My Boss Caught Me Hard And Decided To Have Fun With It [MF]

It still messes with my head that I work under Marielle. The Marielle from school. Back then, she was the definition of untouchable. Smart, stunning, mature beyond her years. She didn't just have top grades. She was the student council president, always speaking at assemblies, organizing events, walking the halls with confidence. She had presence.

We never had the same classes. I was invisible by comparison. But I watched her. A lot. Her dark hair, perfect posture, the way her jeans hugged her figure on casual Fridays. She had this effortless authority that made her even more irresistible.

I never spoke to her back then. But I definitely fantasized.

Fast-forward to now: I'm a junior associate in brand management at a firm and she's my team lead. Still the same Marielle. Sharp, sexy, commanding. But now she wears fitted blouses, high-waisted skirts, heels that announce her arrival before she enters the room. She has this air of control that makes you straighten your back when she passes.

I caught myself staring more than once. Her hips when she walked. The way she'd bend slightly over someone's desk. Her laugh, her perfume, her voice.

One day, she caught me.

I was watching her from across the open office. Just a second too long and she turned and locked eyes with me. Her gaze didn't break. She tilted her head just slightly, like she was reading something in me. Then she looked away with a smirk.

A few days later, she pinged me:
"Come to my office at 5:15. Quick sync on the XY pitch."

I showed up on time, heart pounding, still trying to play it cool. She was seated behind her desk, typing something, not even looking at me.

"Close the door," she said without glancing up.

We talked business. At least, she did. I tried to follow her words, but all I could focus on was how she looked: sleeves rolled up, hair pinned, lips painted the softest shade of red. She leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. Her blouse pulled tight across her chest, and my body reacted before I could stop it.

I got hard.

Ridiculously, obviously hard.

I shifted, trying to angle away. But she noticed. I saw her eyes flick down for a second. Then back up. She paused mid-sentence.

A sly smile crept across her lips.

"Well," she said, standing from her chair and walking toward me, "looks like you're enjoying this meeting."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

She stood close. So close I could smell her perfume. Her eyes flicked down again.

"You're obviously... excited," she said, her voice low. "Do I make you nervous? Or is it something else?"

I swallowed hard.

Her hand reached out, casually, deliberately, brushing against the front of my pants. Just a graze. Just enough.

My breath caught. My hips tensed. It was too much—and I couldn't stop it. My body jerked forward slightly as the orgasm ripped through me.

Her eyes lit up in surprise. Then she laughed. Quiet, wicked, amused.

"Oh wow," she said softly. "You just came."

I stared at her, red-faced, frozen.

She didn't step back. She leaned in, brushing a hand across my chest like she owned me.

"I wasn't even trying," she whispered in my ear.

Then she stepped away, walking back behind her desk, cool as ever. She picked up a pen and jotted something on a notepad. Glanced up at me one last time.

"I think I'll keep an eye on you from now on," she said. "You're... interesting. I might use you"

Then, like nothing happened: "You're dismissed."

Editors note: I didn't use any real names. I changed her name to "Marielle".

This was a part 1 story. I might follow up with more.