I walked into the office with a spring in my step, as Genie floated shoulder height on her magic carpet.
“So this boss” she said in a causal manner “you got the hots for her huh?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe” I sighed.
I noticed an expression cross Genie’s face. Like she wasn’t ready to imagine another woman being drooled over the way she was. I led her towards Claire’s desk, and as soon as Genie clocked her, she changed her tune.
“Holy shit! That’s your boss? What is she doing working here?”
Claire was the quintessential milf. She was in her 40s, and had the confidence and assertiveness you get with experience. But she didn’t act 40. And she didn’t look it either. She had an hourglass figure that she only properly showed off on staff nights out, but I had the daily luxury of seeing her wide hips and full juicy bottom squeeze into tight work pants and pencil skirts every day. Her tops, usually either a blouse or cotton T-shirt, were always form fitting, tucked in at her tight stomach and stretched out around her huge breasts. Today, as I went in to her office to fulfil a lifelong fantasy, she was wearing a tight white top, with the hem of bra poking out, and a tight black shirt which was shorter than usual.