EroticReverie

Corinna Clementine

I just ....got fingered...in public..by one of the most famous people in the world..then ate dinner beside him, like my dress and panties werent soaked, and he didnt just make me squirt in public, all over the floor. Per my insistance, at the end of the meal, Bret had gotten on his hands and knees and wiped the floor with a linen napkin, that I made him keep to get rid of later.  As hot as it was having and orgasm by his hand in public, I hadn't expected to make an actual mess, I could never make myself squirt before, no matter how hard I'd tried. But i'd been so turned on by him, by what we were doing, I was lost in the adrenaline of it, and the hotness of his breath against my ear, his mouth against mine, everything made me lose control, and there, in the middle of one of the most popular resturatants, well known to be a faovrite of the stars, I'd came like a fucking waterfall for Bret Bentley.  His wife might have been wrong earlier today....but if she were to come back, and say all those things again....now....now they'd be true. 

Now we're back at Bret's it's later, and I'm flushed red as he takes me inside, and I have to walk past people i WORK with, as they see our BOSS bringing me back from dinner, and not just back from dinner, but upstairs...to his room. 

"You're nervous." he says as he stands in the massive master bedroom that's like a house all it's own, and bigger than my entire apartment. 

"I...I work here....they're going to know what I'm doing here....after what your wife said....I.." I trail off as I watch him unbutton his sleeves on his dress shirt, then undo his tie as he just looks at me. I lose my train of thought.

"If you're uncomfortable...you don't have to stay Corinna. I want you here...but only if you want to be here." he says. 

"I...I do...it's just..." I watch him undo his tie and leave it hanging around his neck as he rolls up his sleeves and my eyes go to his forearms. The veins wrapping around his arms, muscles flexing as he pushes them up and I'm a fucking mess. I manage to look back up at him as he walks towards me. 

"I mean, they say not to mix business with pleasure, and ..I just..don't want everyone that works here , looking at me like...like...i'm a slut" 

His brow lifts.

"You? A slut?" he smirks, amused by this.

"They'll know I slept with you, with a married man, oh god, you're married, I'm definitely a slut" I say shaking my head and he stops me, bringing his face to my hands. 

"You're far from a slut. And I'm seperated...legally...I am still married....but I am not with Jackie anymore. And I have zero intention of ever being back with Jackie. I didn't quiet expect this....expect you....but ... I guess my ex wife knows me better than I ever thought.....cause it only took her to give one look at you....and know that you were something to be jealous of....someone that I'd take more than just a liking to...." he says and steps me back towards the bed. 

"You're the best part of my day Clemetine...Buttercup." he says with a smirk, using both nicknames and I let out a tiny whimper. 

"You're sweet...and everyone that works here along side you...adores you....they'd never think ill of you....whether you stay here tonight or not....you're a far cry from a slut....but if you stay....I promise to fuck you like one anyways." he says and my breath hitches and I swallow, and he slips his hand into my hair and pulls my head back, his mouth skirting over my ear and down my neck, placing kisses on my neck. 

"you can tell me to stop....you can leave if you want to...I wont be offended....i wont be upset....if you need me to back off...say it....and i will......but i want you tonight.....and tomorrow night...and the night after that....cause i already know....that im crazy if i don't try to make you mine" he whispers and gently bites my neck and I moan, my hands grabbing his sides. 

"I..." oh god, was I really about to turn this down? Was I going to tell him I wanted to "slow things down"? This was Bret fucking Bentley....and ignoring the fact he was the most famous man in the world....even without his fame...he was truly the most atttractive man I'd ever seen, and I'd want him just as bad even if he wasn't famous. The fact he was also my boss, added to the hotness factor. 

"I...i dont want people here to think I'm sleeping with you to get something from you, or..what if they think i'm getting special treatment because I slept with you...i like working here....i dont want to make it awkward for myself" I say and he pulls back and looks at me. 

"alright." he nods, then drops his hands and steps back.

"but i.." I start, god. Dont be stupid. You're an adult Corinna, you can do what you want! Who cares what anyone else thinks! I yell at myself. 

"Come on" he says, and grabs my hand gently and I look down at it, as he walks me towards the bedroom door.

"Are you...kicking me out?" I ask. He stops and turns and his brows pinch.

"Jesus, no." he shakes his head, looking angry. 

"You're uncomfortable, and unsure, and not ready. So ..we'll take the date downstairs. We can have a drink, watch a movie, do whatever you'd like." he says and I almost feel guilty that I didnt just strip my clothes off for him.

"I'm not unsure...or uncomfortable." I say, wanting to make sure he knows those things. "But...maybe...I'm not ready...i think...my mind has to wrap around a lot of stuff...and process...and I don't want to do something that's going to ruin my working here....and....god, but..NOT having sex with you ruins it too, it's going to make it so werid between us if i-"

"hey" he says and cuts me off and takes my face in his hands. 

"Let's rewind." he says. 

"No matter what choice you make, nothing changes. I promise. Why don't we...pretend tonight didn't happen." he says. 

"what?" I ask m my voice small and quiet and a little bit hurt.

"I mean...why don't we start over...I got...carried away with you....maybe I pushed too much too fast....it wasnt fair to you.....maybe we just start over.....and we go downstairs...and we talk.....I'd love to hear more facts." he says and I give a little half hearted laugh and look up at him. 

"To be clear, I dont regret what happened in the car, or in the restaurant...but, let's rewind...as much as I want to take you to bed....i also want to make sure you're entirely ready for me to do so.....because i dont want you all in your head while I fuck you...i want you to enjoy every single second....and if you're thinking about all that...then...we'll erase all that stuff....we'll hold off till you have peace of mind....and for god sakes, dont ever call yourself slut , unless it's with your clothes off and my cock inside of you....cause you're far to sweet to be a slut Clementine. " he says and then tips my chin up and leans down. 

I take a deep breath. "you're so attractive, it's not even funny" I sigh as i just look into his blue eyes, at his dark hair and lashes, the scruff on his face and the smirk on his lips. 

"Right back at ya Buttercup" he says and kisses me softly, quickly, pecking my mouth gently and then takes my hand again. "Let's go downstairs. "