All of this happens in modern day Ireland and all people involved are over 18 years old.
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Her name was Charlie and she was my boss. She was about my age, late 20s, tall, slender and super cool. I had always been in awe of her when working with her because of her intelligence and her 'take no bullshit' attitude. Her phenomenal behind helped as well! Unfortunately, because she was so slim, she didn't have big breasts and, as a breast man, I was saved from going totally crazy about her. I only went half crazy!
I would occasionally work closely with Charlie on projects and got to know each other quite well but never got to blow off steam together. It was a small department in a big company and I would usually work with other women in the department. It was one of the best things about being the only man in the department, by default the women seemed to gravitate towards me and I was very ok with that! I had a healthy appetite and I liked to keep myself fit. I did running and swimming in my spare time and I biked into work. I also sometimes did boxing just to keep my muscles strong and defined.
So anyway, our company had taken a huge project that meant our department was going to be working all the hours that God could send us for two months. This meant that we'd basically have to live at the office for a while. Because of what we worked on, there was a lab attached to our office. It was a clean room lab meaning we'd have to wear special protective clothing going in and out of the lab when we tested things we had worked on in the office. Work attire became way more relaxed, gone was the formal office wear and in came jeans and t-shirts. This was extra cool for me because it meant seeing more of Charlie's incredible ass because she loved wearing yoga pants.
One morning, I cycled in to work and in typical Irish summer fashion, it rained on me like crazy the whole way in. So there I was, in the changing room and shower combo that work put on for us and I hear the door open. I turned to see who was coming in and it was Aisling. She was the newest member of the team and the youngest, 21 or 22. She was very cute but a lot of the women didn't seem to like her because of how big her boobs were. She was only a little bit over 5 foot tall so her boobs looked a ridiculously disproportionate on her. I had overheard more than one jibe at her direction, the women wondering how she didn't topple over. I never had any problem with her. She was cute and sweet, but she just stood at the open door for a second before I could say anything. She was looking right at my penis, her mouth hanging open.
'Eh, occupied Aisling,' I smiled.
'Sorry', she muttered as she backed away, still looking at my dangling manhood.
I had a quick shower, dried off and changed into my work clothes. I walked into the office and all the talking stopped. Great. I went to my desk and started working. I heard some whispers followed by a lot of giggling. I looked up and cute little Aishling was now the centre of the older women's world. They all, Charlie included, looked over at me again and laughed. This was going to be a nightmare! But hey, Aisling was no longer the pariah of the department. I got up to make some coffee and went about my normal day. The project we were working on was going to take a lot of time and energy so if I (or my body) could help people not go stir crazy, then what the hell.
So the weeks went on, we all wore more casual clothes and got relaxed around one another. For casual wear, I always wore track pants and a hoodie. The women would wear leggings and hoodies too. This included Aishling too which was such a shame because they hid her huge boobs. Charlie, however, would wear yoga pants that stretched over her amazing behind and tight little tops that showed off how slim and lithe she was, but also how lacking she was in the boob department. If only they could swap their tops!
The project progressed and we were making good headway, we were about six weeks in and only a few days behind schedule. Believe me, on a project like this, it was basically like being on target or better. Ireland went through a mini-heatwave and we started wearing very little under the lab gear. One of the days I wore only my boxer shorts with my shlong clearly bulging out, pointing at my hip. As luck would have it, Aisling walked in at that time and she was just wearing a vest top and panties. Her huge tits bulging out and her little tummy and chubby legs looked good enough to eat. I did my work as best I could but afterwards had to have a wank in the toilets, just so I could concentrate.
A few days later Charlie announced that corporate appreciated how good a job we were doing and knew how hard we were working and as a reward that, if we finished on time and under budget, we would get a bonus in the next paycheque. Suitably motivated, we all worked harder than we worked before and kept an eye on testing. We didn't want to rush across the finish line, only to have to turn around and fix problems straight away. The deadline was 21
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June and on the Thursday evening before, we finished it. We tested and tested and tested again. It worked. We were so relieved a lot of us slept in the office that night. I curled in to a ball under my desk with my hoodie as a pillow.
When I woke up it was Friday noon. Everyone from the office was still there. Charlie told us we were all going our drinking, on her. We went to a local pub, everyone in the clothes they had been working in. It wasn't a fancy pub by any means. In Ireland, it's what would be called "an old man's pub" which is basically the kind where it's just about drinking and there's no extra bells or whistles. We went in about 2pm and started drinking. There was about 15 of us at the start and by about 8pm we were all fairly hammered. That's when people started drifting away, saying they wanted to sleep in a bed, have a shower that kind of thing. Giving up a night's drinking with someone like Charlie, I mean, I ask you?!
So anyway, it's close to 10pm now and anyone who was left was seriously drunk. I went to the toilet for the millionth time and on the way back, who was standing there but Charlie. Her eyes told me she was drunk but so was I and the rest of her body told me she was a fucking smoke show. Me and my cock didn't care about drunk. I could feel it getting hard just being this close to her. Charlie stepped closer to me and put a hand on my chest. She bit her lip a little before talking.
"Is it true?" she asked. I had a fairly good idea what she was asking about but still didn't want to blurt anything out. She was still my boss! Also, as a guy, I didn't want to ruin my chances if I was going to get lucky!
"Is what true?" I tried to put a cocky smile on my face but I guarantee you, I failed. Charlie dropped her hand from my chest to my crotch. I couldn't help but flinch. I had been groped by women in nightclubs before and even got stopped in airport security because of the size of my cock but I that doesn't mean I was used to it!
"I heard you were big!" she widened her eyes and lifted her eyebrows when she said the word "Big!" So she was talking about that! Another jolt in my cock! I tried to remain cool, I did not succeed.
"Oh did you now? Where did you hear that?!"
"A little birdy told me!"
"Did she now? Would this little birdy be called Aisling at all??" I asked. Charlie smiled broadly.
"I didn't say her name! You are, aren't you? I can feel it!" she said, getting agitated. I sighed and rolled my eyes a bit, acting as though I wasn't loving it but I clearly was!
"I suppose that depends on what you call big!"
"How about, you let me see it and I tell you?!" I know it's not a great idea to laugh in your bosses face but that's what I did!
"No way in hell am I doing that!!" she seemed a little hurt but she didn't budge. She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting like a schoolgirl.
"Awww, why not?!"
"Because you're my boss! We're both drunk and we're in a pub toilet!" I couldn't believe I was arguing against this! I had masturbated thinking about this woman's ass and pussy and now she wanted to fool around and I was saying no, the fuck was wrong with me?! "How about, we go back in and have a few more drinking and see where the night takes us?" She cocked her hip to one side, making her shorter than me for once. She then quickly cupped my crotch and let go.
"Ok, we'll see where the night takes us!" She gave me a hug and squeezed herself hard into me. I could feel her hard nipples crush into me. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck I wanted to fuck this woman! I went back to the pub and she went into the toilet. The flirting with Charlie had given me a semi and I tried to hide it but when I went back to the table I saw Aisling and everyone else staring at my bulging sweatpants. Fuck! She looked up at me, her eyes wide. Since I had been gone she had taken off her hoodie and was wearing a tight red tank top that showed off how big her tits were. Her black bra clearly visible underneath. This was not helping my horniness levels. I saw people's drinks were low so without asking I headed to the bar. I needed some time alone to get my cock under control!
