"I'll need you to come in early tomorrow, Aileen. With Christmas approaching I'll need extra help getting the new inventory priced and on display. Can you come in around 8:00?"
"Sure. That shouldn't be a problem. I'll see you then. Goodnight."
Just hearing her voice on the phone causes me to breathe faster. I have enough difficulty keeping my thoughts on my work all day long, but now, here at home as I hang up the phone, my every thought is of Kate. I know I shouldn't think of my boss that way, but everything about her is amazing. As my thoughts wander to images of her walking around the office and leaning over the showcase, my hands start to wander along my body.
As my left hand reaches my breasts, I imagine it's Kate's hand with those lovely, long fingers - the perfect hands for a jewelry store manager (what better hands to display rings?). As I begin to play with my nipples (pulling, pinching, twisting ... anything to get them reaching ever skyward), I squeeze my breasts together. Anything to make my almost-C cups look more like her DDD cups. What I wouldn't give to put my face in her cleavage. I must say that I feel jealous of her pendants. An inanimate object getting to spend an entire day so close to heaven ... and they don't have any way to know how lucky they are.
My right hand has now reached my clit, and I begin to lightly rub it in circular motions. (Clockwise motions because Kate says to always go clockwise. I think she was only talking about clocks and watches, but she's so deep in my thoughts that I apply her teachings to everything. Especially when masturbating to thoughts of her.) I'm careful not to use too much pressure, and really don't even expose my clit yet. All in due time. As I begin to pick up the tempo and the pressure, I'm imagining her polishing a ring, holding it delicately in the polishing cloth, gently caressing it in the same circular motion I'm now using. The more these images of her pop into my head, the faster my breathing becomes, and the wetter I become.
My left hand, no longer satisfied with my smallish-breasts, is now slowly entering my wet, slightly-parted vagina: first one finger, then two. Those two fingers are lightly massaging my G-spot. Ahh, if only they were Kate's fingers doing the massaging. I quiver at the thought. I'm getting so excited, and things are only just beginning.
My clit is now fully engorged and throbbing with each heartbeat. By this time my clit is so sensitive that I need all the lubrication I can get. I slide my left hand up to it, bringing all those vaginal juices to my clit. After it is lubricated enough, I resume massaging my G-spot, but this time I have three fingers in me. My right hand is feverishly rubbing my clit, making three to four revolutions around my clit for each thrust of my left hand. My breathing has now turned more to gasps and grunts instead of breaths.
I realize that Kate's name is now on my lips. How I wish it were Kate's lips on my lips and not just me moaning her name. Her full lips. Those luscious lips. They look so soft. I've recently noticed that just as she is ready to close a sale (especially a large diamond sale) she lightly licks her lips. That long tongue. Mmmm. What plans I have for that tongue. I imagine that tongue lapping up my juices, just like a cat lapping up milk. That tongue, tasting me, slipping in and out of my vagina. It looks long enough to easily reach my G-spot. Her tongue on my G-spot, her fingers polishing my clit. The image of that sends my mind reeling. I'm screaming out her name as I'm cumming, juices exploding out of me with each contraction. But I can't stop there; there's so much more I want her to do to me.
I lighten the touch on my clit, giving it a chance to recover, but I still continue the circling. However, I don't let up with my left hand. I now have my entire hand inside, my legs closed tightly around my wrist and arm. I want it tight so that I can feel every movement.
I stop stroking my clit to play with my breasts again. My nipples are so taut and sensitive. Even my breath against my nipples sends my heart racing. I imagine Kate's sweet breath on my neck, on my breasts, everywhere. I imagine her tongue circling first one nipple, then the other, while her fingernails are lightly scratching at my sides and stomach.
With these thoughts of Kate I'm quickly ready to cum again. I reach into my bedside table and pull out my dildo. I slowly slip it inside of me and gradually pick up the pace. I picture Kate, wearing a strap-on, on top of me screaming my name as she thrusts with increasing intensity. I'm now crying out Kate's name repeatedly as I cum. That has to be one of the best orgasms I've ever had, and there wasn't even anyone with me. Not physically, at least.
As I slowly drift off to sleep (still laying in the wet-spot as I'm too spent to clean up), thoughts of Kate run through my mind.
When the alarm goes off in the morning, I smile at the memories of the great pleasure I had the night before. Then it dawns on me: How will I be able to look at Kate as just my boss again. After all, she was totally responsible for the best night I'd had in a long time.
I drive around the block twice before pulling into the parking lot at the store. The only car there so far is Kate's and as it's now 7:58, it looks like I'll have to go in before the others arrive. After checking my make-up in the mirror, giving myself a pep-talk the whole time, I slowly walk up to the door. As I unlock and open the door, I hear soft music playing. Much better than that awful Christmas music that's been on the radio all morning. I close the door and make my way to the back-room.
"Did the door lock behind you?" Kate calls from her office.
Ahhh, the voice of my dreams. "Yes. I checked it. Looks like the happy hour ran a little late for the others, last night. I hope they get here soon. We've got a lot of work to get done." (Can Kate hear the anxiousness in my voice?)
"Aileen, can you come in here for a moment?"
(Does she know what I did last night? Can she hear it in my voice?)
I walk into Kate's office to find her standing there: naked.