[M]e and my [f]ormer work supervisor

I had moved to the UK about six months before I got my first job working in a government office. I worked there for only three months before moving on to another job. However, I made good friends in that short time. My supervisor, Harriet (not her real name), was someone that I admired from a far. Harriet is 14 years my junior. Quite plain features. I wouldn’t classify her as being any exceptionally pretty woman but she by far wasn’t an ugly woman either.

She always wore skirts/dresses. Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in a pair of trousers. She is quite shapely with a lovely ass. I would say that she has C-cup breasts. Blond hair and when she put on her glasses, she looked like a naughty secretary you see in porn flicks. While working in the office she was always the professional. She was married but separated and even so she didn’t seem the type that would have an office fling.

When I was leaving the office we exchanged numbers but we never really kept in touch for quite some time.