[M]y [F]oxy Boss’s Amazing Decolletage

I (26m) have been in my current job for about a year. My boss (44f) is bit of the intimidator, a mother of three in her forties, no nonsense tolerated and highly competent. She dresses conservatively and somewhat severely, but I’ve always thought she looked good and perhaps had a little more going on than meets the eye…

Last Friday we were talking about work and family in a leisurely end-of-week way. It was an unusually warm day for October and the heat was running in our building super unnecessarily and her office was also getting a lot of afternoon sun.

After about thirty minutes my boss took off her turtle neck sweater. I certainly don’t blame her given how hot it was, but what she had on beneath was more revealing than I’d expected — a black tank top of sorts — not skimpy but also far from conservative — with normal straps and nice material, showing deep cleavage, far larger breasts than I would’ve anticipated, and a sprinkling of freckles.

No wonder why she generally chooses concealing clothes, I thought, simultaneously reminding myself she’s my boss and it’s a workplace and I could only allow a couple downward flicks of my eyes.Fortunately or unfortunately she noticed my two quick glances — she’s sharply observant, so of course she did — and literally leaned into the situation, moving to rest her tits lightly on top of her desk and keeping her shoulders back to enhance the display. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she continued chatting, throwing in the occasional gesture with her arms that shifted her cleavage in subtle but absolutely entrancing ways.

At some point I realized I was fully distracted and not really saying fully coherent/smart things. I told myself to focus, keep my eyes up, and ignore the feeling of cock jumping around a bit in my slacks. My boss had a slight smile and kept prolonging the conversation for no particular reason, evidently enjoying my mild uncertainty about what to do.

The climax of this whole experience came when she raised both arms back to put her hair into a ponytail, convincing me then and there that I was seeing the biggest and best titties I’d ever encountered in real life. They swayed noticeably as she pulled the band around her ponytail and dropped heavily back onto the desk when she was done — and then to my complete surprise, she gave me a quick wink.

The conversation ended with her asking about my weekend plans as we both got ready to leave for the day. We moved along and kept it professional (although my dick was still threatening to go past the semi-hard), she got on the elevator and I took the stairs. Nothing at all happened that weekend between us, but as soon I was at home, I couldn’t help pleasuring myself twice while thinking through the implications of the afternoon…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yg3pht/my_foxy_bosss_amazing_decolletage