Erotic story: The boss’s brother

by LotteLust
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What has gotten into me?! Well, I actually know…I was horny and he was available… It’s that simple. Add a lot of alcohol and a dash of euphoria into the mix and you have a deliciously scandalous cocktail of an evening…well, a night.

So it all started at my boss’s birthday party, after we had done a very important presentation for our biggest client that day. It had gone really well and everyone was very enthusiastic, hence the euphoria. And that is why at just 1 p.m., we had already tapped into our first glass of bubbles. From then on, it actually went very quickly with the drinks.

My boss celebrated her birthday that same Friday night at the office. We had included some festive decoration and a cake, and she brought a few dozen bubbles herself. Halfway through the evening an Uber person brought pizza. And that’s really all I needed for a perfect evening.

It was super fun. There were some other people too. Two colleagues had brought their girlfriends and the brother of my boss was there. And well…that’s where it kinda went wrong.

It was late at night – or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it – and there was only a small group of us left. Three female colleagues, my boss, my boss’s brother Job, and myself. We were all pretty tipsy. The music had been turned up and the pleasant chat gave way to corny dances and twerking contests.

I walk back down the hall from the bathroom when I run into Job. We have eye contact. He looks naughtily at me and comes closer. The music is still very loud in the hallway, so I automatically start to dance with him a bit. Soon, I feel his hand wander backwards past my hip over the smooth fabric of my dress. This all feels way too good. He pulls me closer and before I know it, I feel his lips on mine. An innocent kiss quickly turns into an eager French kiss – until I realize what I’m doing and push him away. With my arms out, I keep him at a distance.

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“What? Why not?” he asks, surprised. As if it was obvious this was going to happen.

“How about the fact that you are my boss’s brother, that we are at my work, and that someone can walk into the hall at any time.” I snort and start to walk past him, back into the office space. But he stops me and his tongue finds mine again. It all tastes too good and I eagerly get back into it again, but then I really tear myself away and run inside the office.

It is very hot in the office and I regularly step out into the coolness of the hallway. Is it because I want him to follow me? I have no idea. I have no idea anymore why I do what I do, and what I actually want. I always flirt and Job was an easy target today, but I had absolutely no intention of going beyond that. Well, now that that plan has already failed …

He indeed follows me and immediately, we are talking in the hallway again. Once again, it’s just too good to quit. It would be bizarre if the others hadn’t realized our absence by now, but I still held hope – in vain, I soon find out. Because when I walk back a little later, I feel heavily watched. But no one says anything so I pretend nothing is wrong.

It is already the middle of the night and almost everyone has gone outside for a smoke or a breath of fresh air. I start tidying up and walk into the kitchen. Suddenly, Job is behind me. His hands are everywhere. They slide from my breasts over my stomach and to my hips further down. The fabric of my dress is so thin that he slips easily between my legs. His tongue, meanwhile, explores my neck and finds my earlobe. It’s so tempting to give in to this. I turn and slide my tongue deep into his mouth. I can’t help but bite his lip, probably just a little too hard but I don’t care. When he starts to move his hand between my legs, I gasp. I’m so fucking wet. Just as I make a very feeble attempt to stop him when he tries to get under my dress, I hear voices approaching and push him away again.

“Was it good?” asks Sophie, my colleague, later on. Teasing me when we are alone. ‘Oh no’, I think. ‘What have I done?’ But she assures me that our boss just thinks it’s really funny. It reassures me, but he’s still very young and I’m still very tipsy, and we are still at the office…

A little later, when I see Job chatting with Sophie and another colleague, I sit down next to him. While we are chatting there, he starts to play with my body. His hand slides from my thigh to my butt, then over my shoulder where he slides into my dress from above and squeezes my nipple. As if I wasn’t horny enough yet.

“Are you coming?” He whispers in my ear. The party is clearly coming to an end and the idea that I am going home in this state seems impossible.

“Ok.” As soon as I say this, he jumps up and runs away.

I meet him again at the toilet where we dive into the small, not very clean cubicle together. But I don’t care much at this point. Soon, he slides his hand under my dress into my pants. I cling to him because my legs don’t hold me anymore. I can no longer control my breath and I gasp and moan in his ear in pleasure. My hand slips into his pants, over his butt, and further to the front. I want him in me. I turn around and I am so wet he slides in easily and starts to thrust. I am impatient and want to come. Leaning against the wall with one hand, I slide my other hand between my legs. The build-up has been so long and I am so horny that I barely have to touch myself to reach a dull climax. I tremble for a few seconds, before I am done with it.

I walk out of the toilet without looking at him again.

When I see that almost everyone has already gone out, I quickly pack my things.

This will make things very uncomfortable at work, but it was totally worth it. 

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