In my mid-40s, after my children became independent, I worked part-time as a cook at a small deli near the station for a year.
On the night of the Cherry Blossom Festival, the store was busy, and I ended up working overtime. At 9 PM, after finishing all the cleaning and preparations for the next morning, I was getting ready to leave when the manager, who had stayed behind with me, suddenly hugged me in the office, pushed me against the wall, and forcibly kissed me.
My desperate resistance seemed to excite the manager even more, and he said, "Sarah, just once, it's okay. I've wanted to do this for a while," and pushed me down to the floor.
When he kissed me, I could smell alcohol, so it seemed the manager had been drinking a little.
It was my first time with a man other than my husband, but since it had been a while, my body reacted, and I ended up accepting it actively.
From then on, whenever I was on the late shift with the manager, it turned into indecent overtime after the store closed.
Entwining on the sofa right next to the fax machine, computer, and business report files was incredibly stimulating, and I couldn't stop.
I was never embraced outside the store.
He always made me wear the store apron and headscarf on purpose.
He demanded it over and over until he was satisfied, kissing and performing oral until my lips hurt.
He even asked me to "do a full-body lip service like in a parlor," and I licked his body from face to toe while he lay naked on the sofa.
Without a shower, I wonder how I went home with my saliva-scented body. At times, I was pressed against the showcase of the store with the shutters down, receiving persistent kisses and caresses.
Just thinking about the many people walking right outside the shutter made me burn with excitement, and I was allowed to climax intensely, pressing my hands against the showcase and sticking out my hips.
I remember the manager holding my mouth from behind to keep me from making noise.
The reason I quit the part-time job and parted ways with the manager was that I was embraced by him inside the store with the shutters down while my husband, who came to pick me up by car, waited outside.
Both the manager and I knew my husband was waiting in the car, and it made us burn intensely in a short time.
When I fixed my makeup and went outside, my husband was waiting in the car, listening to the radio, unaware of anything.
He didn't say anything, but maybe he sensed something, as he sought me for the first time in about a year that night.
Feeling self-loathing for remembering the manager while being passionately embraced, I immediately quit the part-time job and returned to being a full-time housewife.
There has been no contact from the manager.
Even now, when I pass by the area, I have mixed feelings.
Female perspective erotic experience story, original story of a woman with sexual desire.
