You arrived home and instantly began sifting through your wardrobe in an attempt to find something to impress Lionel. As much as you didn't need his validation, you still desired it, which you put down to your great respect for the man. You were unsure of where he was planning on taking you, but knowing him, it wasn't going to be somewhere low key.
Your quick shower was interrupted by the familiar sound of your phone buzzing, making you feel instantly anxious when you realised you had ignored Martin for most of the afternoon, only liking his messages and telling him you were busy at work. To your surprise the message wasn't from him, but from Lionel, checking in to see how you were getting on.
So, what're you wearing? His text read, seemingly innocent, but that wasn't going to stop you from toying with him. You laughed, quickly typing out a particularly cruel reply.
Currently? Nothing. You responded, honestly, knowing your blunt approach would appeal to him.
Lionel groaned and shifted in his seat as he lounged on the sofa in his country home.
"Christ... that's a thought." He muttered to himself, briefly imagining what you looked like naked and quickly chastising himself enough to write a reply.
Well that's... lovely. But I meant what are you planning on wearing tonight, naughty girl. He replied, slightly reciprocating your flirtatious message.
Your cheeks reddened and your eyes widened as you read his message, fixating on his salacious language.
Oops, my mistake. I haven't decided, red or black? You asked, sending two photos of yourself wearing each dress in front of the mirror, desperate for his opinion. The dresses were both a similar fit, the black was more formal and the red was more fun, exposing a respectable amount of cleavage which Lionel instantly took a liking to.
That depends on whether you'd like my personal or professional opinion. He answered, quickly pressing send before going back to the image of you in the red dress and taking a deep breath, feeling his trousers tighten.
Personal. You responded, encouraging him to be forward and honest.
Red. He promptly replied.
You grinned at his eager response, siding with the red dress and wondering what he was planning on wearing.
Done. What about you? Wearing anything special? You questioned, imagining your boss in a tight fitted suit.
Wouldn't you like to know? He teased, snapping a photo of himself in the mirror, leaning against the wall with his lips parted. You widened your eyes at the image, watching as your thoughts materialised on the screen in front of you. Lionel stood in a tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath. The top two buttons were undone, revealing his slightly hairy, firm chest.
Your eyes traced down his body, noticing the bulge in his trousers, revealing his arousal. You moaned, feeling instantly turned on and giving in to your tempatious urges.
You began slowly circling your clit through your panties, biting your lip as you pleasured yourself over the thought of your boss's clearly large cock. You were interrupted by a second message.
Thoughts? Too much? He questioned, noticing the read receipt pop up instantly, indicating you still had the chat log open. Lionel smirked to himself, wandering over to his bed and pulling out his length, grasping it firmly as his eyes scanned your form in the revealing red dress.
"God... such pretty tits..." He purred, beginning to stroke himself.
Looking good, boss. Not at all. You typed with one hand, using the other to continue teasing yourself, feeling turned on by your use of his title.
