To say I’m in awe of my boss would be an understatement. She is absolutely brilliant. She can also be pretty commanding when the situation calls for it. But working under her has been a dream come true.

For months, my interest in Shana went beyond the professional. In addition to her admirable brain, she has the most incredible figure. Her luscious breasts are always tastefully displayed in expertly tailored clothing, and her legs… well, let’s just say from my first day on the job, I wouldn’t have minded having them wrapped around me.

Sometimes I’d thought the feeling was mutual. She lingered just a little bit longer than necessary when pointing out important items in documents on my monitor. Other times, she’d brushed her fingers against mine when I handed off her coffee, even though she could’ve easily taken the cup without touching me at all.

One night, however, everything changed between us.

Like so many other evenings, we stayed to work late. Shana had called my name from her office’s en-suite bathroom.

Its door sits just behind her desk. The space feels more like an apartment than a place of business. Just beyond the doorway is a dressing room featuring plush furniture and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, then further back is the shower and a separate space for the toilet. Sometimes, Shana asks me to sit in the dressing room to take dictation while she freshens up, so I thought nothing of it when she called me inside that evening.

I barged into the dressing room, expecting to find her touching up her makeup or grabbing a quick shower. Instead, I walked smack into Shana, who wore nothing but her pumps and a matching lingerie set.

“Oh!” I gasped.

I spun on my heel and rushed toward the door, careful not to look back as I sputtered, “I am so sorry!”

Much to my surprise, Shana reached out, caught my wrist in her hand and said, “You don’t have to go — unless you really want to.”

Suddenly, my feet felt rooted in place. I turned to face Shana, worried I’d see annoyance or anger etched on her face. Instead, I saw her eyes sparkle as she regarded me with great interest.

“I see the way you look at me,” Shana said softly. She took a step forward and added, “I think you’ve noticed how I look at you, too.” My boss reached out, touched my hand and said, “We work so well together, and there are more ways we can make magic.”

She lifted her arm and turned me so we stood facing the mirror. Her chest was pressed against my back. She asked, “What do you want from me?”

For a split second, it felt as if another consciousness had beamed into my body. Suddenly, the nervous tremor disappeared from my voice, and I simply blurted out, “An orgasm!”

Immediately, a fiery blush bloomed on my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that I’d said those words, so brazen and demanding.

Shana didn’t seem to mind, though. She smiled and skimmed her hands over my thighs, belly and tits.

“That can be arranged. Tell me, Sarah, what do you like?” she asked.

“I, uh, well,” I stuttered once more, feeling shy and nervous all over again.

“Oh!” Shana exclaimed. “Is this your first time, darling?”

“No. I mean, not exactly. I’ve had sex with men, but, well, I’m curious.”

She arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow and asked, “Curious?”

I swallowed hard, desperate to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth, and explained, “Yes, curious. About women. About you.”

My admission made her smile.

“As you know, I do so enjoy mentoring you, Sarah, and I think I can satisfy your curiosity — in all sorts of ways.”

One hand dipped down into the waistband of my skirt.

“Is this OK?” she asked.

Her fingers wandered lower before I could respond. She breached the elastic waistband on my panties and dove deeper. When her fingertips caressed my clit, I found my voice again and offered an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

“Good,” Shana purred. She kissed my neck, while her fingers traveled further south and pressed against my pussy hole. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful personal partnership.”

One of Shana’s elegant digits plunged into my pussy. I could tell she’d crooked her finger by the way it pressed against the front wall of my cunt and found the holy grail of pleasure tucked away inside me.

“Oh,” I sighed. My body sagged against Shana’s, and I relinquished all control.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed. “You just relax and let me take care of you.”

Her free hand snuck between our bodies and opened the zipper at the back of my skirt.

She didn’t have to ask for permission. I took a deep breath and wiggled my hips to help her undress me. When the garment hit the floor, I looked up, and my eyes connected with Shana’s in the mirror.

A dazzling smile lit up her whole face, and I knew she was pleased by what she saw. She traced the lacy elastic at the tops of my thigh-highs, eliciting a delicious shiver from me, and said, “These are very sexy.”

Her fingertips danced along the scalloped trim of my stockings, and goose bumps blossomed on my body. The way she stroked my nylons and gazed at my pumps told me they’d be staying on for the duration of our encounter.

But that wasn’t the case with my panties. Shana wasn’t gentle when she grabbed them and yanked them down my body. I kicked the discarded undies — and my skirt — out of the way. That left me clad in nothing but my stockings, shoes, button-down blouse, and bra.

Shana cupped my breasts through my top and slid her hands down my body. She smoothed a palm over my pussy, slipping downward and parting my folds with her fingers.

“My, you’re so hot and wet for me,” she murmured.

Shana ran two fingers along either side of my slit and smeared my slippery honey across my labia.

“Are you excited, darling?” she asked.

“Very,” I replied breathlessly.

I tilted my head back, resting it on her shoulder. I’m only a few inches shorter than Shana, yet we fit together so well, like two matched puzzle pieces.

“Very good,” she said.

While Shana continued to play with my pussy, her free hand popped open the buttons on my shirt. Moving upward, she unfastened them one by one, slowly exposing my torso and heaving breasts.

Finally, she reached my collar and opened the shirt to reveal my bra. She ran her hands over the lace demi cups, caressing my rapidly tightening nipples along the way. They beaded enough to be felt through the fabric, and she pinched them one after the other.

I gasped from her harsh treatment. The pressure of her fingertips caused a bit of pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure I also felt. My sex, already slick with dew, seemed to gush even more when she squeezed each bud.

“Yes,” I moaned.

My back bowed, bumping my butt against Shana. She laughed in a playful way I’d never heard her do before. It was a light, tinkling sound — like crystal prisms on a chandelier clinking against one another to create a delicate melody.

Shana reached inside one bra cup and eased my breast over the top, then she did the same with the other. The plump mounds of flesh sat there supported by the shelf of my disheveled bra.

“Look at these beautiful breasts,” Shana said with a sigh. She cupped one in her hand and kneaded its pliant flesh. “Do you like playing with your breasts, Sarah?”

She rolled one turgid bud between her fingers and sent another electric jolt of lust straight to my core.

“Yes!” I enthusiastically replied.

The pulsing sensation in my pussy grew stronger, and its rhythm directed my body, instructing me to follow the beat set by my libido.

Shana resumed finger-fucking me. The orgasmic pressure was already building inside my body when she rocked the heel of her palm against my throbbing clit.

“Oh God!” I cried out.

“That’s right,” she cooed. “Come for me, baby.”

Sweet, delicious relief washed over my body as my orgasmic juices glossed Shana’s hand. Evidence of my pleasure flowed freely from my core, spritzing us both in its syrupy elixir.

“Oh yes,” Shana whispered.

She continued to pump her fingers into my pussy, milking every last drop of nectar from my sex.

When my breathing steadied and the tremors subsided, she eased her fingers from my channel and insisted, “Now, show me how you love yourself.”

She stepped back, and I stumbled, as unsteady as a newborn foal feeling her legs for the first time.

“Don’t be shy,” she teased. “I can start if that will help.”

I gulped down the lump that had risen in my throat and nodded.

“Yes, you first,” I said.

Shameless Shana popped a finger in her mouth and sucked it until her cheeks grew hollow. When she slipped the digit from her lips, it glistened with her saliva.

“Now you,” she said, gazing at me expectantly.

I mirrored her movements exactly, right up to pulling my finger from my mouth with a pop. But after that, our paths diverged. While Shana went directly for her clit, I chose to stimulate my nipples first. I circled my fingertip over one erect nub, charting a similar path to the one she’d plotted before. I basked in the delicious agony of anticipation, then I plucked the sensitive peak with my fingers before moving on to the other one.

By the time I slid my fingers down my torso to reach my mound, Shana was already pistoning her fingers in and out of her pussy — hard. She fucked herself with the same determination she reserved for managing our most exacting clients, and just like her work in the boardroom, her enthusiasm was contagious.

“Do you ever think about me when you masturbate, Sarah?”

I felt a lie forming on my tongue, but I bit it back and spoke my truth instead: “Yes.”

She sighed, “Good. Next time, think of this.”

Shana’s glossy hair whipped around when she tossed her head back. Her lips parted to release a primal cry. From the sound of it, and the way her hips jerked, I knew she was coming all over her own fingers — and knowing that fact made my own desire spike exponentially.

Within seconds, the room was filled with a delightful chorus of feminine moans. The sounds we produced echoed off the walls. They were a pure, passionate expression of unbridled womanly pleasure. The sexy, confident boss who championed my ideas and supported my professional ascent had unlocked a new and exciting facet of my personality, one that I knew she’d continue to cherish and nurture.