I was sitting in the office until late, as usual. The computer light was already glaring, and it had long since gotten dark outside. Elena Sergeevna, my boss, was usually the last one to leave, but that evening she suddenly summoned me. "Come in," she said curtly into the chat. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought. Another report, which I must have screwed up somewhere again. I walked in and immediately caught that scent—her expensive perfume and something else, barely perceptible, that always took my breath away. She was sitting at her desk in her usual office attire: a black leather skirt hugging her hips so tightly it seemed about to split, a white blouse unbuttoned one button too many, and under the desk—those same black stockings and high-heeled shoes. Black, patent leather, with a pointed toe. I tried not to look. It didn't work out well. "Sit down," she said, without looking up from the screen. Her voice was even, but it already had that note that usuall... continue reading

I've been working at this office for six months now. During this time, I've never received a reprimand and have always performed my work with excellence. I'm almost 23 years old and eager to advance my career. I've been in the office of my boss several times, a woman whose name many colleagues were afraid to pronounce out loud. Vera Nikolaevna, a 38-year-old woman known for her strictness. A tall, stately woman with long legs and ample D-cup breasts, her red hair and green eyes intimidated many, especially when she lost her temper. When Vera Nikolaevna was angry, it seemed as if lightning flashed from her beautiful eyes, especially if one of her coworkers made a mistake. I was captivated by her as a professional and as a woman. When I brought her reports, I noticed how carefully she studied me. She never raised her voice at me and was always satisfied with my work. I like older women. With them, I can not only discuss various topics but also enjoy a unique sexual exp... continue reading