When I got into work last year I was greeted by a new manager at the restaurant in the hotel I work at. I was baffled, in fact, blown away because he is tall, tanned with dark curly hair.

He’s soooo hot and I couldn’t stop myself getting a little wet when he said, “Sophie? Is it? Please wear a longer skirt to work. Your uniform is a bit inappropriate for the restaurant.”

Samuel, the new manager said it in front of 2 other waiting staff.

I almost fainted, from embarrassment and from his charms. ‘I bet he liked my legs though’, I thought.

Then when the other’s were in the back polishing the cutlery and glasses, we were alone. I was showing him how we lay the table to ensure it was up to his standard, when I felt him brush past me. With a hard on? I still to this day don’t know if that was deliberate. But I’ll tell you what was…

He reached under my short skirt and flicked my thong.

Samuel put his hand over my mouth and whispered, “I can’t have the customers seeing this, now can I?”

Part of me wanted to get on my knees there and then and make him explode in my mouth…but I remembered the other’s were in the back.

I leant round and grabbed his raging hard cock through his tight trousers. Then we heard the back door slam as someone was entering the dining hall. We split apart. And that, that was the start of having a fling with my married manager.