many times, and there's nothing bad about it. You've always been really polite and discreet... never invasive with your looks. I know you are a good man, the kind of man I don't feel scared of being alone with. "Hi. Sorry for being late." I feel your eyes on me, staring at my naked legs as I try to lift my luggage; and then your strong arms lifting it up for me. My boss is a gentleman, I know it. And you deserve to be rewarded somewhat, for your delicacy. That's why I act so natural around you, that's why I show you my skin when we are alone... a little more than normal. I often wonder if you think of me. Yes, in that way, in a sexual way: do you? I mean, I clearly see you like me but... have you ever touched yourself thinking of me? I don't think I'll ever dare to ask, but I'm a curious girl and I really would like to know. I don't know if you have a girlfriend, a partner. I never asked. But I hope you enjoy too those little moments when we are alone in the office, when I slightly bruise "by chance" my arm against yours, when my pen falls down and I have to bend to get it, giving you a sweet view of my legs, my heels. Do you? I never noticed if you get hard for me. That would be bad... or good? I sit on the seat on your left. No one can see us here, and as the train leaves the station and enters the night darkness I feign to fall asleep, and let my head slide on your side. I think you should feel my scent now: my hair, my perfume. And if you look down, I'm sure you have a great view of my cleavage. You're a healthy man, I'm sure you'll enjoy the view. My arm is lying against yours, and my breast pushing on your skin. That's exciting; I love to play with you like this... I love to feel this tension growing up inside me. I feel a known tingle between my legs, I have to calm down. From my position, you can't see my eyes, covered as they are by my hair. I don't move; I'm sure you think I'm sleeping. And I'm looking at your crotch... I would like to see what you got inside your trousers; I'd like to feel your smell, your taste. No chance; I'll just enjoy the view, and your presence so close to me. Then, your next move takes me by surprise: your hand goes down and I watch while your fingers slide inside your trousers. Only now I notice the huge bulge on your crotch... I definitely turned you on. But isn't it too much? I can't move now, I can't let you know I'm awake; and so I just keep on looking. In the darkness, I see only the glittering tip of your cock, and your fingers sliding up and down on it, teasing it. I'm sure you are like this for me, and that makes me so excited but... this is beyond any acceptable limit. I should stop you, I should get angry, but I can't: the wetness I feel between my legs betrays my real feelings. I'm horny, and the smell of your sex just a couple of inches away drives me crazy. I feel the urge to push my head down and take it all inside my mouth. Lick it and suck it until you'll cum inside me, and clean it patiently afterwards, cuddling I with my fingers and tongue. But that's only a silly dream. I just stare at your crotch as you move your hand faster up and down, covered by your trousers and by the darkness, and I enjoy your slight moans when you finally explode. I can feel your strong smell, and when you take out your hand, completely covered by your cum, I feel the urge to scold you, because you're wasting it on a tissue. And I feel frustrated, because I melted on my panties and I'd need relief too. I wait for a while before lifting my head and saying politely that I'm sorry. But I'm not. *** "Are you kidding me?" I know the hostess is only doing her job, but it's my first trip as an assistant, I can't make a bad impression on my boss. He's watching me, and he knows something is wrong. I'm agitated; I'm angry at this person on the other side of the reception desk and angry to myself, even if I have no reason to be. I have to tell him. "I'm sorry Chris; there seem to be a problem..." I tell you how the hostess said they had to change our reservation for two single rooms: due to the fair they are fully-booked and they got directions from the owner to make it as to fit the most people they could. That's why we are getting a double room, together. "...and I couldn't do anything, she says she sent an email but I never got it, I swear!" I'm still angry. I rarely lose my composure but right now I can't think straight. Could it be because I'm still so turned on by you, and I had no chance to relieve myself yet? I really hope you'll not misunderstand. I really hope you'll not think I set everything up to sleep with you, because I don't want to. Surely, I couldn't, we should not... "Don't worry Kate. It happens sometimes, when they overbook: we'll write a complaint letter later... as for now, we either sleep in the hall or in our room. What you prefer?" As if I would answer such a tricky question. Of course we're going to sleep in our room; we have an important day tomorrow, a hard one. We could never withstand it without a full night of sleep. I take my luggage and walk to the elevator. I don't feel like talking: too many different and antithetical thoughts runs through my head; I still have that sense of uneasiness in my stomach... it usually takes some time before I calm down, if I'm angry. At least I know what it is. When I feel my arm relieved of the weight of my luggage - the known slight touch of your hands on mine - I already feel better. It's the normal "me" I see in the mirror of the elevator, in front of us. A natural smile, and I hope you'll notice it. You open our room, turn on the lights and let me choose which side of the bed I prefer. "The" bed, of course, because it's a double one. As if we were a couple. As if I was the one girl entitled to taste that hardness I noticed between your legs, the one woman able to satisfy your needs... I got to clear my head; that experience in the train definitely upset me, both in a nice and bad way. What to do now? We are alone in a hotel room. This is crazy. And strangely, I can still feel my panties wet. I take my time with my luggage. It's the only way I have to postpone the moment I'll have to tell you I have nothing but a black satin camisole as night dress. It's sexy too... you can see my legs, the top of my breast, the outline of my ass. I'm sure you'll get turned on by it when you'll see me. But how can I tell you? I go to the bathroom, clean off the makeup and relax a little. After a while, I wear the camisole and come back to our room. "Don't laugh." It's the only thing I manage to say. Childish, I think, as soon as I hear my own words. "I'm used to sleep like this: I can't really sleep well otherwise. I'm sorry, is it a problem?" I have to say, your expression says it all: you'll never laugh at me. You stare at my body from head to toe, before saying something that makes me feel at ease. "Actually, I feel relieved. I was trying to find a way to tell you I don't have pyjama with me... I usually sleep naked. But don't worry; I'll not sleep naked of course... I guess wearing my underwear is wise choice, isn't it?" I watch as you undress. You have a nice body, a firm ass and a manly back. You are sexy, to me at least. I slide under the sheets when you go to the bathroom. I face the opposite wall and when you come back I can easily pretend to be asleep. I still don't want to speak with you. And I still feel horny: my hand is firmly gripped by my thighs; my fingers absent-mindedly rub my wet lips and my still sensitive clit, so needy now. I hope you'll take your time in the bathroom, giving me the time I need to relieve myself. But you are already back and so I have to stop moving. "Good night, Kate" I can't answer if I'm sleeping, right? I feel your body close to mine, I sense your uneasiness. I must have aroused you, and I'm happy about it of course. But I'm your assistant and you are my boss, I can't do anything about it... it would be so bad, so bad of me. But your movements are so revealing right now... they scream about what you are doing. You are touching yourself, again, for me. I love it... I love to be the centre of your desire. And my body moves by itself, as if possessed by a demon. I turn around and without speaking I just pose my hand on your naked stomach. You don't move anymore, you are scared of course, but I know how to set the mood. I slide my hand down; I graze the wet tip of your sex and rub your shaft. I'm amazed how hard it is, for me. I stop with my palm on your balls... my hand cupping them, cuddling them, warming them up as your breath gets heavier. "You really think I didn't see you on the train?" I just have to let you know. I just have to explain, somewhat, what led us to this... I want you to know that it's your fault. This way I'll feel better about it, later, I'm sure. I squeeze your balls harder. It "is" your fault, do you feel it? "You really think you can make me so horny and then get away without finishing what you started?" I'm lying on your side, inches away from your face. I lick your earlobe, kiss it and suck it with all my passion while I rub your shaft with my hand, up and down, faster, stronger. I turn around over you, kiss you like I'm going to eat you, kiss you to feel yours, at least for this brief moment. I slide the border of my camisole under my breast and push them in your mouth. I want you to suck my nipples, to bit them, to squeeze my tits you long for. I push my hips lower. I see your surprise, when you feel the wetness of my naked pussy touching you, when you feel my lips engulfing your shaft and my cervix kissing your tip. Yes, I have no panties, I want you. You are completely inside me and I'm already moving up and down on you. I'm pure passion. I just want you to cum in me, please, soon; I just need to feel your warmth and your desire, to fulfill your needs as I fulfill mine ones. I can't recall being so excited, so wet, so ready. I empty my mind and wait for my orgasm to explode. I close my eyes, hold my breath riding you for the last thrusts, and my orgasm come, strong as I expected, strong as I needed. I moan, pushing my sex against yours, and I feel your spasms: a flow of hot cum filling my womb as you thrust yourself harder inside me. I fall exhausted on you; my head on your shoulder, as I take my breath. You really are a great lover... or simply, we were made for this moment, we were made one for the other. "Has anything changed?" You ask. But I don't want to answer; I don't want to ruin everything: let me sleep tonight, as a loved woman. I just roll on my side of the bed, and wish you goodnight. "Let's sleep: tomorrow will be a hard day."