Erotic Story: Laura, my sexy difficult manager

Laura Kachi was my marketing manager at advertising agency where I was recently employed.

At 41, she was a few years older than I was but I couldn’t help but notice her when she walked through the office. She had long hair that was black. Her eyes were sexy almonds that sparkled when the light hit them just right.

She had the body of a much younger woman and that bubble ass of hers made me want to get to know her in spite of what she represented in the hierarchy of the company.

Laura was also rumoured to be an Ice Queen. She did little of the hiring for the marketing unit but she did all of the firing. The rumour was she didn’t even do it in person; she would just send you an email at the end of the day to see HR.

The first time I was introduced to Laura would be my last day at the office, though I did not know it at the time. My manager and I were going over my recent sales numbers when Laura walked by his desk.

He quickly stood up straight at attention; it was obvious that he was completely scared to death of her. He was a career man so I kind of understood why, but I was the new salesman who was at the top of the sales board with only a few weeks in. I had no fear.

He introduced her to me as “Miss Laura” and I offered my hand. She ignored it and dressed me down with her cold gaze and finally said: “I think you would look better if you shaved.”

I quickly raised my hand to my rough five o’clock shadow and shook my head in disbelief. Miss Laura started to walk away.

“And you should smile more,” I said to her back.

Laura stopped dead in her tracks, turned slowly with her head to the side and looked into my eyes.

“What did you say to me?”

I pointed at the corners of my mouth with my index fingers.

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile,” I said.

Laura glared at me, then at my manager, who looked like he was about to poop.

As word spread throughout the office, I became the man to avoid at all costs that day. I was the plague carrier, the man who could possibly get you fired. Even my boss didn’t say another word to me for the rest of the day. At 4:30 PM an email came from Miss Laura, telling me to go to HR, possibly for a sack letter.

In the back of my mind I knew it was coming but the reality of getting fired was still shocking. I knew I was a talented salesperson and I had plenty of savings. So I put those feelings aside, I would find another job soon.

I decided to go out that night, partly to drown my sorrows and partly to celebrate. I put on wine-colored button-down sport shirt, midnight blue jeans and a blazer to complete the look. I even shaved my beard and when I checked my smooth skin in the mirror I thought maybe Miss Laura had something there.

I paid the gate fee, casually walked over to the bar to check out the female population, and who should catch my eye but Miss Laura. She was at the end of the bar, sitting with all her friends, which was really a sarcastic way of saying she was sitting all alone.

Laura wore a tight mid-thigh black dress that showed off her gorgeous shapely legs. She was drinking wine in a fancy glass that was just about empty. I asked the barman to send her another one and I ordered another one for myself. She looked up to see who had sent her the drink; held up her glass in a mock toast and smiled. Then she recognized me, and her pretty smile disappeared. I grabbed my beer and made my way over to her.

“I was right,” I announced.

“About?” She was as cold as the harmattan on December.

I gestured to her face with the neck of the bottle. “Your smile, it’s positively breath-taking.”

She tried to look unfazed by the flattery but she couldn’t hide that she appreciated the compliment for a brief moment.

“Eddie, one would think since you are recently unemployed that you wouldn’t be spending your money on women in clubs.”

“Laura, we’re old friends,” I said.

“Look, I’m not pissed at you. Lighten up, okay?” I smiled and took a sip of my beer.

She picked up her drink and slid off the barstool, her dress rode up a little and I got a glimpse of her silky smooth upper thighs. Laura tapped her glass against my beer bottle.

“Thanks for the drink, Eddie,” she said and walked off toward the dance floor.

She stepped up to dance and moved stiffly to the music. It was obvious she was not too great at relaxing, but God bless her for trying. I watched Laura’s awkward little dance and waited for the moment that I knew would come. There it was: she turned back to see if I was watching her. When she saw that I was, she quickly turned back to the stage.

I slipped up behind her, wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her back against me.

“I beg your pardon,” she stepped quickly away and turned to face me.

“Laura, in all the time you’ve worked at the agency, no-one has ever stood up to you. I think you liked what I did today, you wanted someone to take charge and maybe put you in your place for a change.”

“And where exactly do you think that is,” Laura questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“At the moment, it’s here with me, listening to good music on this dance floor. Maybe later…”

Before I could finish my sentence Laura put her arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Her sweet-tasting tongue fucked my mouth and her legs straddled mine as she rubbed herself against my thigh. To the casual observer it might have looked like we were dancing, except we were joined at the lips.

Laura broke our kiss; she breathed heavily and gazed into my eyes with a burning lust in her eyes. I took her drink from her hand and put it on the edge of the table with my beer bottle. I grabbed her wrist and lead her out the fire exit. We found ourselves alone in the exit alley between the club and another building. I pressed her warm body against the rough brick wall as I kissed her painted lips.

I ran my hands up her smooth thighs under her dress and when I squeeze her bouncy ass for the first time, my dick pulsed in my jeans. She moaned and pressed harder against me and felt my dick throb through my jeans. I ached while my dick strained against my jeans.

I wanted to free her breast from her dress but because of the cut, there was no way to do it from the front. I turned her around and she placed her hands against the brick wall as I pulled her black lace panties down her legs. I slowly traced my tongue up her thigh then and buried my face between her lovely round fat ass cheeks.

I pulled her hips back slightly so I could have more access. I leisurely licked her clit and when my tongue teased her asshole, her body quivered.

“Oh you’re so naughty,” she moaned and spread her ass open with her right hand.

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6 Comments

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