When I started working as a computer consultant, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. I figured that the work environment would be more or less the same as when I was working full-time (before the Internet bubble burst), except I would get paid for overtime and wouldn't get the same full-time benefits. Fortunately, I soon found out that there are other kinds of benefits that can more than make up for the difference....
My supervisor was Shannon, a full-figured woman about five or ten years older than me who worked as this office's system administrator. On the first day I was there with two other new consultants, she was giving us the tour of the office. As she led the three of us from one area to the other, I stayed behind the other two. I didn't want them to notice that my eyes were fixed on her beautifully-curved ass as it swayed back and forth under her business-casual full-length skirt, or how I glanced to her fantastic breasts every time she looked away from us. She had a friendly, outgoing smile for every one of us and a slightly Southern accent that turned me on in a way I'd never expected. I couldn't help admiring her in a distinctly non-professional way, so I did my best to conceal it instead.
Individually, we spent the rest of that first day getting familiar with our computers and software, both with and without Shannon's help. I enjoyed asking her for assistance whenever I needed it, though, and tried not to breathe too heavily when she stood next to me bent over my keyboard. Was she leaning closer to me on purpose? I pretended that she did, even as I tried to tell myself to control my lust. Sooner or later she's going to notice if I'm not careful, and after all, she IS my supervisor.
By the second day, we all had our email, outside internet, and instant messengers working properly. Shannon was sending emails to us to make sure we knew what we needed to do to get started on our first assignment. And now I noticed that she was a bit of a tease, because her email to me ended: "Get this done today as soon as you can. Don't make me come over there and punish you!"
Now, how could I resist answering something like that? Especially since she'd come to work that morning wearing, not another full-length skirt, but one that clung tighter to her thighs and ended just above her knees. I replied to her email, trimmed it down to the last sentence, and added: "Punish me? Well, that would depend on what you had in mind...." I knew it wasn't professional, but since she was clearly in a playful mood, how could I get in trouble just by answering in kind?
Her reply came to my inbox several minutes later: "I'll have you know I take young men like you over my knee for a spanking if you don't behave."
"As long as I get to return the favor," I answered, "I think I could live with that."
"One good spank deserves another, hmm?"
"Well, fair is fair, isn't it?"
"Oh, you'd like to get your hands on my backside, wouldn't you?"
This was clearly beyond professionalism, but I couldn't resist telling her what was on my mind: "I'd put my hands anywhere on you that I could, if I thought I could get away with it."
Her reply: "Honey, with those hands you could get away with just about anything you wanted."
Hot damn.... I sure wasn't going to stop now, was I? "Well, with a body like yours, I think 'anything' would include just about everything. I just wish I could see more of it."
"Mmmm... hold that thought. And don't go anywhere for lunch, okay?"
