Sexting My Boss All Through the Work Meeting

Sexting my boss turned into such a naughty little adventure for me.

Let’s be honest; I’ve always been a huge flirt and a tease. My flirty antics can’t be contained for long. At one point, I was greedy enough to keep three friends-with-benefits, who I’d sext very often. One night, I got the joys of entertaining them all at once! It was chaotic, but I was in total bliss. I felt like a goddess of seduction, on top of the world. It was so fucking wicked and delicious; I’ll have to share that story soon. But this one is all about flirting with and sexting with my boss. The poor man had no clue what he invited into his office: a little fox in sheep’s clothing.

The day I got hired, he was probably counting his blessings. My, oh, my! His hiring manager had done something right and brought a pretty girl on board! Wasn’t he lucky? Now he got to check me out every single day if I did my job well. And I certainly did. So day after day, his eyes followed me along in the office, hungrily checking me out. One day, we stayed working late. He passed me his number before we called it a day, feigning guilty that he had kept me so late, and wanted to know when I got home safe. So thoughtful and such a good coverup for his real intentions! He didn’t know it then, but he was trying to get the ball rolling. Eventually, I’d be comfortable and flirty enough to shamelessly sext my boss.

It all started with that number.

And boom, he was all over me—a sweet little text here, a flirty message there. Soon enough, I couldn’t help myself. We were chatting all the time, and finally, I sent a teasing picture. Once I did that, the walls came down. He had waited for that moment since the first day he saw me in the office. I sent a picture of me wearing a little black dress. I was going clubbing that night with a few friends, and his curiosity had bid him to ask me what kind of night it was. So I sent that, flashing a peek of my black thigh highs, and captioned it ‘looking like trouble.’ From there, sexting my boss was so fucking easy and fun.

He took the bait instantly. He sent me a picture back, still in his office clothes, but he had unbuttoned his dress shirt a bit to show himself. Then, he also captioned it, ‘Wishing I was part of that trouble.’ Can you imagine my excitement? I was teetering on the edge of full-blown sexting my boss. And I couldn’t help myself; I baited the conversation along. I told him he could be if he wanted to. Of course, his curiosity spiked. He texted back almost instantly again, “Kali…you want to be my little secret?” How the fuck could I say no? I was thrilled and turned on. My panties were a little wet, and I hadn’t even done anything to him yet.

Sexting my boss continued at work.

I wasn’t letting up, not one bit. The fun continued at work on Monday morning. I passed his office, giving him a little flirty glance as I moved past. He clenched his jaw, smirking. The office was practically on fire with our chemistry. When was the last time you had a huge crush on someone, and they reciprocated it? Can you remember the sexual tension in the air? The flirty mischief and the knowing looks you’d give them? It continued well into our office meeting. As we all sat there, mindlessly ignoring a PowerPoint presentation, I turned my attention to my phone. The fun began again, except this time, I took it further. Even with all our co-workers seated around us, one little sexual comment turned into sexting my boss.

I could see him squirming in his seat from time to time; his jaw clenched in anticipation. Every time I would busy myself texting, he’d try not to stare at me. Oh, all the wicked ways I told him I would tease him at work. One little comment about how I’d shut his office blinds and lock his doors, another taunt about how I’d climb on his desk and lean back, to be his eye candy… I sent a picture to match. His eyes widened in response and rapidly moved away, trying not to stare at the picture I’d just sent him: I stood in front of a mirror, wearing nothing but lace, my bra sliding off my shoulder and my hand picking at my thong as if I were about to slip it off.

Sexting my boss was so much fucking fun, and I knew he wanted more. What if I was your little work distraction? Call me… let’s have our own fun together.

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