A new job

I have been unemployed for a few months, but I just got a new job at a coffee shop that just opened in my town. I am really excited about it because I have always wanted to be a barista. My first day was nice and went without much hassle, I only had to serve a few clients because since it had just opened, we did not get a lot of people come in just yet.

My fellow coworkers were just a nice girl who cleaned, basically a maid, and a guy who was a waiter with me. There was also a chef so someone would make the sandwiches and other appetizers we serve. My boss is a mature man, at least 50 years old, married to a woman who is at least 20 years younger than him.

One day, our maid could not go to the shop because she was caught in a traffic jam, so I assumed her position for the day, leaving the waiter work by himself. Luckily, that day we only got about 4 or 5 clients, so it was quiet and I did not feel guilty for leaving the waiter alone. However, things started to get more interesting at night, during closing time. I had no way to go home, because of the aforementioned traffic jam blocking taxis, so my boss offered to drive me.

He had always been super nice to me and the other employees, but usually his wife was around so he never really interacted much with me. I am short, have short brown hair, blue eyes and rather good attributes. Sometimes, I felt like my boss’ wife looked at me and the maid in jealousy, maybe because we were younger and stuff. She made me a bit uneasy.

Moving forward, my boss offered to drive me home and I accepted innocently. I really did not think much of it, but I never imagined he was planning something else. He was a tall man with a prominent belly, white-ish short hair and really penetrating green eyes. I think he was of Portuguese ascendance, and he had a slight accent I could not recognize. We went into his car and he kept telling me that he knew a way to drive to my house while avoiding the traffic jam.

In the car, he kept talking to me and asking me questions. He was not treating me as if I was another of his employees, but a friend. I think we got warmed up to each other fairly quickly. He was being really nice, and before I knew it we were driving on a road I had never taken before. “Where are we going?” I asked with a smile, hiding my growing concern as we drove into the unknown darkness. “I’m taking you to my house for a glass of wine, if you’d like” he said confidently.

“Oh” I said. “So a change of plans, fine. Isn’t your wife at home?” I asked in a serious tone, and he chuckled. “She did not go to work today because she’s visiting her parents. The house is alone right now. No, we do not have kids. I never wanted to, something she still opposes” he said with a smile, then looked at me. He had a way to make me feel safe, I could just reject his invitation to his house.

We continued our ride talking, then we reached his house. It was rather big and modern, and had a beautiful fountain in the front. “You have a really nice house” I said, and he thanked me. We went inside and walked right into the kitchen, and he told me to sit down on a stool by the counter. He got out a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine I had never seen before, then we began to drink it while still talking.

My boss is a charismatic man. He could easily keep our conversation afloat, even when I was not sure about what to say. Gradually, he got more into personal territory with his questions. “Are you dating someone right now?” he asked, smile still wide on his face. I looked down as I said that I was not, and that in fact I have been single for a while now.

“Odd, for such a pretty lady” he said, then took a sip of his wine and looked back at me. “Do you like older men?” he asked with a smile still fixated on his face, not looking creepy but welcoming. “Well, I am mature enough to know who to date” I said, trying to sound clever. He gently put his hand on my face and slowly came closer to me, planting a smooth kiss on my lips.

“I think I may have a thing for younger girls” he said, then chuckled. I was blushing and smiling, and it all felt like high school or something of the sort. He kissed me again, and we continued to make out right there in the kitchen. He slid his hand down to my boob and squeezed it, and I was not going to stop him. I sort of liked this, being honest.

I gave in and let him do as he pleased, so he held me up and sat me down on the counter, then continued to kiss me as he unzipped my shirt, letting my bare breast out. He kissed me on the neck then slowly went down to start sucking on my nipples. By this point, I was using my feet to touch his crotch, and I could feel his already hard cock. It was pretty large, or at least felt like so under his jeans.

He slowly undid my skirt, then slid his hand under my panties and inserted his finger into my pussy, quickly beginning to finger me. When I felt his big finger entering me, I almost immediately spread my legs over the counter and let him more easily finger me. He stopped to remove my panties, then bent down to give me head. He was very good at it, just like a mature man would. I kept thinking about how lucky his wife was to have such a skilled man.

While giving me head, he undid his jeans and let his cock out, gently stroking it and lubricating it with his precum. While kissing me, in a swift motion, he penetrated me right on top of the counter and his penis felt larger than I had imagined. He pulled out and had me gush over him. I had not realized how good it felt to be fucked by him, he had such a skill level.

He continued to fuck me on top of the counter then flipped me over it and penetrated me on my ass. It was painful at first because his cock is rather fat, but my ass dilated quickly and it felt very pleasurable. He continued to ram me until he had to come, and let his load over my butt cheeks, it was warm and plentiful. We cleaned up and got dressed again, then went into his car so he could drive me home.

“I hope you liked our short date” he said, starting the engine. “It was pleasurable” I said, then laughed to myself. “Special employee treatment” he said, then chuckled. Our ride to my house was more silent than the ride to his house, but he kept his hand on my lap, gently stroking it while he drove with his other hand.

He dropped me on the front of my house, but kissed me before I could leave the car. “Take care, and see you tomorrow” he said with his enchanting, charismatic smile as I got out of the car. “Of course, boss” I said, then left him behind and he drove away. I walked into my house and I could still not believe what had just happened. Was I having my new boss cheat on his wife with me?

This could mean a potential career boost for me, but for all I knew he could also be fucking the girl who works cleaning the coffee shop. I think she’s been working with him for A slightly longer time. The rest of the week, while his wife was visiting her parents, he kept taking me to his house so we could fuck, and he kept getting nastier.

After two weeks of continued fucking and passion, his wife came back and her bossy aura could be felt all over the shop. I stayed distant from my boss, and I did not know how was their relationship going, but she seemed to really like him. All in all, I could not wait until she left again or something so I could resume my dating her husband. Maybe he enjoyed fucking me more than he did fucking her.

So yeah, this new job has certainly been quite the experience. I think I’ll remain single for a little longer.