(1)
I woke up this morning feeling a little under the weather so I decided to call off from work and stay home in bed. My boss is a very understanding man so it shouldn't be a problem, plus I kinda got the feeling he had a little crush on me so he may just be a big push over. I sat up on the edge of the bed and dialed his cell, he answered on the third ring already knowing it was me.
"Hello Tiffany, to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice this morning on my personal line."
I cleared my throat before responding, "Good morning Emmit, how are you? hopefully doing better than me, I feel like shit and don't think I'll be coming in today. Hell I don't think I'll make it out of bed, I just may be coming down with the flu, my head, throat and stomach hurts."
Without hesitation he told me to stay home and get some rest, he also let me know that he would be stopping by around lunch time to check on me and see if there was anything he could do for me, which I thought was sweet and definitely put an end to my suspicions about his crush on me.
I hung up the phone then pulled myself out of bed, my body was aching badly. I opted to take a long hot bath instead of a shower due to the fact that standing made me dizzy and maybe the bath would help relax my body so I could go back to bed and get more sleep. I'll eat a light breakfast, maybe some toast and drink some hot tea, my plans are once I'm back in bed to stay there and sleep this shit off, I hate being sick and really needed this day off, being head of human resources at that damn hotel was beginning to take it's toll.
My boss made it easy for me to come to work happy though, he was a sight for sore eyes, he's a fine chocolate brother, he stands about six feet and some inches, and damn sure could hang a suit nicely. I've often caught myself starring at his crotch wondering if his dick matched his body, he always smells so good and kept himself nicely shaven, all the women around the department threw themselves at him except me, they were a really sad sight to see.
(2)
After my bath I ate my toast and curled up in my bed with a nice hot cup of tea, I rolled up in my blanket and turned on the television but as it turned out, instead of me watching the television it was watching me as I drifted off to sleep. I was probally sleep about a good three hours when I was awaken by the television blarring to court tv.
I sat up and turned the television down, then yawned and instantly got disgusted from the smell that was coming out of my mouth so I quickly ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle my mouth. The moment I sat down to pee the phone rang so I stopped my pee in mid-flow to run and grab the phone off the bed, out of breath I answered the phone breathing heavily.
"Hello"
It was my boss calling right on schedule, "Helloo Tiffany, am I interrupting something? How are you feeling?"
I headed back to the bathroom and eased myself back down on the toilet to finish my pee before I answered him,
"I'm feeling a little better, actually I just woke up, what's up boss man?"
He cleared his throat and laughed a little bit, "You know I like it when you call me that, I was out of the office eating lunch so I grabbed you something to eat as well, hope you're hungry, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," then he hung up without waithing for me to respond.
I jumped up off the toilet and took a quick shower then pulled my hair back into a ponytail, slapped on a little cheek blush and some lipgloss then mist myself with a light floral scented body spray, now to decide what I was going to put on, I think it should be something sexy and barely there.
After fumbling through the closet I finally came out with a little slinky red house dress that had a sheer robe to it, this should have his eyes popping out of his head. I gave myself a once over in the mirror,
"Damn I'm sexy if I may say so myself."
Then I headed off to the livingroom and unlocked the door then sat in the chaise lounge chair off in the corner where the sunlight hit my golden skin just right and gave it a nice little glo.
Shortly after I got comfortable and situated myself in my seat with a cup of tea, Emmit arrived and was banging on the door like he was the police, almost knocked me off my seat and the tea would have been all in my lap, kind of defeated the purpose of me unlocking the damn door.
"Come on in Emmit, the door is already open."
(3)
Emmit opened the door and stepped in and my mouth immediately flew open, damn near drooling on my chin. He was wearing a chocolate Armani Suit with a butter cream shirt that set off his chocolate skin just right. He shut the door behind him and locked it then shook his head at me before speaking.
"Now Tiffany, I know you were taught better than that, just telling someone to come in without knowing who it is, How did you know it was me? I could have been somebody coming to kill you woman, or even take some of your goodies," he said with a devilish grin on his face.
I sat up in my chair and crossed my legs so that the back of my thigh was exposed, then giggled,
"Well you're not just anybody, you're Emmit, now what's in the bag? Is that for me, I'm starving."
Emmit couldn't get a word out of his mouth to answer me because he was standing there like a deer caught in the headlights while his eyes roam my entire body, ending at my now over exposed thigh. I cleared my throat and asked again,
"Umm hello, earth to Emmit, I asked what's in the bag, are you gonna answer me or just keep standing there making me sit here and wonder."
He finally snapped back to reality when I shifted my position and pulled my dress down and pulled the robe closed.
"I'm sorry Tiffany, did you say something?"
He smiled then handed me the bag, which now I could fully recognize the scent of chicken soup and fresh baked bread.
"Thank you so much for bringing this, I would have stayed in bed all day, and you can take a seat you know, I don't bite, and besides you're starting to wear a hole in my carpet."
He smiled that little develish grin again, then he pulled up one of my dining room chairs to sit right in front of me.
(4)
Emmit and I sat there and talked and laughed a little bit before he glanced at his watch and realized he'd now been gone away from the office for almost two hours, he stood up and took a long stretch which put his crotch right at my eye level, and man was I getting an eyeful. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet,
"Well Ms lady, boss man has to get ready to go, is it possible to get a friendly little hug before I leave?"
He placed his big hands firmly around my waist and pulled me in really close to him then placed his nose in my neck and lightly sniffed the floral body spray then let out a moan,
"Mmm.... Damn girl, you smell good. I better let you go before we both be in trouble."
I dont know what he ment by that but by the large bulge in his pants now rising up on my stomach, I had a pretty good idea. He let go of my waist and took a step back, he then looked me up and down and shook his head then headed for the door, I followed behind him so I could lock it but not before thanking him for the lunch, conversation and laughs which I really needed.
As soon as Emmit was completely out the door I locked it then leaned my back against it then took my right hand and caressed my breast while sliding my left hand under my dress and into my underwear. Just as I was about to catch my groove, there was a knock at the door, I turned around to look out the peep hole, low and behold it was Emmit. Although he couldn't see me, I felt a little ashamed and wondered should I open the door.
"Who is it?" I yelled out, as if I didn't know who was on the other side of the door.
"It's Emmit, I got all the way to my car and realized I didn't have my keys."
I'm thinking to myself, Oh shit as I look down and see my nipples are hard and sticking out through my dress. I tried to calm them down by pushing them in, but that didn't help, it only made them harder and between my legs got wetter. He knocked once again, tapping a beat and singing my name.
(5)
Tiffany, hellooo Tiffany can you hear me?"
I cleared my throat then slowly opened the door, I didn't want to leave him standing on the doorstep too long, then he'd really be wondering what the hell I was doing.
"I'm sorry Emmit, I had to get myself back together, I just climbed back in the bed but come on in and I'll help you look for them."
Emmit strolled slowly through the door looking over every inch of my body as if he'd lost those keys in my dress. My nipples were still hard and now throbbing and calling out to the ripples of wetness dripping in my panties, making me wonder what boss man was packing in his underwear. I shut the door to turn around and find him still standing there looking at me and licking his lips.
"Emmit, why are you looking at me that way? you're beginning to make me nervous!"
He begin to laugh this little sexy but creepy kind of laugh and rubbing his hands together,
"Do I really make you nervous Tiffany? or do I make you want to rip off my clothes and straddle me?"
I opened my eyes and mouth wide in disbelief, I couldn't believe he was talking to me that way, I was getting even more turned on now, I must control myself.
My boss made it easy for me to come to work happy though, he was a sight for sore eyes, he's a fine chocolate brother, he stands about six feet and some inches, and damn sure could hang a suit nicely. I've often caught myself starring at his crotch wondering if his dick matched his body, he always smells so good and kept himself nicely shaven, all the women around the department threw themselves at him except me, they were a really sad sight to see.
(2)
After my bath I ate my toast and curled up in my bed with a nice hot cup of tea, I rolled up in my blanket and turned on the television but as it turned out, instead of me watching the television it was watching me as I drifted off to sleep. I was probally sleep about a good three hours when I was awaken by the television blarring to court tv.
I sat up and turned the television down, then yawned and instantly got disgusted from the smell that was coming out of my mouth so I quickly ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle my mouth. The moment I sat down to pee the phone rang so I stopped my pee in mid-flow to run and grab the phone off the bed, out of breath I answered the phone breathing heavily.
"Hello"
It was my boss calling right on schedule, "Helloo Tiffany, am I interrupting something? How are you feeling?"
I headed back to the bathroom and eased myself back down on the toilet to finish my pee before I answered him,
"I'm feeling a little better, actually I just woke up, what's up boss man?"
He cleared his throat and laughed a little bit, "You know I like it when you call me that, I was out of the office eating lunch so I grabbed you something to eat as well, hope you're hungry, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," then he hung up without waithing for me to respond.
I jumped up off the toilet and took a quick shower then pulled my hair back into a ponytail, slapped on a little cheek blush and some lipgloss then mist myself with a light floral scented body spray, now to decide what I was going to put on, I think it should be something sexy and barely there.
After fumbling through the closet I finally came out with a little slinky red house dress that had a sheer robe to it, this should have his eyes popping out of his head. I gave myself a once over in the mirror,
"Damn I'm sexy if I may say so myself."
Then I headed off to the livingroom and unlocked the door then sat in the chaise lounge chair off in the corner where the sunlight hit my golden skin just right and gave it a nice little glo.
Shortly after I got comfortable and situated myself in my seat with a cup of tea, Emmit arrived and was banging on the door like he was the police, almost knocked me off my seat and the tea would have been all in my lap, kind of defeated the purpose of me unlocking the damn door.
"Come on in Emmit, the door is already open."
(3)
Emmit opened the door and stepped in and my mouth immediately flew open, damn near drooling on my chin. He was wearing a chocolate Armani Suit with a butter cream shirt that set off his chocolate skin just right. He shut the door behind him and locked it then shook his head at me before speaking.
"Now Tiffany, I know you were taught better than that, just telling someone to come in without knowing who it is, How did you know it was me? I could have been somebody coming to kill you woman, or even take some of your goodies," he said with a devilish grin on his face.
I sat up in my chair and crossed my legs so that the back of my thigh was exposed, then giggled,
"Well you're not just anybody, you're Emmit, now what's in the bag? Is that for me, I'm starving."
Emmit couldn't get a word out of his mouth to answer me because he was standing there like a deer caught in the headlights while his eyes roam my entire body, ending at my now over exposed thigh. I cleared my throat and asked again,
"Umm hello, earth to Emmit, I asked what's in the bag, are you gonna answer me or just keep standing there making me sit here and wonder."
He finally snapped back to reality when I shifted my position and pulled my dress down and pulled the robe closed.
"I'm sorry Tiffany, did you say something?"
He smiled then handed me the bag, which now I could fully recognize the scent of chicken soup and fresh baked bread.
"Thank you so much for bringing this, I would have stayed in bed all day, and you can take a seat you know, I don't bite, and besides you're starting to wear a hole in my carpet."
He smiled that little develish grin again, then he pulled up one of my dining room chairs to sit right in front of me.
(4)
Emmit and I sat there and talked and laughed a little bit before he glanced at his watch and realized he'd now been gone away from the office for almost two hours, he stood up and took a long stretch which put his crotch right at my eye level, and man was I getting an eyeful. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet,
"Well Ms lady, boss man has to get ready to go, is it possible to get a friendly little hug before I leave?"
He placed his big hands firmly around my waist and pulled me in really close to him then placed his nose in my neck and lightly sniffed the floral body spray then let out a moan,
"Mmm.... Damn girl, you smell good. I better let you go before we both be in trouble."
I dont know what he ment by that but by the large bulge in his pants now rising up on my stomach, I had a pretty good idea. He let go of my waist and took a step back, he then looked me up and down and shook his head then headed for the door, I followed behind him so I could lock it but not before thanking him for the lunch, conversation and laughs which I really needed.
As soon as Emmit was completely out the door I locked it then leaned my back against it then took my right hand and caressed my breast while sliding my left hand under my dress and into my underwear. Just as I was about to catch my groove, there was a knock at the door, I turned around to look out the peep hole, low and behold it was Emmit. Although he couldn't see me, I felt a little ashamed and wondered should I open the door.
"Who is it?" I yelled out, as if I didn't know who was on the other side of the door.
"It's Emmit, I got all the way to my car and realized I didn't have my keys."
I'm thinking to myself, Oh shit as I look down and see my nipples are hard and sticking out through my dress. I tried to calm them down by pushing them in, but that didn't help, it only made them harder and between my legs got wetter. He knocked once again, tapping a beat and singing my name.
(5)
Tiffany, hellooo Tiffany can you hear me?"
I cleared my throat then slowly opened the door, I didn't want to leave him standing on the doorstep too long, then he'd really be wondering what the hell I was doing.
"I'm sorry Emmit, I had to get myself back together, I just climbed back in the bed but come on in and I'll help you look for them."
Emmit strolled slowly through the door looking over every inch of my body as if he'd lost those keys in my dress. My nipples were still hard and now throbbing and calling out to the ripples of wetness dripping in my panties, making me wonder what boss man was packing in his underwear. I shut the door to turn around and find him still standing there looking at me and licking his lips.
"Emmit, why are you looking at me that way? you're beginning to make me nervous!"
He begin to laugh this little sexy but creepy kind of laugh and rubbing his hands together,
"Do I really make you nervous Tiffany? or do I make you want to rip off my clothes and straddle me?"
I opened my eyes and mouth wide in disbelief, I couldn't believe he was talking to me that way, I was getting even more turned on now, I must control myself.
