A Parting Gift for my Boss

This is a sequel to my earlier story about a secret affair with my boss. The two stories work as bookends, the beginning of the affair and the end. I hope they can be enjoyed in any order.

The leaving party was to be held at The Rabeīyng Rooftop Thai Restaurant. 7pm for Cocktails and dinner to follow. I simply had to take the far eastern theme to heart and borrowed a beautiful silk Choengsam from my flatmate Chloe to wear for the evening. Tight black lustrous silk covered with a delicate red and white cherry blossom pattern. The traditional form of the dress, high collared, fitted and incredibly flattering on the figure. A little on the short side, but one of those superb pieces that manages to completely cover everything while at the same time clinging to all the right places, leaving very little to the imagination.

My hair tied up in a neatly knotted bun and makeup light pale and cherry blossom fresh, more pretty, natural and feminine than stark vampish geisha. My outfit completed with a large dusky pink silk flower hair-pin acquired from one of those tiny overcrowded little places that surround Gerrard Street in Westminster, coquettishly pinned through the high, neatly. I have to admit Chinese isn't Thai, but Chloe said I looked stunning, and I had to agree, the outfit screamed demure availability.

Michael had announced it was time for him to move on weeks ago. He'd promised he would work everything out. He'd promised he would keep in touch. He'd promised to speak to HR at his new job and find me a suitable position, perhaps his PA. I knew he wouldn't. Despite my occasional idle daydreams, I'd never harboured any delusions about the seriousness or nature of our relationship, but his lies were sweet and charming. So I just played along anyway, agreeing enthusiastically.

Dinner was arranged in a private dining room. Long tall windows providing stunning views of the surrounding town and countryside in the long golden late summer setting evening sun. The twelve of us arranged on low, cushioned seating around an unexpectedly low heavy wooden table. The office ladies or 'the girls' as he called them surrounded Michael like a harem, laughing and teasing in their glittery party outfits.

My combination of heels, tight, indecently short dress and the low seating forced me into a pose of utterly poised, refined elegance. I found myself having to perch daintily on the edge of the seat. Knees together at the side. Back straight. Shoulders back. Head up keeping balance. Even the smallest movement had to be carried out carefully and meticulously to avoid falling into a complete mess. I felt like I was living some ancient, wise, eastern proverb about the veneer of formality hiding wild emotions.

Managing to elegantly pick my way through a delicious bowl of vegetarian Pad Med Mamuang without mishap. Michael made eye contact with me across the table just as I placed a perfectly fried and spiced morsel of beancurd between my lips. That sudden, electric attraction I felt for him the first time we'd met flared up. His broad, handsome face, greying temples and well built frame that I had come to know so intimately.

Michael smiled warmly. I melted inside. He could have ripped my dress off with his bare hands and ravished me right then and there, in front of the entire office, the whole restaurant. Colour flushed my cheeks. Instead I retained my perfectly ladylike composure, giving just a small nod and smiling politely before returning to gossip salaciously with my colleague about one of our most glamorous patrons.

Naturally Michael and I had made our own, more intimate plans to mark the occasion. I was to be heading out on a date, giving me reason to leave early, and Michael would follow on later, back at mine for our what I knew would be our final tryst. I finished up the dish and made my excuses, with 'the girls' cooing over my hot date, what it was to be young and single, pouting that I was leaving them so soon. If only they knew what the evening really had in store for me.

Carefully standing, holding down the hem of the dress to protect my modesty. I let Michael press his dry lips against my cheek. His manly scent awakening desire for him again. Warm hands on my slender shoulders. Desperately keeping up the formal pretence, we said our thank yous and so great working with you goodbyes. I stepped out of the private dining room and into the hustle bustle of the bar area, lightly swaying my hips as I left.

...

"Lemme buy you a drink?" over the noisy chatter and music of the bar. Young, tall, well-built, good looking in that soft, boyish way. I glance over my shoulder once, smiling to myself, just to check Michael had not been able to draw eyes away from my figure. An opportunity to raise a little petty jealousy. Resting my palm against his chest, leaning into the young man's athletic physique, raising one heeled foot off the floor, my body so close to his, and whispered into his ear.

"No. But you can definitely have my number." I stepped back, and smiled shyly behind my eyelashes. The boy was suddenly taken aback, surprised his advances had been received so warmly, and not simply shrugged off and ignored.

"Yeah.uhm, Sure." Taking his phone out of his jeans pocket, tap, tap swipe and passed it to me. Looking over I can see Michael staring at us intently. Shifting the weight on my wickedly spiked heels I tilted my hip, angling my curves to their best advantage. That's what you gave up. I tapped in my number and Alice xxx. Before handing the phone back to the shell-shocked boy with a smile.

"Call me." Looking at him up and down "Now." I demanded, impatiently. Taking my iPhone from my purse and answering. The boy's voice in my ear. "Uh, Alice? It's Jacob." A broad, cheeky grin spread over his face. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Good boy. Got it. Thanks Jacob. Catch you later?" with a raised eyebrow and a coy smile. Tapping the red icon and walking towards the door, hoping, praying that Michael had witnessed the whole scene, and got the message. I wasn't his any more. With the cheering whoops of Jacob's gangs voices in my ears, I couldn't resist turning and waving my fingers. I left the bar and headed back to the flat.

...

After the noise of the party my flat was too quiet. A pleasant, light dizziness from the cocktails and party still buzzed around my head. I put Woman in Satin, by Billie Holliday on repeat on the smart speaker, low, melancholy songs of soft sweet heartbreak washed over me. Lit candles. Poured myself a small gin and tonic, Winchester Distillery Old Tom and Fever Tree Tonic Water. Sat down on the sofa and waited.

Scrolling in the blue light of my phone. Lingered over texting Josh or Jacob or whoever he was for a moment, but no, as cute as he might be, I would let him chase, so he'd appreciate me all the more if, or when, I let him catch me. For now I hoped the flirtation had served its purpose, to inflame a little jealous passion from Michael. Eventually the door buzzer went. Michael was here. Suddenly flustered, nervous like a first date. I busily tidied myself, straightening my dress, adjusting my hair, and let him in.

Resting my palm against Michael's chest, leaning into his broad well developed physique, raising one heeled foot off the floor, hovering my body so close to his, and whispering into his ear. "I'm so glad you came". His hands running over the smooth silks, feeling the shape of me wrapped tightly beneath. My firm swelling breast brushing against his chest. Mouth hungry against my own, devouring me with his strong, urgent kisses. The masculine taste of dark soya and warm, nutty coffee. Strong hands down my back, on my hips pulling me against the shape of his arousal. Hands straying over my pert derriere to the hem of my indecently short dress. His fingertips running tantalisingly across the top of my naked thigh, making me shiver deliciously.

I stop his caresses, taking his large, warm hands, in my own fingers, brushing over the stiff white cotton of his cuff over his wrists, lifting his strong, sensitive hand to my lips. These hands that had taught me so much over the past few short months. Smiling to myself at the memory. Gently brushing my lips on the hard knuckles. Soft kisses down the fingers that had pushed me to the edge of sweet madness so many times. His thumb strokes my cheek. "I'll be back." he lied.

"I know." I say, Gazing deep into Michaels deep brown eyes I smile, and suck gently at the tip of his forefinger. My top lip resting on his smooth, always well manicured fingernail, dragging my lower lip slowly, sensitively along the pad. "I want to thank you." I breathe into his hand and trail his forefinger finger slowly over my pouting lips. "For everything."

I let go of his hand and run my fingers down his chest, lightly fingering the buttons on his cotton shirt. I let him kiss me again, deeply, his tongue hungry inside my mouth, my chest held tightly against his. Light headed, I slide my hands down over his groin, feeling the warmth of him through the thick denim. Talking the zipper between forefinger and thumb. Slowly unzipping his stiff jeans. I let out a brief husky sigh in anticipation. Sliding my hand inside, stroking the impressively hard, solid shape within.

"You know, you've ruined me for other men?" I murmur dreamily, looking up through my lashes. Almost magically I feel the response, the thick shaft pushing up, tightening, swelling even harder as if of it's own accord against my fingers.

"Other men, like that guy at the bar you were flirting with?" just an edge of scorn in his voice, and I know I've caught him. How much he'll want to prove himself. To prove that I'm still his.

"Hmm. Just a little tease." I smile, shaking my head. "I knew you were watching me." I smooth my hand down his chest. "You know a real man is what I need", arching my body against him. My fingers tracing the shape around his solid, bulging package. Unbuckling his belt. Running my hands over. His hands up inside the tiny tight skirt of my dress, fingers eagerly searching for my wetness.

"It's time for your present." I murmur hotly, urgently, in his ear.

Keeping my knees together I drop elegantly to the floor, kneeling in front of him like praying at an altar. Pulling his underwear down, over his hips, freeing his magnificent manhood standing tall and proud for me. I smile in wonder, he always seems ready for me, I love that I can make him so hard so quickly. Breathing deeply the intoxicating, manly odor, sandalwood, salt and orange. On my knees, ready to worship his immaculate instrument of pleasure. I smile softly and brush my lips across the thick girth.

Looking up from the floor, my grey green eyes glistening in the candle light. I part my softly tingling lips and slowly kiss the dusky pink purple of the slit of the tip. Tenderly placing my lips on the smooth, soft skin of the head that had given me so many nights of pleasure. Kissing down the long, thickly veined shaft. A warm glow in my cheeks at the memory of clenching this length deep within me driving me to sweet bliss so many times before. Kissing down to the hilt that had so confidently crushed up hard against me, riding me hard to places I had never been before.

Trailing the flat of my tongue slowly back up his firm manhood, tasting every inch. "Oh Alice" - my name a deep, dreamy moan, sending a delicious prickling down my neck. Circling my tongue over the curved underside of his purple dome, licking up and down the tight thread of skin there.

His warm hand pulls at the high, tight collar at my neck, as if trying to reach the pale smooth skin beneath. Across my shoulders, over the straining fastenings that hold my body tautly beneath the silk. Caressing my jaw, thumb softly stroking my cheek. "You're so beautiful, Alice" I helplessly fluttered eyelashes and smiled at such a simple compliment filling me with a mix of pleasure and an aching want for more.

My chin between his thumb and forefinger. Looking into his eyes. I part my tingling lips and take his hot heavy head fully into my wet, waiting mouth. So warm and full, hot blushes in my cheeks. I watch his cragged, handsome face as he closes his eyes. Lost in the sensation. Exactly as I want him. Under my control as I tease and torture him with pleasure.

The blushes from my cheeks wash down my chest and swell my breast, my nipples deliciously hard softly rubbing inside my too tight dress. I work my lips around the soft skin beneath the firm rim, sucking gently. Lifting my hand to his face, drawing his attention back to my eyes. I want you to remember me like this, I think. Your perfect Alice, pretty and good and so sweetly, innocently pleasuring you. I blink slowly and smile.

Urgently working my tongue wetly around the pinnacle of his manhood. My slender fingers grasp around the thick, firm shaft, rolling up, pulling him into me before stroking back down his length. Hot, breathless, hungrily sucking harder, stroking firmer and firmer. This is driving me crazy. I ache for his touch. To be held down, my pretty little black dress hitched up and taken hard. It's all I can do to stop my hand sliding between my legs, to satisfy my own deep craving.

I stop. Admiring the full thickly veined length, hard, pink glistening wet and throbbing. My smiling lips brush the peak of, my fingertips slowly caressing, up and down. "Hmm. You feel so good." I whisper dreamily. I gasp in delight as it stiffens and throbs against my hand.

"Uhh, god. Alice." Hand caresses my head, brushing past the petals of the delicate pink silk flower in my hair, stroking the back of my neck, gently but firmly encouraging me on. I cup the full, swollen balls in my hand. Pulling down gently, wrapping my lips around the deliciously hard cock as it pulls tight.

Knowing hands running over my shoulders, down the silky smooth fabric reaching for my breasts pressing tight inside. I slide up. First one leg, then the other, tottering on my heels, I push my hot, yearning, tightly wrapped body against his. Our mouths meet, rolling our tongues together, sucking and kissing. Strong hands caressing my breasts.

Hands gripped on my hips, on the small of my back, pulling my eager body to his. I tease, writhing and arching, hovering my aching, wet pussy. I know he wants to fuck me so much. Caressing and teasing his cock with slow, lingering strokes."My leaving present. For you." I whisper and slide back down onto my knees and take the hot smooth swollen head between my lips again. Sucking hard, hot and hungry.

I feel like a goddess, untouchable and in perfect, blissful control. Every lick, every slick fingertip stroke bringing closer and closer to the point of release. The arch of my mouth firm against his throbbing head, working my wet sensitive tongue passionately up and over every part. The sensation of filling my mouth with hot, hard cock so deliciously arousing.

Stretching out the side of one cheek, then the other. My whole body arches and rocks back and forth as I suck down over and over. A sudden soft salty taste. A deep moan of pleasure. A long flare of tingling fire fluttering up from between my legs in response. My god. I never knew sucking cock could make me feel like this.

I circle my slim fingers around his hilt and make him watch me pump his shaft with my slim fingers, rolling, sliding my lips over his head. "Oh god yes. That's it." he moans. Breathing shorter, heavier, looking deep into my eyes. A swell of joy and anticipation rises in my chest, flooding me with pleasure. Feels so good to bring such pleasure. I can't help but look up and smile.

My mouth open, broad smile as thick creamy juices suddenly erupt onto my tongue. Hot, thick and salty. A shudder of hips and my waiting mouth is full of throbbing. Soft, manly grunts making my whole body shiver all over. Each hot jolting spurt sending soft shivery tremors of delight from my mouth down my throat, through my chest, down to my tightly wrapped wet and aching bud. Suck down, hard, our eyes lost in each other as I swallow wave after wave of his hot salty climax. Passionately caressing the pulsing, throbbing head with my tongue, hungrily lapping every last drop.

...

"I think you should go now." I whisper. Held in his arms on the sofa, tingling, aching for more with every caress. My body still elegantly wrapped in silk like an unopened present, held tight against him. Like every other aspect of this evening, I'd rehearsed this moment in my mind over and over. Michael sniffed a little surprised, he wanted so much to satisfy me. To take me as he had done before. To own my body with his. But the satisfaction of my body would no longer be his to command. I softly insisted "It's late, I really enjoyed this evening. I'm tired now." and we kissed long, slow. until the car came to take him away.

The door closes and he's gone. Unstrapping my heels from my feet, delicate buckles releasing. Step to the bathroom. Untying my hair and letting it fall over my shoulders, placing the flower pin on the dresser. Unwrapping myself from the tight silken dress. I would definitely have to borrow that again. Unbuttoning the shoulder fastenings and pulling down the side zip, almost too tight to manage. Unpeeling the taut satin silk away to free my softly aching breasts, nipples still hard and so sensitive. Shrugging out of the shoulders, wriggling down over my hips. Sliding off my panties, still damp from my aching arousal.

Finally stepping into the steaming shower and let the cascading water, sweet jasmine scented soap and my fingers blissfully wash all the tight, hot, yearning tension away to soft, sweet memories.