I realized that, unlike some women who would drown themselves in liquor when they're faced with tribulations, I get sexually adventurous when thrown a curve ball. At least that's what I thought as the towel fell to the floor.
Shit, I really am going to lose my virginity on Mr. Santander's sofa tonight...
It never really crossed my mind that my first sexual experience was going to be with my boss. Because contrary to those romantic novels that I had read about bosses and secretaries there was no palpable chemistry between us – Mr. Santander was such an irritable being and I was beheading him daily in my head.
"Wait..."
"Again?" he asked as his hands continued their explorations.
"Anong again? Kailan naman daw kita pinaghintay?"
"Hm...no comment. But, what is it that you want to say?"
"Can you be...gentle?" I blurted out.
"Define gentle..."
"H'wag mo naman akong wasakin."
He laughed softly. "Sa tingin mo mawawasak ka?"
"Well, you better make a promise because I don't want my first time to be traumatic."
"I will try my very best. But..."
"But...?"
"Sex is not a one-sided thing, Juris. For it to be enjoyable, you must be a willing participant."
I understood what he was trying to tell me but if I were to be completely honest, I didn't exactly know how to cooperate.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"I would rather show you..." he said before he bent down to kiss me hungrily on the lips.
I knew that I wasn't a good kisser. I was clumsy at best. But, he was quick to fill my lapses with his lips and tongue making me realize that I did not have to worry about keeping the vibe going because Mr. Santander has everything under control.
When our lips parted, he kissed the tip of my nose. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked.
"I'm sure you'll get me ready," I said.
"That, I'll do..."
His hands found their way inside the shirt I was wearing and they proprietorially cupped my breasts.
I gasped in surprise and took a step back but he was quick to wrap an arm around my waist.
"Sorry..." he whispered. "Nagulat ka?"
"Why are you so comfortable touching me?"
"I don't know..." he said before he took my hand then dipped it inside his pants.
What the...my brain stopped working for a second.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I could only afford to nod because the feel of him flabbergasted the living daylights out of me.
Why does this feel sinful and so natural at the same time? I thought to myself.
"Tell me when you feel uncomfortable," he said guiding my hand to move along his length.
"Okay..." I mumbled.
"You'll get used to me soon, Darling..." he whispered before he lowered his mouth to my lips.
If there was one thing I realized from this new experience with Mr. Santander, it was this: the reason why the man is so successful is because he knows what he wants and he just goes for it; never had I felt him hesitate even once.
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