I had at all times been attracted to my boss, Mr. Jacobs. He was tall, dark and handsome and exuded confidence and power. I knew that it was taboo to have any sort of relationship with him, but the desire burned within me like a forest fire. It was as though I was under a spell, and I couldn’t withstand his magnetic pull.
I was momentarily taken aback. Was he really asking me to join him in the shower? But then my desire took over, and I agreed to follow him to the locker room.
The locker room was empty, and the sound of the running water from the shower was soothing. Mr. Jacobs led me to a spacious shower cubicle. He slowly undressed, revealing his muscular frame. His broad chest and chiseled abs were breathtaking. He was already dressed in nothing but a pair of black briefs.
“Come on in,” he said, as he removed his briefs.
It was then that I could see the full extent of his manhood. It was gigantic. Thick and long, it was an erotic temptation that I couldn’t withstand. I felt my body heating up as he turned on the water, and steam filled the space.
He gestured to me to join him, and I slowly undressed as well. My naked body paled in comparison to his, and I shivered with excitement as I stepped into the shower cubicle with him.
He pulled me close, and I felt his hard chest against mine. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “This is just between us.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. I was nervous, yet excited about what was about to happen. He put his hand on my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
His lips were soft and sensuous, and I felt myself melting into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervor.
Our naked bodies pressed against each other, and I could feel the heat from his skin. He was an expert kisser, and he knew what he was doing. I was in a trance, and there was no turning back.
I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the bumpy scars of his muscles under my fingers. I could sense his arousal growing against my stomach. I felt like I was on fire, and I wanted more.
He lifted me in his arms and placed me against the wall of the shower cubicle. He parted my legs and entered me slowly. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His hard member filled me up perfectly, and I felt my body arching towards him in pleasure.
He pumped in and out of me rhythmically, and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. It was as though he knew exactly how to please me, and I felt like I was losing control.
“Come for me,” he whispered in my ear.
As if on cue, I felt my body tensing up, and I let out a loud scream as my body convulsed in ecstasy. He continued to pump in and out of me, and I felt him reaching his climax soon after me.
We held each other for what seemed like an eternity in the steam-filled cubicle. We had both broken the rules, and we knew that there would be consequences. But for that moment, we existed only for one another.
As we slowly dressed and left the locker room, I knew that my relationship with Mr. Jacobs would never be the same. We had crossed a forbidden line, but I had no regrets.