Jim's Eleven (and a half)

Sitting across from him in the executive boardroom, it was easy to see why Jim was so popular with the office females: in his late twenties: handsome, charming, and intelligent. Despite his currency as an eminently dateable up-and-comer within the company, he had wisely avoided the romantic and/or sexual advances of his office colleagues. Yet this only served to pique even greater interest and make him all the more desirable. Was he already seeing someone? Was he gay? He had every woman in the firm between twenty and fifty eating out of his hand, but had only dated one of them once ' a gorgeous young blond in the legal department. And despite my reticence to kiss and tell, rumours persisted in the women's washroom that Jim was seriously 'packing'; something we women all agreed was simply too good to be true, given his looks, personality, and the amount of sex appeal he had to spare.

As a senior manager and a married woman in my late thirties with two children, I tried my best to avoid personal gossip. Still, I succumbed to the odd naughty daydream myself, especially during tedious meetings in the boardroom when he was present. Relatively speaking, I had been happily married for almost ten years, but even relatively happily married women can think naughty thoughts, yes? With his prominent jawline, stylishly cut locks, blue bedroom eyes, and sensual lips, Jim was a yummy visual diversion for horny women.

I suppose it's fair to say that I had my own office admirers. As with Jim, I think I'm considered quite attractive by many; with straight, shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and pillowy lips. I've also worked very hard at maintaining my figure. Consequently I'm still a slim and trim 5 ' 3'. Still, girlfriends often tease me that a view of me from behind, however fetching and pleasantly curvy, does not prepare one for the view in profile. Measuring 42-26-37, with a size 32DDD bra, my bustline is, shall we say, formidable. As a self-conscious teen, I was incredibly sensitive about the size of my breasts (I was already a DD-cup in grade eight!), and despite the occasional back pain, I have come to accept being so conspicuously top heavy for all its plusses and minuses. And despite their size and weight, I am fortunate that they still retain much of their gravity-defying firmness.

As much as any woman who wears a 32DDD bra can, I do my best to dress in such a way that I don't emphasize my boobs at work. That particular day I was wearing a nicely tailored pin-stripe skirt suit with a buttoned blouse, silk stockings, and black heels. Still, when you're slim-waisted AND busty, there's only so much you can do without succumbing to frumpiness.

I was in the middle of a yummy 'Jim daydream' -- stealing the occasional glance his way (was I imagining things or was he doing the same thing to me in return'), when my ears perked up at the mention of my name. The CEO was selecting two company reps to fly down to the Carribean for a three-day trade show. My name came up first, followed by Jim's. We smiled at each other and were briefed on what we had to do. Jim was to accompany me as my assistant.

Although a fairly standard itinerary, it was a little out of the ordinary that as senior a manager as myself would be going, but the CEO explained that the work was minimal and that a few days in such a lovely spot, with some free time, would make up for the fact that I hadn't had time to book any holidays in the last six months. With his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, he told me to look at it as a 'working holiday', which drew laughs from the others in attendance.

'Heavy on the work; light on the holiday', quipped one of the executives.

Either way, the fact that Jim and I would be staying in neighbouring hotel rooms in a tropical resort was sure to make the rumour mill. We were scheduled to catch a flight out the next morning. I packed light that night; adding my bikini at the last minute just in case I had time to sunbathe by the pool. I kissed my husband goodbye and took a taxi to the airport. Jim, always so slim and fetching in his ubiquitous well-tailored suit, looked just as good semi-casual. The flight was long but uneventful and we were glad to be shown to our rooms at the resort hotel, arriving by shuttle from the airport.

The hotel and surrounding area of white sandy beaches and palm trees were stunning. The air smelled of tropical flowers, and the weather was beautiful: sunny skies; fresh, warm air.

The first day was quite hectic, and Jim and I never really had a chance to catch our breath until late in the evening. I confess it was enjoyable having such a handsome younger man at my beck and call; willing and eager to follow my every command. Power has its privileges and I took the liberty of checking out his sexy, tight ass at every opportunity.

We finished for the day at around nine in the evening and I told Jim I'd treat him to drinks in the lounge after we'd had a chance to shower and change.

As we never saw each other away from the office, kızılay escort I suppose it was just as unusual for Jim to see me in more casual attire as it was for me to see him dressed that way. I slipped into a form-fitting, somewhat low-cut summery dress and open-toed heels; my lacy underwire, push-up bra generated a significant amount of cleavage. And despite his best efforts to be discreet about it, I noticed that my cleavage and short hem line did not go unnoticed by Jim. We sat down at a private little table in the stylish, dimly lounge together.

In retrospect, I suppose that given we were spending so much concentrated time together, having drinks probably wasn't the best idea. By my third girly martini, Jim's drop dead looks and flirty wit and charm were having their effect on me. At one point, the hem of my dress had almost hiked up to where most of my thighs and even the delta of my lacy panties were showing. Jim, being a smart boy, teased me about it ' thereby affording him ample time to check me out ' rather than pretending not to notice. As the evening wore on, I found myself leaning closer and closer to him; enjoying the scent of his cologne and the sparkle of his eyes. Eventually, as the alcohol lessened our collective inhibitions, we even began to touch each other in subtle ways. Others in the lounge could have been forgiven for assuming we were lovers ' his hand touched my knee; my hand lightly brushed aside the hair of his bangs; hands placed quickly and gently on forearms. I knew it was inappropriate, but the atmosphere of romance and the thrill and the excitement of the flirtation carried me away.

'I bet you're quite good in bed,' I said teasingly at one point.

'Christine!' Jim exclaimed with his voice lowered; blushing and looking adorably taken aback.

'Rumour has it that Sarah from marketing could barely walk after a night of love making with you' I continued with a wink and a twinkle in my eye. 'Or was that just because you're like this'' I added, bookending my hands widely apart to imply a large penis.

'Time to put you to bed, you naughty woman,' countered Jim.

'Oh?' Are you going to undress me and tuck me in'' I asked with a cheeky grin.

My panties were already soaked by that time, but Jim's response made my tummy jump.

'If you weren't a married woman, you'd be in MY bed tonight,' he said, grinning.

On the way to the elevator to go back to our rooms for the night, I could tell that my areolas ' bubble gum pink and saucer size ' were puffy and swollen inside my bra; my breasts undulating heavily as I sashayed across the hotel lobby.

Inside the elevator, my four martinis got the better of me at last. I pressed Jim up against the inside of the elevator and pressed my pillowy lips against his. Our kiss was soft and long and wet. I parted his lips with my tongue and we tasted each other as I made several breathy sighs. Suddenly, as if seized by a light of instant sobriety, I stepped back and bit my lower lip.

'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that,' I blurted guiltily.

'It's okay,' whispered Jim. 'It will be our little secret. No harm done.'

We stepped off the elevator and said our goodnights quickly. I felt Jim's eyes upon me as I fumbled with my keys and hurriedly closed the door behind me. I collapsed in the luxury of my king-size, soft-sheeted bed and fell asleep with the taste of his kisses still on my lips.

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The next morning, room service delivered a bouquet of beautiful tropical flowers, compliments of Jim. I smiled as I read his note thanking me for drinks the night before. Then it hit ' I'd kissed and pawed him the night before like some sex-starved high school girl! What had I been thinking! Unfairly to Jim, I spent the rest of the morning being rather distant and demanding. I sensed he understood why, and he did his best to give me my space as we worked frantically to meet that day's deadlines. By early afternoon, we were done for the day, leaving us a rare chance to get outside the resort conference centre and enjoy the sun. To make amends for punishing him for what was clearly MY indiscretion, I suggested we change into our swimsuits and walk along the beach. Jim seemed as pleased that my icy wall had melted as by the idea of a little well-deserved R