Supervisor Seduction

When I was 20, I had a job as an intern at a local manufacturer. I felt mostly like a gopher, but I did learn some valuable things about manufacturing that would be to my benefit. My supervisor was a gorgeous woman who I guessed was probably about 30. She was a serious type of woman, very businesslike, but she really turned me on. She was single, but I would have never thought of asking her out, because I knew she would turn me down. Fantasizing about her was something I began to do on a regular basis, and I'll admit that I masturbated dozens of times, all the while thinking of her.

One day, she told me that she was being transferred to another city and that my new supervisor was going to be Tim, another guy in our office. I hated to hear this, because I had really gotten quite attached to her. Not to mention that Tim was a royal class-A asshole, but that's another story.

On her last day at the company, we threw a little party for her with cake and ice cream. Afterward, she packed up all her things from her office and asked if I would help her load them all into her car. She had a rubber plant which would not fit into her little Grand Am, though, since the plant had grown enormous during the time she worked there. I told her that I would be glad to put it in the back of my pickup truck and follow her to her apartment.

When we got to her apartment and carried everything in, she asked me if I would like a beer. I said sure and she said to make myself comfortable, she wanted to change out of her work clothes. She came out wearing a pair of white denim shorts and very sheer yellow short sleeved top. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, since I could see her hard, pointed nipples through her top.

She must have caught me staring, because she said "what are you looking at?" I said "nothing," and she replied "why not?" Confused, I said "excuse me?" Then she said "I put this top on hoping to get your attention and I was hoping you were looking at my tits." I couldn't even speak, I was so dumbfounded. She walked over to where I was sitting on the couch, climbed onto my lap, and peeled that top right off. She took my hands and moved them to her breasts. This was a woman in charge, and I certainly had no problem with that. I cupped her tits in my hands and just looked at them for a minute. Each was a perfect handful, with a nice, suckable, brown nipple. She then proceeded to list off exactly what was about to take place.