sex with the boss
Posted Tue May 04, 2010 11:40 PM
I walked in and asked to speak to the manager and small young lady in jean shorts, a red tshirt that not only featured the businesses name but also her shapely breasts, came to me.
I explained why I was there and she looked at me curiously, her green eyes boring into me. Her light brown hair was pulled into a bun and she pushed an unruly hair away from her eyes as she looked me over.
"We need drivers and a pizza maker" she said in a New York accent typical of Italian Americans.
"I can make pizzas" I said proudly.
"Yea I think I remember you from the other place that closed. You are Gary right?"
She extended her hand "Im Chelsea" I vaguely remembered her. Knew she was the owners daughter. She shook my hand firmly. "Its my fathers place. I run it though. In an Italian family its uncommon for a female to have any authority in the family business. But im an uncommon girl. Ok lets see what you have got."
I looked at her in amazement. "I meant lets see how well you make pizzas" she said trying to stifle a laugh.
I donned an apron and made my first pizza in years. It looked pretty rough. The second one looked better and the third one was perfect.
"When can you start?" she asked. "Now if you need me" I replied.
"No not on a friday night" she looked at me thoughtfully. "I still have to train you on how we do things here. Come in sunday morning at 9am. And plan on working about 13 hours. Get some shorts. Its hot by these ovens even when its cold outside. And some good shoes. Or your feet will be killing you." She told me what the pay was and explained that food was free while working and half off at other times. "Well im glad you came in Gary. See you Sunday!"
to be continued.
Posted Wed May 05, 2010 12:46 AM
"Uhhh yea I think I can manage"
"Well you are so small Gary. I was just asking." I weighed maybe 130 pounds back then. I was shocked though when it came time to put the dough on the table. It felt like I was barely pulling any of the weight at all.
"Ate your wheaties this morning?" I asked. "I told you im an uncommon girl" she said with a hint of a smile. "Can you roll dough?"
I started rolling the pieces of dough that she was cutting into patties that I would later be using to make pizzas. "Not bad. Even if you are slow." I rolled my eyes and she laughed. And in a few minutes we were done.
Over the next few weeks I worked hard but not too hard. Chelsea was there most of the time and I couldnt help but look at her legs. She would catch me and I would look away. She didnt seem to mind and in fact I detected a hint of a smile. I also began to notice that she would stand very close to me at the pizza counter when it was busy to help me get the pizzas, strombolis, etc made. Her bare leg would be touching mine and she would let her breasts push against me as she leaned across the counter to get an item. I didnt want to view this physical contact as any more than incidental touching due to a small work area but soon it was obvious there was more to it than that.
We were closed on Monday and one Sunday night after close we sat opposite each other in a booth talking. She was 25(I was 31) and she was the only child of her parents marriage. She related that was from a "traditional" Italian family that scorned females having sex before marriage. "Ive broken that rule already." she said lowly. "I dont sleep around but im not planning on entering a convent either." I ahifted a little in my seat. "Gary if im making you uncomfortable.."
"No no you arent. Its a pleasure talking with you Chelsea."
She reached across the table and gripped my hand. "And its a pleasure talking to you. Gary can I ask you something?"
"Sure" I said, wondering what was coming next.
Posted Wed May 05, 2010 01:28 AM
"Well no Chelsea I dont get nervous. i just want to be sure I dont accidentally touch you..you know, inappropriately."
She got up quickly and sat next to me, putting her arm around my waist. "Is this inappropriate of me?" she whispered, her mouth just inches from my face. With her other hand she rubbed my chest. "Or this? she whispered even more softly. Her hand then reached my crotch and she squeezed my rapidly stiffening member thru my pants. "Wow Gary I knew you were big but shit."
"How did you know?" I asked, almost laughing as she started to undo my belt.
"I saw your feet when you came in on your night off in flip flops. Good gosh dude they are huge. Just like your dick". She had my pants undone and my zipper down. "Here goes" she giggled as she reached into my shorts and I felt her soft cool hands on my dick. In a moment she had it out in the open.
Posted Wed May 05, 2010 02:50 AM
I did as she said and she pulled me over to an adjacent prep table, hopped up on it, and grabbed my cock and slipped it into her. We went at it for what seemed like hours, with her on her back with her feet up in the air and me holding her ankles.
We both orgasmed at the same time. And even then she wanted to hug me for a few minutes before we got dressed and went to our respective homes. The next day we got together, went to a park, then to her place where she sucked me off and I went down on her.
We continued "associating" off duty for about a year. Then one cool sunday spring morning when I went in she called me to the back room. "I wanted to tell you before I tell anyone else" she said, holding both my hands. "Dad sold the place. The new owner takes over a week from tommorow. And hes bringing in his own staff. Look im gonna talk to dad about getting you some severence pay ok? But you have got to work out the week ok?" I nodded, wondering what I was going to do.
I didnt wonder long. The new owner had last minute trouble coming up with enough cash to close the deal and Chelsea bridged the gap with her money and became part owner. I was also part of the deal and was offered a position as a pizza man by the new owners. Chelsea and I remained close although the sexual part of our relationship slowly faded away.
In early 1995 I was offered a job by a national chain as a manager trainee. Better pay, benefits, and a chance for further advancement
It was time for me to go.
I told Chelsea first. Her face tightened and she fought back tears. "Guess im gonna have to train another pizza man." I then told the owner and he understood, saying if I ever needed a reference to to use him.
Two weeks later I worked my last shift. It was a sunday dayshift and at 5pm I took my apron off for the last time, shook hands with the owner and thanked him for keeping me on. Then I moved on to Chelsea who was standing by the door, unable to control her tears. We hugged and kissed, then I got in my car as her and the owner watched from the door as I drove away for the last time.
I didnt go back there to eat or even visit for a long time and when I did I found out that Chelsea had sold her share of the pizzeria about 6 months after I left. Her dad had moved back to Italy when he retired and all I could find out about Chelsea was that she didnt go with him but no one there had seen her or heard from her since she severed all ties with the business.
Years went by. I never forgot about her. Just for kicks and giggles I entered her name on a social networking site, knowing if she got married and she didnt use her maiden name I wasnt going to find her.
One result returned. And it was her She lives about 20 miles away in a town that I frequent weekly. I sent her a message with my phone #. The next morning the phone rang.
"You shit! What the hell have you been up to?"
I told her I had been married and divorced again and had switched jobs twice since we last talked. She never married and was now working for a restaurant supply company as an accounts manager. We met for coffee and she hasnt changed a bit. As soon as she saw me she started crying and hugged me so hard I thought she was going to break my back. She seemed disappointed that I was seeing someone but assured her it was an "open" type of relationship and theres no reason why we cant get together often.