I feel myself getting wet as I think about that night again. Urges start to fill me, and I can't stop myself as I reach for the vibrator I keep in my dresser and slip it between my legs. It'll have to do, I guess. Nothing compares to being with Ben.
The more I think about him, the more turned on I get. I remember how his strong hands felt sliding over my skin: rough and smooth at the same time. His lips were gentle on my neck, making me shiver all the way through my core. I feel that shiver now as the vibrations start to make my pussy tense up. The thought of his thick, hard cock, and the way it felt pushing into me brings me closer to my climax. My boss is so muscular and handsome. I know if he just stayed open and relaxed, we'd have so much fun together.
I imagine him there with me. That it's not the vibrator but his powerful dick between my legs again. I want Ben to bend me over and make me scream his name like I did that night. Nothing will ever feel as good inside of me as he does. It's more than the size and feel of his cock. The man knew how to use his hands and his tongue to pleasure me in all of the right ways. Things I never thought were possible. My juices drip at the memory of him. I don't think I'll be able to get him out of my head now. As I imagine his muscular naked body above me, filling me up and thrusting into my pussy, I cum hard.
Only slightly satisfied, I put my vibrator away and just lay there, basking in my emotions. I hope I haven’t fallen for my boss, but I definitely can't stop thinking about him. I want his hands on me again, and I shiver at the memory of his touch. I want him again. I know it probably won't happen, but I wish so much that it would.
I look at the clock. I need to get ready for work soon, but I'm still in a dreamy state of mind. Ben will probably avoid me again when I show up. Maybe there is something I can do to get his attention. I don't know, but perhaps I can try? I don't even know if I have the nerve to do that.
Slowly I get out of bed and go to my closet. I start getting out my clothes for the day. I put them on the bed and am about to grab my shower stuff when the phone rings.
“Hello?” I answer politely.
“Yes. This is Mr. Price's housekeeper. I am calling to inform you that as of Monday morning, your services will no longer be required,” she says briskly.
“I'm sorry?” I ask, even though I heard what she said.
“Monday morning, do not come in. You will not be looking after Katie anymore,” she says, before quickly hanging up.
I stare at the phone in shock. Slowly I put it down. My surprise turns to anger. I can't believe Ben didn't at least have the nerve to tell me himself. After everything that has happened, he could have done that. I kind of expected to be fired, but not like this. I think this is more hurtful than him walking out of the same room I am in.
Angrily, I grab my shower stuff and get ready. I slam everything around as I do. As I get out of the shower and start getting dressed, I'm still pissed. He can't just treat me this way. We sleep together, then he ignores me and doesn't call or talk? Now I'm fired like it was my fault? No! I'm not going to stand for this.
I get ready and leave the apartment in a hurry, slamming my front door as I do. I glare angrily at everything as I walk to work. I have every right to be angry about this. I'm halfway there when I come up with a plan. I know how to fix this situation, or at the very least, deal with it.
By the time I get there, Ben will already have left for the office as usual. He's been leaving early and staying late the past few days. Now I know why. So what I have to do is put Katie to bed like usual tonight and then wait for him in his home office. That is always the first place he goes when he gets home.
We need to talk about this issue and get it out in the open once and for all. That is the only way to deal with it. He can't go on avoiding me forever, as much as he would like to. I'm not going to let him. We need to work things out. Even though I'm beyond furious with him, I don't want to leave things on a sour note between us. I do care about him and Katie. I'm not a hateful or spiteful person. I just know I don't deserve to be treated this way, and I won't allow myself to be.