Anne, my future wife, and I broke up one summer. It happened now and then. There were little spats, then we made up. This time was a bit more intense than others. She moved out and stayed with her sister. We were still in regular contact, but it was a rough patch.

At the time Anne was working as an intern in the summer months. It was a pretty small company and very old school. The senior partner, her ultimate boss, was in his late 60s, getting ready to retire.

Anne wasn't in the right mindset to be old school. She was young. She was sexy. She was newly single and more than a little heartbroken. She was by no means bad at the job, she always took her job seriously. Instead, her rebellion took the form of wearing sundresses with ever shrinking hemlines. She really enjoyed the attention the other employees were giving her.

No one ever said anything to her. But she caught a of the guys, and not few of the women, staring at her ass or her chest. It was the confidence boast she was looking for. She started wearing cute panties and trying to playfully let her coworkers get glimpses. She loved being seen. Finally, one especially hot day, she chose not to wear underwear at all.

It wasn't spontaneous. She knew she wanted to do it. She got waxed so she was smooth, with only a little landing strip. She also chose a slightly longer dress than she had been wearing for the last week. She went to work extremely horny. All through the day, anytime someone even glanced her way, she blushed and felt herself get wet.

She began the day discreetly. Only giving the occasional flash or tantalizing glimpse, especially to the people she knew had been staring at her. Just enough to make them wonder if they'd seen what they thought they saw.

By noon she had to step into the bathroom and masturbate to relieve the tension she'd built up. It only made things worse. When she returned, she was bolder than before. She did everything she could to make her sundress swirl and flip. She moved beyond quick glimpses and made sure anyone watching got a look. She bent over a few times to get items off her desk or the floor and finally, at the end of the day, she climbed a little step stool to get a file from a high shelf, making sure everyone in the room had the chance to see up her skirt. She was as horny as she could ever remember being. She wanted to spin around and see who was watching her. She held off.

Ironically it made her a better employee. She was filled with nervous energy and raced through the day, checking item after item off her to do list. She couldn't wait for the end of the day, to go home and fuck herself, over and over again.

She was on her way out the door when she was intercepted by her boss.

"Anne, we need to talk."

She followed him back to his office nervously. He closed the door and sat behind his desk. She sat in the chair across from him.

"Anne. As our intern it's our responsibility to teach you not just how to do the job, but to be a professional as well. Do you think what happened today was professional?"

"No sir." Anne was nervous, embarrassed, and extremely aroused. It was a wild combination for her.

"Do I have your assurance that it will never happen again?" He was stern and authoritative.

"Yes sir."

"And your assurance that you be coming to work in professional attire?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. You may go." Anne sat stunned. She hadn’t expected the reprimand. But when it came, she'd expected to be fired. Her boss watched over the rim of his glasses, waiting for her to go. Her hesitation stretched out. Became awkward. Uncomfortable.

"Is that all sir?” She finally asked.

He gave a peculiar little sigh, one that Anne couldn't even begin to decipher, and he shook his head. Another minute passed.

"Show me." He finally said. His voice was as stern as ever.

"What?"

"You are young. You are attractive. You are obviously in a certain mindset. You want to be seen. Show me."

"Am I fired if I don't?"

He shook his head. Spoke again with the same stern and authoritative tone.

"Only one person in this room will be in trouble if this goes ahead, and it isn't you. It might not feel like it at this moment Anne, but you have all the power here."

Anne sat quietly for a minute. Then slowly pushed back the chair. Far enough that he could see her. She slowly lifted her sundress until she was exposed. She closed her eyes and sighed. Then opened then again. Her boss was transfixed.

She slowly, teasingly, opened her legs for him. Letting him see her. He leaned forward, almost studying her. She felt her entire body flush with heat. There was a surge of wetness between her legs. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. The consequences could be extreme. She looked at his face, his eyes where fixed on her pussy.

She slid her hands between her legs, slowly spread her lips open, opening herself wide for him. She gasped at the rush of feeling that surged through her. She moved a finger between her lips, felt her intense wetness. She started to slide the finger in.

"Take off your dress." He said suddenly. Anne paused, confused, for a moment. She stood up, pulled her dress up over her head, exposing her green bra.

"The bra too." He insisted. She unclipped the bra. Let it drop to the floor beside her dress. Her boss watched her from behind his desk, almost clinically. She slowly spun around, letting him see her whole body. She held her breath, even as her heart pounded frantically. Her boss steepled his hands together on the desk in front of him and nodded slightly. She let breath out. She was feeling lightheaded, carried away by the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.

She looked at her boss and slowly lowered herself back into the chair. She slid her hands back between her legs, then slid her fingers into her pussy. She was soaking. She loved it. She pushed her fingers in deep, repeatedly, slowly picking up speed, more for the show she was giving than for herself. She started to moan, louder and louder for him to hear. She started to rub her clit, hard and fast. Her orgasm overcame her swiftly, unexpectedly, and she almost screamed when she came.

She closed her eyes and collapsed back into her chair. She heard a shuffling sound and before she could open her eyes again she felt him gripping her arm. His hand was like a vise, solid, irresistible. She didn't want to resist.

He pulled upright, then bent her over his desk. She heard him unbuckle his belt behind her. He pushed her against the solid wood, driving the air from her lungs. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pushed her head against the desk and thrust. He was inside her. She was still soaking. He slid in deep. Hard. She gasped. He started pumping into her. No condom. She almost said something. Then realized she didn't want to.

She opened her eyes. She was next to the portrait of his family that her boss kept on his desk. Him, his wife, his daughter that was almost twice Anne's age. She smiled as he pushed her head hard against the desk.

He didn't last long. He thrust hard a few times and gasped. He pulled back on her hair, lifting her head, and then he came.

He stepped back and quickly buckled his pants. Anne took her time getting up, letting him watch her body. She could feel his cum seeping out of her. He watched, smiling as she put on her bra and pulled her dress back on.

The Chronology of Anne