*(PART 1) KISS IN THE RAIN … TWICE AS WET (18+)*
Funke: Mercy, did you get all the documents for the new arrivals filed? Funke asked as if it “was expected” that I already had. She was always pushing to have things done before they could be. I liked Funke but she was so demanding that it caused a great deal of stress. She had threatened that she may need to hire someone else to help. I knew what that meant; “I would be weeded out. ” I really needed the money badly especially this recession season, I normally complied with Funke’s demands without much of a fuss.
Me: “Yeah I got them finished a few minutes ago. ”
Funke: “Great! now lets see if we can tidy this place up a bit. ” She always treated me as if I were ignorant. She was thirty-seven and I was twenty-two. I was somewhat intimidated by her; she owned her own Fashion Company, though small, it was hers. I was her only employee at this time. She was aggressive in growing the business and promised pay raises along the way. I thought I had a good future with her; that accounted for a lot of my submission to her overbearing ways.
Funke: What time is it?
Me: It’s few minutes to 6pm.
As soon as it was 6pm on dot, Funke locked the door and turned the closed sign around. I watched as she made her way to the bathroom. She would take a shower, an evening ritual that had taken place for the six months I had worked for her. Her bathroom was located in her office; it was spacey and decorated luxuriously. She had explained that this was her home away from home; she deserved some pampering.
I turned off the lights in the office leaving only the small lamp on an end table; closed the blinds to the windows and was all set. I sat back down at my desk. The only thing left was mine and Funke’s evening chat and we would leave.
Funke exited the bathroom; she had left the door to her office ajar, something that she did not normally do. I watched her move about with only a towel wrapped around her. She paraded and posed as if she knew I was watching.
Me: You look sexy in that towel
Funke: Oohh Thanks!
I had never noticed what a nice body Funke had, I did not look at her in a sexual way, only admiring what she possessed. She was petite in stature with medium sized breasts, nice buttocks as I found out when she dropped the towel to the floor. Her long golden black hair was wavy and flowing. Her brown eyes tended to pierce through to the depths of your soul as she looked into yours.
My gaze locked in position as I watched her pull a green summer dress from her closet. She had dropped her towel and pulled the dress over her head, shook her hair. She picked a brush up from her desk, turned and saw me looking. She smiled at me and started brushing her hair. I turned away.
Funke: What are you watching? She smiled
Funke: Are you sure?
Me: Nothing na! I just told you. i smiled
Funke came out of her office and over to my desk.
Funke: “Mercy, how long do you think you want to work here?” She asked
Me: “I need a job for a long time; I would like to work for quiet a few years. ” i replied
She then half sat on my desk right in front of me; I had to back up in my chair a little to give her room.
Funke: “Well you know the girl that worked here before, Deola did a lot for me. ”
Me: “Oh I am willing to do whatever you need me to. ” I was taking initiative now. I wanted to please her because I needed a raise as well as a job.
Funke: “So, whatever I need you to do, you will do right?” A questionable look drew across her face.
Me: “Yeah, I guess so. ”
Funke: “Well there are other things I need besides paperwork. ” She stared at me intensely. “I am a busy woman with not a lot of time for some things. ”
I looked at her with this puppy dog look, I know, I felt it.
Me: “Ummm, what other things is it you need done?”
She moved slightly to the center of my desk where my chair should be, she bent down grabbing the arms of my chair and pulled it towards her. I was now tight in between her legs, and was now beginning to understand what she wanted.
I was frozen in place as I watched her reach down with both hands, grasp her dress and started slowly pulling it up. Her a-s rested on the edge of my desk, as she was half sitting and half standing. She kept rolling up her dress; I could now see her thighs. Her thighs were a smooth milky white flesh.
My heart raced, I gazed between her legs as the cloth drew up over her hips. I was anxious about what I was to see.
The triangular shape of her bush was neatly trimmed; bikini lines were clean-shaven. Around the lips seemed to be shaven as well. I could not move.
Funke kept her eyes on my face, watching my expressions. She wasn’t sure as to yet what I would do. I did not know what I was going to do.
I had never been with a woman before although fantasies frequented my imagination of such. I knew what to do, I knew what felt good on me and I had played it out in my mind but with friends my age. Funke was older, what would she expect? Should we be doing this?