[M]IL[F] subordinate and her jugs

Ok, so this is the first time I mention this. This story happened a few years back so I working from memory. Please let me know if this is worth continuing or did I bore you. I tried to keep it short and straight

Back at my old post, I was a boss of around 30 people. Mostly males, with like 5 females only.

I had been in my post for like 2 years and and this girl who had taken a maternity leave and then unpaid leave for a total of 1 year asked to rejoin.

So I told our HR I will try to accommodate her in daytime shifts only, that was because her husband had took work in a different country and she had difficulty managing daycare for her kids outside work hours

So she comes back to office and keeps telling me how grateful she is that I try to help her as much as I can. I notice she has slimmed down quite a bit and I tell her that. She says she is breastfeeding and that it helps. Which immediately brings my eyes to her decent breasts. I break my gaze and I can see she has noticed but she just smiles and walks away.

A few days later she comes in to the office with a bit more revealing clothes. It was a jeans day at work and she had squeezed herself in a tight jeans that complimented her figure and a button down shirt that may be a tad too small and few buttons that went undone. I could also see a whale tail.

I definitely notice her rack in the morning. She seemed to have noticed that too. By the afternoon she walks into my office with a paper to sign for her leave but while she could have just handed it over, she bent at the waist and pointed to where I had to sign. Across my desk from the other side and I would say she had unbuttoned another button.

Having been in there for that long, I had signed a 100 papers like it and didn’t need the help. She made sure I could see her engorged tits. Now, I am almost certain that she is teasing me and doing it on purpose. I could also tell that she needs to get home to feed her baby or yet another button will pop.

She has a sly smile on her face while she checks my crotch area and I thank God for jeans. She asks about my family and we have small chat. I ask about her husband and she immediately scoffs at the economy for forcing her husband away.

I ask how often he flies back and she says he manages a weekend every month and a week every three months. I tell her that’s not so bad.

“Now, you try to manage with as little action as I am getting. By the fourth week, it’s like I’m going to jump on anything with a pulse.” So I laugh it off. And I ask when he is visiting next and she says not till next week.

“This is going to be a long week, if only I could find a married guy to keep me busy. Someone who wouldn’t dare spill the beans and neither would I”

This is where I finally realize that she is hitting on me me. Talk about slow!

“Well, but cheating is wrong and he is doing all this to support you and the kids” I tell her and try to make her think straight. I wanted to be sure

“Well, my support would need to be physical as much as it is financial” she quickly adds “there is only so many hours in a weekend, with the kids and all” and she grunts a low sound. Her eyes lock with mine and a small moan escapes her lips. Then I see her cheeks flush red.

I excuse myself and tell her I have a meeting to attend to, but I also tell her that if she needs someone to talk to she can call me anytime.

I leave the office and just drive around and go to a small cafe and just sit there and work. Less than an hour later I get a WhatsApp message from her: “I hope I didn’t scare you off, I was just not thinking straight.” So I tell her it’s ok and I am glad it didn’t happen with another guy who would have abused the situation and may have wrecked her marriage.

“I could care less about being married to Mr. Needs-a-pill, I just didn’t want you to think I am just throwing myself on just any guy.”

I was shocked about her dismissal of her husband but egged her on. She said she was almost certain he had a mistress in his second country and that he barely touches her anymore when he visits.

She asks where I am and I tell her and 30 minutes later she comes in having gone home and changed into NSFW clothes. Basically a tank top and a short skirt and she walks in like she has her mind set on it happening now.

She sits across me and she keeps tugging at the bottom of the top so that the cleavage and the magnificent tits are properly displayed. We are not even pretending this is not happening anymore but I think her ego needed me to check her out and compliment her before bedding her.

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