I've been working at my current job for three years now, an office job where I spend eight hours a day with my butt glued to a chair and my retinas burning from the computer monitor radiation. My work is quite monotonous, elaborating report after report, conducting endless and often fruitless searches on the vast internet world. Yes, it doesn't sound very attractive, even discouraging, but at least I'm not unemployed and earn a decent salary.
At 26 years old, everyone asks me why I don't look for something better, more inspiring, more creative, more in line with my abilities. To all of them, I always answer the same thing: I'm well paid, better a bird in hand than one flying away, and, much as it may annoy my more experienced colleagues, I'm the best at what I do. Well, this is the official version, because the real reason I put up with a boring job, limiting possible professional expansion, is her: Sonia, my boss.
Let's start this story from the beginning, flying over the trivialities and reliving the really important events, sharing my experiences and sensations without reserve, stripping the facts and my soul bare in the following lines:
Three years ago, fresh out of university, I had the great luck to be able to join the labor market, entering the most important company, nationwide, in my professional field. To do so, I went through a tough selection process with knowledge tests, psychological tests, language tests, an interview with the Human Resources department, and finally, an interview with José Luis, the head of the department for which I had presented my candidacy.
My first day at work, as usual, I arrived nervous. First, because it was my first serious job; second, because although the department head had given me a brief overview of the labor I would develop, in reality... I had nothing clear about what my functions would be and, finally, my fears also focused on how the work environment and my future colleagues would be. When I entered the office, most of my initial fears dissipated. It was a bright and airy space with islands of desks with computers, without physical barriers between them, so all employees could see each other's faces, making it a more human and less cold environment than I expected. The average age of the people who had already arrived at their positions was around thirty, so my fear of being surrounded by old glories and getting isolated also disappeared.
After asking the first person I crossed paths with, I found José Luis' workstation, which consisted of a closed-off room in the shape of an office in one corner of the office. He gave me a warm welcome, showing himself much more relaxed and closer than during the interview, and immediately showed me where my workstation would be, introducing me to my colleagues on the island before finally taking me to one of the individual desks that were stuck to the only wall without a window. And there he introduced me to Sonia, the head of my project, who would be my direct supervisor.
The first impression I had of my boss couldn't have been better. At the time, Sonia had just turned forty (a fact I learned later), but what a forty! Her porcelain skin with hardly any expression marks on her face barely counted thirty of the forty years she had completed. She had enormous green eyes, round and expressive, adorned with long eyelashes that fluttered as soon as she saw me. She wasn't wearing makeup; her natural beauty allowed her to indulge in it, since her cherry-colored lip had a natural color that contrasted with the paleness of her skin, highlighting the attractive shape of her lips, and small freckles adorning her fine nose, something slightly prominent. Her cheekbones were high and marked by slightly sunken cheekbones, they had a light pinkish coloration, giving them an harmonious tone with the rest of their facial features.
I thought she was very beautiful, what the hell, I thought she was gorgeous.
She wore her long brown hair tied back with a hair clip, falling over her shoulders, and although some white strands could be guessed, her appearance was bright and silky.
When she stood up from her seat to greet me with two timid kisses, I felt like my breath was cut off for a few seconds. It's not that Sonia had a sculptural body, in fact, she had a bit of extra weight that didn't show on her attractive face, but she did have a curvy and sensual physique, an authentic Spanish guitar silhouette.
Maybe her hips and buttocks were wider than desirable when idealizing her, but this was compensated by the best pair of breasts I'd ever seen.
'I what a piece of tits!', I screamed internally.
Saying that her bust was generous would be a euphemism that would fall short. Sonia had a pair of feminine attributes quite larger than you could expect from her constitution and around 5'7 tall. Height? I don't know, nor do I care, I've seen bigger ones, but not as beautiful and well-placed as my boss's: round, turgid, defying gravity, pointing forward with pride, a magnificent balcony for the windows of her precious eyes.
After that first impression, over time, I was finding Sonia more attractive to me, and after getting confident with some colleagues, I confirmed that this attractiveness wasn't subjective. Everyone, or almost everyone, thought our boss was a woman more than appetizing, unattainable due to her position, age, and especially because she was married, but not for that less interesting.
As my journey in the office continued, I got to know Sonia better, showing herself before me as an intelligent, educated, nice, and sweet woman. The truth is that, As my charm decreased with the work I was doing, my adoration for her increased, to the point where, frequently, I would surprise myself by casting furtive and contemplative glances at her. She was charming towards me, and I didn't know if it was just my perception or something entirely objective, but I was convinced that she treated me differently than others: always greeting me effusively, smiling with her lips and gaze, laughing at my jokes even when they weren't funny... I tried to convince myself that it was because, although I liked doing what I did less and less, my work was impeccable, and I already enjoyed her trust as well as the department head's. But there was always a little voice in my head telling me: You like her, and you know it. To which I would always respond without conviction: I have a girlfriend, she's married, she's older, she's my boss... What more arguments? It's impossible! Impossible is nothing, the insightful little voice would reply, with a tone reminiscent of a sports clothing advertisement. After a year and a half, during which my desire for Sonia continued to escalate until it almost became an obsession, my opportunity to take her out of my thoughts and go back to having eyes only for my girlfriend arose. We enjoyed our summer vacations in alternating shifts, so we spent almost two months without seeing each other, and when I returned from vacation instead of reuniting with her, I found out she had taken an indefinite leave of absence. So I went nearly five months without seeing her, forgetting about her except for the continuous rumors circulating around the office about the reasons behind her leave. During that time, work became more difficult to bear, it was more boring, more monotonous, more demoralizing... until finally, at the end of the year, Sonia returned to the office. The day of her return she greeted everyone with two kisses, and when she got to me, I was deeply disappointed. — Hello, Julio — she said without any emotion, giving me a two fleeting and cold kisses.
— Hello, Sonia —I replied, returning the kisses much more effusively—
I'm glad you're back, we missed you.
— I'm also glad —she replied, diverting her gaze—
See you later...
And without another word, she went to occupy her table by the wall.
I was petrified, that wasn't my boss, at least not as I remembered her. Apart from the coldness of her attitude, even physically, she was different. She had lost all the sparkle in her eyes, dark circles under her green eyes, her hair looked somewhat unkempt, she was clearly thinner, and her clothes indicated she had grabbed the first thing she found in the closet. It was as if, suddenly, twenty years had fallen on her and she had given up. Absolutely disheartening.
The weeks that followed, I barely crossed a few words with her, only strictly professionally, until she started to get into the daily routine and began to show less distance. Although many times it seemed like she was distracted, as if in another world, and more than once I realized she had returned from service with red eyes, clearly indicating she had been crying.
— She's divorced —my colleague Rebecca told me, noticing my concern on one of the occasions when we saw Sonia return with her still tearful eyes.
After more than two years of working together, Rebecca and I had established a good friendship, with enough confidence to share some personal confidences. She was a very direct person who said things as she thought them, which made her too aggressive for many colleagues, although she always had a more relaxed attitude towards me, perhaps because she was older than me.
— Don't tell me! —I exclaimed in a tone that no one else could hear—
Is that why she's been on leave and looks like this?
— Yes —my colleague replied confidentially—
It's been a divorce very tumultuous, and it went badly for her… — Well, now I understand everything... Yes, it must have been tough, she still looks very affected... — It's not surprising —Rebecca added, lowering her tone even further—. Don't tell anyone anything, because for now only the boss and I know, but it's that she caught her husband with another one. My colleague was also a good friend of Sonia, who had the most relationship with her, with whom she took coffee at noon and went out to lunch. She never would have told me the secret, but before my visible concern, and knowing that it would eventually become public knowledge, she confided in my discretion. — What a blow! — I said surprised — Poor thing... And was it like that, suddenly?. — Yes, she caught him at home with a 20-year-old, one day when he left work earlier than expected. And the worst is that her ex-husband had been cheating on her with that little girl for months already. So, imagine!. — I see, I... What a jerk! Having a woman like Sonia, you have to be an idiot! — I said, thinking out loud. Rebecca sketched a half-smile at my last words. — She's cute, huh? — she dropped, widening her smile and looking at me fixedly. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment and my mouth going dry. My colleague only nodded, no further confirmation needed from me. — Without a doubt, the guy is a jerk —she told me, reining in the topic—. He's ruined her life by sleeping with someone younger, what a classic! Sonia was happy with her marriage, you know? They had been married for 15 years... When everything came crashing down, she decided to give him the boot immediately, but it hasn't been easy... — I'm not surprised, they had built an entire life together, and if she was happy and everything fell apart overnight, normal that she's devastated. — That is... But she's slowly getting out of it now. She's going to therapy, which is helping her a lot, and although the therapist recommended she go back to work to get her life back on track, I think it's been too soon. Those who know her better try to cheer her up, so any small grain of sand to lift her spirits will be well received —she concluded, making me a wink of complicity.
I felt like I was blushing again, and thus we ended the conversation, but her last words sank deep into me more than Rebeca could have imagined, so the next day I found myself writing a note to Sonia and leaving it on her desk before she arrived.
As soon as I sat down in my seat, a shiver ran down my spine. But what had I done? Had I written a note to my boss? Did I think I was still in high school and writing to the girl I liked? I couldn't believe what I had just done, but what had gotten into me? That could cost me a shame that would fall on me like a stone, even it could cost me my job! I got up to get the darn paper before it was too late. But it was already too late...
Good morning, Julio.
Good morning, Sonia —I replied, sitting down immediately, feeling my cheeks burning.
My boss smiled charmingly and continued on her way to her desk. I felt dizzy and tried to hide by looking at the papers on my desk.
Don't look, don't look... I repeated mentally. At least you didn't sign that stupid note...
—Oh! —I heard Sonia's melodious voice.
My subconscious was stronger than my conviction, and my head turned to see my boss holding a post-it in her hand, reading silently with a smile the words that echoed in my head: Smile, because the sexiest woman in this office has to light us up.
Sonia raised her head with her enormous green eyes shining like I hadn't seen them for a while, with a captivating smile, and caught me looking at her.
Earth, swallow me! I thought, quickly lowering my head to bury myself among my papers.
For a foolish young man. e immature, had just signed those words. I spent the day gloomy, carrying my shame, without daring to direct even a glance towards where Sonia was, although it might be in front of me to talk to my colleague Rebecca. But I also spent the day nervous, scared, waiting for any moment when my boss would call me to ask for explanations or, directly, kick me in the ass for harassment. At the end of the shift, all my fears disappeared at once. Sonia passed by my side, turning around to bid me farewell: See you tomorrow, Julio she said, with her face illuminated, as beautiful as I remembered her before her misfortune. Ha-ha, see you tomorrow, Sonia I managed to say, red like a tomato. From that day on, my boss's attitude took a complete turn. From night to morning, she returned to being the same as always, the beautiful, jovial, and sexy Sonia who attracted my constant gazes. Her face would show no signs of sadness, worry, or sleepless nights. Her eyes would sparkle again, and her gaze was especially seductive, especially when she looked at me, making me sigh. She would dress attractively but discreetly, with style and elegance, carefully taking care of her appearance. Since we rarely worked facing the clients, we had freedom to wear whatever we wanted, without being too flashy, of course, and Sonia knew perfectly how to always look divine, even wearing simple jeans. Her change became even more pronounced a few days later when she decided to renew her haircut, getting a bold cut: short at the back but with the sides increasing in length towards the front, framing her face with strands of bright brown hair. It suited her very well, adorning her beautiful features, giving her a more youthful look and revealing her delicate swan-like neck in an incredibly sexy way. Her relationship with me became even closer than before. from her marital accident. She never mentioned the note but, with her attitude, she made me aware that it had worked, she had liked it, and even... Better not to anticipate events. Simply, she started talking to me again, every day more, seeking herself the encounter, smiling at me always, enchanting me with her emerald gaze, leaving me paralyzed with her simple presence.
— Sonia talks a lot to you lately, doesn't she? —Rebeca said one day while we were commenting on work things.
It had been several months since our previous conversation about our boss.
— Yes —I replied, trying not to give it too much importance—, we get along well, and it seems like she's happy with my work.
— Yeah... She's been very happy lately, her mood has changed. I think even she looks more beautiful...
— That's true —I replied, falling into the trap by wanting to unburden myself on someone—. She's better than ever...
— Have you noticed? —Rebeca asked.
Even she's signed up for the gym and is taking it very seriously.
— Don't tell me! —Now that you mention it, I had noticed that her pants fit her better every day...
— Has she put on a nice butt, hasn't she? —my colleague asked with a condescending look.
«I'll be a fool!», I thought to myself, while blushing. «How did I let myself get fooled!».
— Julioooo... —Rebeca said, shaking her head from side to side— You've turned red and everything! The boss has you under her spell!
— Come on, Rebeca, you're making a mess...
— Well, well, don't deny it. I'm almost ten years older than you and can read you like an open book... Did you think I wouldn't notice how you look at her? Sonia has you, and she has you bad!
— Okay, okay, calm down —I said, waving my hand—, anyone can hear you.
— Well, if you don't want anyone else to know, better pretend a bit more, little guy. You're devouring her with your eyes, and that's not right... She's your boss, much older than you... How many years does she outdo you, twenty?» seventeen... -- Only seventeen? I could still be your mother... And, damn it, Julio, you have a girlfriend! -- Yeah, yeah, I know -- I answered, embarrassed --. It's not going well because of everything you're saying... But I only look at her, nobody minds a sweet treat, don't they? -- As long as it's just that, nobody can fault you for enjoying the view... -- said Rebeca, thoughtfully --. Just be more careful, or you'll get a cervical strain from turning around to look at her so much, and she probably knows too. 'If only you knew', I thought. 'She has a note in my handwriting telling her that I think she's the sexiest woman in the office'. -- Yes, mom, yes -- I answered, jokingly --. And if my girlfriend found out, she'd cut off my balls and play paddleball with them. -- Well, then... -- sentenced my companion, with a smile --, control yourself. Rebeca was right, I had to stop being an idiot, and see Sonia for what she really was: my direct supervisor and much older than me. But precisely that gave me so much excitement... And she was so good... With those green eyes, that delicate skin, that red mouth, and those Katherine Hepburn cheekbones... and that sexy hairstyle, youthful, like a manga doll... and those two beautiful breasts, proud and inciting lust... without forgetting that curved waist, those powerful thighs, and that rounded bum that had been carved out by fate, eliminating the excess, and the gym had toned it to show it off more appetizing than ever... Mierda!, I wasn't going to make it easy to get her out of my thoughts, or maintain discipline so my eyes would stop searching for her over and over. Far from achieving my goal, every day that passed, my obsession with my boss increased more and more. And she didn't help me at all. Our fortuitous encounters were becoming more frequent, our conversations longer, and her outfits lighter and more suggestive due to the spring heat... I have to confess that, at that time, I began to experience something that had never happened to me in the office before: I started having uncontrollable erections just by seeing her, losing myself in the beauty of her green eyes, being captivated by her captivating smile, and getting drunk on the gaze of the sinuous curves of her mature anatomy... That's how it was, with daily erections without possibility of release, when I'd be with Laura, my girlfriend, I'd have wild ejaculations that would leave her legs trembling. And we both so happy! But there was someone in that trio who occupied my mind, always leaving me unsatisfied, until their opportunity came, or mine, depending on how you look at it.
At 26 years old, everyone asks me why I don't look for something better, more inspiring, more creative, more in line with my abilities. To all of them, I always answer the same thing: I'm well paid, better a bird in hand than one flying away, and, much as it may annoy my more experienced colleagues, I'm the best at what I do. Well, this is the official version, because the real reason I put up with a boring job, limiting possible professional expansion, is her: Sonia, my boss.
Let's start this story from the beginning, flying over the trivialities and reliving the really important events, sharing my experiences and sensations without reserve, stripping the facts and my soul bare in the following lines:
Three years ago, fresh out of university, I had the great luck to be able to join the labor market, entering the most important company, nationwide, in my professional field. To do so, I went through a tough selection process with knowledge tests, psychological tests, language tests, an interview with the Human Resources department, and finally, an interview with José Luis, the head of the department for which I had presented my candidacy.
My first day at work, as usual, I arrived nervous. First, because it was my first serious job; second, because although the department head had given me a brief overview of the labor I would develop, in reality... I had nothing clear about what my functions would be and, finally, my fears also focused on how the work environment and my future colleagues would be. When I entered the office, most of my initial fears dissipated. It was a bright and airy space with islands of desks with computers, without physical barriers between them, so all employees could see each other's faces, making it a more human and less cold environment than I expected. The average age of the people who had already arrived at their positions was around thirty, so my fear of being surrounded by old glories and getting isolated also disappeared.
After asking the first person I crossed paths with, I found José Luis' workstation, which consisted of a closed-off room in the shape of an office in one corner of the office. He gave me a warm welcome, showing himself much more relaxed and closer than during the interview, and immediately showed me where my workstation would be, introducing me to my colleagues on the island before finally taking me to one of the individual desks that were stuck to the only wall without a window. And there he introduced me to Sonia, the head of my project, who would be my direct supervisor.
The first impression I had of my boss couldn't have been better. At the time, Sonia had just turned forty (a fact I learned later), but what a forty! Her porcelain skin with hardly any expression marks on her face barely counted thirty of the forty years she had completed. She had enormous green eyes, round and expressive, adorned with long eyelashes that fluttered as soon as she saw me. She wasn't wearing makeup; her natural beauty allowed her to indulge in it, since her cherry-colored lip had a natural color that contrasted with the paleness of her skin, highlighting the attractive shape of her lips, and small freckles adorning her fine nose, something slightly prominent. Her cheekbones were high and marked by slightly sunken cheekbones, they had a light pinkish coloration, giving them an harmonious tone with the rest of their facial features.
I thought she was very beautiful, what the hell, I thought she was gorgeous.
She wore her long brown hair tied back with a hair clip, falling over her shoulders, and although some white strands could be guessed, her appearance was bright and silky.
When she stood up from her seat to greet me with two timid kisses, I felt like my breath was cut off for a few seconds. It's not that Sonia had a sculptural body, in fact, she had a bit of extra weight that didn't show on her attractive face, but she did have a curvy and sensual physique, an authentic Spanish guitar silhouette.
Maybe her hips and buttocks were wider than desirable when idealizing her, but this was compensated by the best pair of breasts I'd ever seen.
'I what a piece of tits!', I screamed internally.
Saying that her bust was generous would be a euphemism that would fall short. Sonia had a pair of feminine attributes quite larger than you could expect from her constitution and around 5'7 tall. Height? I don't know, nor do I care, I've seen bigger ones, but not as beautiful and well-placed as my boss's: round, turgid, defying gravity, pointing forward with pride, a magnificent balcony for the windows of her precious eyes.
After that first impression, over time, I was finding Sonia more attractive to me, and after getting confident with some colleagues, I confirmed that this attractiveness wasn't subjective. Everyone, or almost everyone, thought our boss was a woman more than appetizing, unattainable due to her position, age, and especially because she was married, but not for that less interesting.
As my journey in the office continued, I got to know Sonia better, showing herself before me as an intelligent, educated, nice, and sweet woman. The truth is that, As my charm decreased with the work I was doing, my adoration for her increased, to the point where, frequently, I would surprise myself by casting furtive and contemplative glances at her. She was charming towards me, and I didn't know if it was just my perception or something entirely objective, but I was convinced that she treated me differently than others: always greeting me effusively, smiling with her lips and gaze, laughing at my jokes even when they weren't funny... I tried to convince myself that it was because, although I liked doing what I did less and less, my work was impeccable, and I already enjoyed her trust as well as the department head's. But there was always a little voice in my head telling me: You like her, and you know it. To which I would always respond without conviction: I have a girlfriend, she's married, she's older, she's my boss... What more arguments? It's impossible! Impossible is nothing, the insightful little voice would reply, with a tone reminiscent of a sports clothing advertisement. After a year and a half, during which my desire for Sonia continued to escalate until it almost became an obsession, my opportunity to take her out of my thoughts and go back to having eyes only for my girlfriend arose. We enjoyed our summer vacations in alternating shifts, so we spent almost two months without seeing each other, and when I returned from vacation instead of reuniting with her, I found out she had taken an indefinite leave of absence. So I went nearly five months without seeing her, forgetting about her except for the continuous rumors circulating around the office about the reasons behind her leave. During that time, work became more difficult to bear, it was more boring, more monotonous, more demoralizing... until finally, at the end of the year, Sonia returned to the office. The day of her return she greeted everyone with two kisses, and when she got to me, I was deeply disappointed. — Hello, Julio — she said without any emotion, giving me a two fleeting and cold kisses.
— Hello, Sonia —I replied, returning the kisses much more effusively—
I'm glad you're back, we missed you.
— I'm also glad —she replied, diverting her gaze—
See you later...
And without another word, she went to occupy her table by the wall.
I was petrified, that wasn't my boss, at least not as I remembered her. Apart from the coldness of her attitude, even physically, she was different. She had lost all the sparkle in her eyes, dark circles under her green eyes, her hair looked somewhat unkempt, she was clearly thinner, and her clothes indicated she had grabbed the first thing she found in the closet. It was as if, suddenly, twenty years had fallen on her and she had given up. Absolutely disheartening.
The weeks that followed, I barely crossed a few words with her, only strictly professionally, until she started to get into the daily routine and began to show less distance. Although many times it seemed like she was distracted, as if in another world, and more than once I realized she had returned from service with red eyes, clearly indicating she had been crying.
— She's divorced —my colleague Rebecca told me, noticing my concern on one of the occasions when we saw Sonia return with her still tearful eyes.
After more than two years of working together, Rebecca and I had established a good friendship, with enough confidence to share some personal confidences. She was a very direct person who said things as she thought them, which made her too aggressive for many colleagues, although she always had a more relaxed attitude towards me, perhaps because she was older than me.
— Don't tell me! —I exclaimed in a tone that no one else could hear—
Is that why she's been on leave and looks like this?
— Yes —my colleague replied confidentially—
It's been a divorce very tumultuous, and it went badly for her… — Well, now I understand everything... Yes, it must have been tough, she still looks very affected... — It's not surprising —Rebecca added, lowering her tone even further—. Don't tell anyone anything, because for now only the boss and I know, but it's that she caught her husband with another one. My colleague was also a good friend of Sonia, who had the most relationship with her, with whom she took coffee at noon and went out to lunch. She never would have told me the secret, but before my visible concern, and knowing that it would eventually become public knowledge, she confided in my discretion. — What a blow! — I said surprised — Poor thing... And was it like that, suddenly?. — Yes, she caught him at home with a 20-year-old, one day when he left work earlier than expected. And the worst is that her ex-husband had been cheating on her with that little girl for months already. So, imagine!. — I see, I... What a jerk! Having a woman like Sonia, you have to be an idiot! — I said, thinking out loud. Rebecca sketched a half-smile at my last words. — She's cute, huh? — she dropped, widening her smile and looking at me fixedly. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment and my mouth going dry. My colleague only nodded, no further confirmation needed from me. — Without a doubt, the guy is a jerk —she told me, reining in the topic—. He's ruined her life by sleeping with someone younger, what a classic! Sonia was happy with her marriage, you know? They had been married for 15 years... When everything came crashing down, she decided to give him the boot immediately, but it hasn't been easy... — I'm not surprised, they had built an entire life together, and if she was happy and everything fell apart overnight, normal that she's devastated. — That is... But she's slowly getting out of it now. She's going to therapy, which is helping her a lot, and although the therapist recommended she go back to work to get her life back on track, I think it's been too soon. Those who know her better try to cheer her up, so any small grain of sand to lift her spirits will be well received —she concluded, making me a wink of complicity.
I felt like I was blushing again, and thus we ended the conversation, but her last words sank deep into me more than Rebeca could have imagined, so the next day I found myself writing a note to Sonia and leaving it on her desk before she arrived.
As soon as I sat down in my seat, a shiver ran down my spine. But what had I done? Had I written a note to my boss? Did I think I was still in high school and writing to the girl I liked? I couldn't believe what I had just done, but what had gotten into me? That could cost me a shame that would fall on me like a stone, even it could cost me my job! I got up to get the darn paper before it was too late. But it was already too late...
Good morning, Julio.
Good morning, Sonia —I replied, sitting down immediately, feeling my cheeks burning.
My boss smiled charmingly and continued on her way to her desk. I felt dizzy and tried to hide by looking at the papers on my desk.
Don't look, don't look... I repeated mentally. At least you didn't sign that stupid note...
—Oh! —I heard Sonia's melodious voice.
My subconscious was stronger than my conviction, and my head turned to see my boss holding a post-it in her hand, reading silently with a smile the words that echoed in my head: Smile, because the sexiest woman in this office has to light us up.
Sonia raised her head with her enormous green eyes shining like I hadn't seen them for a while, with a captivating smile, and caught me looking at her.
Earth, swallow me! I thought, quickly lowering my head to bury myself among my papers.
For a foolish young man. e immature, had just signed those words. I spent the day gloomy, carrying my shame, without daring to direct even a glance towards where Sonia was, although it might be in front of me to talk to my colleague Rebecca. But I also spent the day nervous, scared, waiting for any moment when my boss would call me to ask for explanations or, directly, kick me in the ass for harassment. At the end of the shift, all my fears disappeared at once. Sonia passed by my side, turning around to bid me farewell: See you tomorrow, Julio she said, with her face illuminated, as beautiful as I remembered her before her misfortune. Ha-ha, see you tomorrow, Sonia I managed to say, red like a tomato. From that day on, my boss's attitude took a complete turn. From night to morning, she returned to being the same as always, the beautiful, jovial, and sexy Sonia who attracted my constant gazes. Her face would show no signs of sadness, worry, or sleepless nights. Her eyes would sparkle again, and her gaze was especially seductive, especially when she looked at me, making me sigh. She would dress attractively but discreetly, with style and elegance, carefully taking care of her appearance. Since we rarely worked facing the clients, we had freedom to wear whatever we wanted, without being too flashy, of course, and Sonia knew perfectly how to always look divine, even wearing simple jeans. Her change became even more pronounced a few days later when she decided to renew her haircut, getting a bold cut: short at the back but with the sides increasing in length towards the front, framing her face with strands of bright brown hair. It suited her very well, adorning her beautiful features, giving her a more youthful look and revealing her delicate swan-like neck in an incredibly sexy way. Her relationship with me became even closer than before. from her marital accident. She never mentioned the note but, with her attitude, she made me aware that it had worked, she had liked it, and even... Better not to anticipate events. Simply, she started talking to me again, every day more, seeking herself the encounter, smiling at me always, enchanting me with her emerald gaze, leaving me paralyzed with her simple presence.
— Sonia talks a lot to you lately, doesn't she? —Rebeca said one day while we were commenting on work things.
It had been several months since our previous conversation about our boss.
— Yes —I replied, trying not to give it too much importance—, we get along well, and it seems like she's happy with my work.
— Yeah... She's been very happy lately, her mood has changed. I think even she looks more beautiful...
— That's true —I replied, falling into the trap by wanting to unburden myself on someone—. She's better than ever...
— Have you noticed? —Rebeca asked.
Even she's signed up for the gym and is taking it very seriously.
— Don't tell me! —Now that you mention it, I had noticed that her pants fit her better every day...
— Has she put on a nice butt, hasn't she? —my colleague asked with a condescending look.
«I'll be a fool!», I thought to myself, while blushing. «How did I let myself get fooled!».
— Julioooo... —Rebeca said, shaking her head from side to side— You've turned red and everything! The boss has you under her spell!
— Come on, Rebeca, you're making a mess...
— Well, well, don't deny it. I'm almost ten years older than you and can read you like an open book... Did you think I wouldn't notice how you look at her? Sonia has you, and she has you bad!
— Okay, okay, calm down —I said, waving my hand—, anyone can hear you.
— Well, if you don't want anyone else to know, better pretend a bit more, little guy. You're devouring her with your eyes, and that's not right... She's your boss, much older than you... How many years does she outdo you, twenty?» seventeen... -- Only seventeen? I could still be your mother... And, damn it, Julio, you have a girlfriend! -- Yeah, yeah, I know -- I answered, embarrassed --. It's not going well because of everything you're saying... But I only look at her, nobody minds a sweet treat, don't they? -- As long as it's just that, nobody can fault you for enjoying the view... -- said Rebeca, thoughtfully --. Just be more careful, or you'll get a cervical strain from turning around to look at her so much, and she probably knows too. 'If only you knew', I thought. 'She has a note in my handwriting telling her that I think she's the sexiest woman in the office'. -- Yes, mom, yes -- I answered, jokingly --. And if my girlfriend found out, she'd cut off my balls and play paddleball with them. -- Well, then... -- sentenced my companion, with a smile --, control yourself. Rebeca was right, I had to stop being an idiot, and see Sonia for what she really was: my direct supervisor and much older than me. But precisely that gave me so much excitement... And she was so good... With those green eyes, that delicate skin, that red mouth, and those Katherine Hepburn cheekbones... and that sexy hairstyle, youthful, like a manga doll... and those two beautiful breasts, proud and inciting lust... without forgetting that curved waist, those powerful thighs, and that rounded bum that had been carved out by fate, eliminating the excess, and the gym had toned it to show it off more appetizing than ever... Mierda!, I wasn't going to make it easy to get her out of my thoughts, or maintain discipline so my eyes would stop searching for her over and over. Far from achieving my goal, every day that passed, my obsession with my boss increased more and more. And she didn't help me at all. Our fortuitous encounters were becoming more frequent, our conversations longer, and her outfits lighter and more suggestive due to the spring heat... I have to confess that, at that time, I began to experience something that had never happened to me in the office before: I started having uncontrollable erections just by seeing her, losing myself in the beauty of her green eyes, being captivated by her captivating smile, and getting drunk on the gaze of the sinuous curves of her mature anatomy... That's how it was, with daily erections without possibility of release, when I'd be with Laura, my girlfriend, I'd have wild ejaculations that would leave her legs trembling. And we both so happy! But there was someone in that trio who occupied my mind, always leaving me unsatisfied, until their opportunity came, or mine, depending on how you look at it.
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