Hot female boss gives man the "okay' to fulfill his desires. by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully. "The same?" he asked. "Yea," Evan nodded. Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter. Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible "do not touch" aura about her. He needed the job so he didn't touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat. "Ready for another one?" he asked. "Not yet," Evan began. "Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?" The bartender chuckled, "I don't know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you'll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I'm working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it's all a trap." "I guess," Evan sighed. "So who is she?" "My boss," Evan moaned. "Damn son, you know how to pick them," Rocky exclaimed. "Yea, like I had a choice. I don't know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by." "Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job." "If I tell her how I feel, I'll have to get another job," Evan said. "I'll take that beer now." Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one. "You want to start a tab?" Rocky asked. "No," Evan replied. "Ok, but it could be a long night," Rocky said. "It doesn't look like the rain isn't letting up any." "I want to be sober when I leave," Evan replied. After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn't stopped, but Evan didn't care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss's car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window. "My car won't start," his boss said. I don't have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. "Did you call the tow truck?" he asked. "Yes, but they won't get here for a couple of hours," she replied. "My place is just up the road. Why don't you get in and we can wait there." Half expecting her to say she'd rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left. "I'm so glad you stopped," she said wiping her brow. "No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway." "You're always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna," she replied. "Okay, Jenna. Then we're off to my place." He couldn't believe she said that. Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. "Oh you have a balcony," Jenna said. "You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room." He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her. "Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?" he asked. "Wine would be fine," she said as she sat on the sofa. Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the...
