[Some minor details have been changed to make it a better story. Names have also been changed. Feel free to ask questions and I’ll be happy to answer if it doesn’t reveal any personal info. If you’re a female, feel free to PM =)]
Again, going back into the mind archives to relive my sexual awakening when I lived abroad.
Being in a foreign country made all of us a bit more uninhibited than we might have been otherwise. That was certainly true for me. My co-workers and I had gone out to eat, drink, and be merry as we often did. Nicely liquored up and full from our fried chicken, we headed to the local dive bar we always went to.
My manager wasn’t part of the usual crew, but not because she was a manager. Being foreigners, the line between management and non-management was blurred to the point of being virtually non-existent. She tended to be more to herself, a bit anti-social at work, really. She was about 5 feet tall, with 32B tits and wide hips. And a blonde. Why do blondes have such a hold on me?