I head into the single bathroom and lock the door.
Being in a bar reminds me of when I returned from Iraq, when mybud Mike and I would hit the bars together so he could pick up girls. Jay’sreally throwing them back, so I figure I’ll give him another ride. But thestiff erection in my pants assures me of the kind of ride I really want to givehim.
He’s hot. I can’t deny that, and now that the drinks haveloosened him up a bit, he’s easier to get along with.
We were just talking about stupid work crap, but as I startedlooking at his face—really looking at him, almost for the first time—his fiveo’clock shadow, his smooth baby flesh tainted by just a few tiny specks offreckles, his wide dark eyes glistening in the bar light, I found my dickgetting harder and harder. He’s got a good frame on him. I’ve seen him in asleeveless shirt when he works in the warehouse, his chest thick with muscle,his abs so defined I could see the definition creating grooves in his shirt.
His physique combined with the look he gave me back at thebar—one that suggested he’d be game to mess around—are why I’m horny as shit rightnow.
I head to the sink, run the water, and splash some across myface.
Just need to cool down. Need to wait for this fucking erectionto pass and then head back out there.
I didn’t think my jeans were particularly tight until thismoment. The Cialis I take to combat the libido issues I had when I firststarted taking my antidepressants makes it stone-fucking-hard when I getaroused. This is even worse than usual.
I open the door. Jay leans on the wall across from the bathroom,his arms folded. He has a smirk on his face as his gaze drifts down to myerection.
At this point, I don’t feel the need to hide it. It’s clear heisn’t any straighter than me, and I’m not ashamed of being turned on by a hotguy. “Is that a problem?” I ask.
He glances down at his pants. I follow his gaze to his ownlengthy bulge. Saliva fills my mouth.
He rushes forward and pushes me back into the bathroom, pressinghis lips up against mine. He skillfully closes the door with his foot andreaches back and locks it.
I shouldn’t want this…there are so many problems with doing thiswith an employee, but the kiss is so fucking intense that my body betrays mylogic. I grab the back of his head instinctively and pull him close to me.
His kiss is fire. Feels so fucking good. Before I know it, thesmall of my back slams against the sink. I feel the sting, but it won’tdistract me from this amazing sensation Jay’s stirred within me.
I don’t let anything bother me. I forget that I’m fucked up. Iforget that I’m his boss. I forget all those things I carry around with me on adaily basis and just keep on kissing him.
Relief. That’s what it feels like. Something I haven’t had in sofucking long.
Something I need so desperately today.
He slides his tongue between my lips, and I eagerly welcome it.He untucks my shirt and slides his hands up my belly, feeling his way across myabdomen.
It’s nice feeling someone appreciating my body. And I want to appreciatehis. I push him back against the adjacent wall and pull his shirt up over hishead, breaking our kiss just long enough to throw it behind me.
I want to be inside him. I want to fill him so that he can’tmaintain that scowl he always wears at work.
I kiss my way down to his torso, carefully maneuvering until I’mon my knees, licking as I slide my hands down his sides. When my face is at hiscrotch, I run my nose along the length. He smells so good. Like a man.
He unfastens his jeans and slides them down along with thebriefs he wears underneath. His cock springs forward. And now the pain in mineis even worse. I just need to rub one out.
I bury my face in his trimmed pubes, smelling and licking.Feeling his cock against the side of my face. I move my hands around, cuppinghis ass cheeks and squeezing.
I’m his fucking boss.
Finally a logical thought enters my mind along with a series ofothers that remind me just what a horrible idea this is.
“Fuck,” I groan as I pry my hands from his ass cheeks and pushthem against the wall. I get back onto my feet and hurry out the door. I needto get the fuck out of here.
“Where you going?” he asks.
The exit’s to the left just outside the bathroom. I push throughthe door and step onto the back porch of the bar. He follows me out as hetosses his shirt on, apparently having buttoned his jeans back up in thebathroom.
“I’m gonna go home,” I say.
“I’ll come with you. Like you said, I shouldn’t be driving rightnow anyway.”
