I sat down in her home office, the chair opposite her desk. "Thanks for seeing me on a Saturday," I said. I need representation."
She nodded. "Which is why I agreed to see you today. Tell me about it."
"I need to sue my employer for sexual harassment. It 's getting uncomfortable working for her."
"Her? This is a switch," she said, "and it sounds like this could be an unusual case. Why don't you tell me about it." She got up from her chair and came around to the front of her desk, leaning against the front edge with her hands on the top of the desk surface as a brace. "How often does all this happen?"
"Usually about three times a week. It's like this," I said. "I'll be working on something when she comes up to me and starts hitting on me. She starts talking suggestively, and if I don't take the bait she gets more and more blatant about things."
"Suggestively? Like how you look good that day, or how it's warm in the room?"
"Stuff like that, yeah."
"And that makes you uncomfortable? You're not attracted to her at all?"
"I didn't say that. It just that she's my employer, and there's the old saying 'Don't get your meat where you get your bread.' I have to be careful because I really like my job."
"Being careful is usually a good idea. What does she do from there if you don't respond to her verbal cues?"
"She goes from suggestive to blatant like I said. She already shows a lot of cleavage to begin with since she's well built, but she kinda steps it up a notch by beginning to unbuttoning her blouse."
She gave me a small smile. "I need to understand the whole situation. I want to get a better idea of what you're talking about. She stars unbuttoning her blouse like this, right?"
One button, two buttons, a third button. I swallowed hard. The view was getting pretty nice. "Uh, yeah, like that. Her tits kinda jump out like yours do." I swallowed again. "Damn."
She stopped leaning against the desk and took a step towards my chair, continuing to loosen the buttons. "I have a feeling she just keeps on going like this, doesn't she?" When I nodded, she nodded back, then shrugged off her blouse and I before I could say anything else, she popped open her front-closure bra, revealing a nice set of tits. She was short, so they were at eye level as I sat in that chair.
"Oh, my god. Yeah, that's what she does." I couldn't help myself. As she took that final step forward, I reached out and took one breast gently in each hand and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, which were already standing at attention.
She gave a little shudder. Looking down at me, she said "And this is what your reaction is when she exposes herself?"
"I can't help it," I said shakily. "I'm a tit man, and when they look that good, I have to touch, and I have to taste." With that, I leaned forward and took her right nipple into my mouth and began to suck and to run my tongue over the tip. She murmured "Mmmm" as I continued to orally caress her right side while running my thumb over her left nipple. Her right hand slipped behind my head and she ran her fingers through my hair as I switched sides with my mouth.
She suddenly took a step back. "Stand up," she commanded. I complied. She looked down at my crotch. "You seem to be enjoying yourself. Hard to claim harassment, but let's continue the scenario. Does she reciprocate when you suck on her tits?"
"Well, kinda," I stammered.
"Aha," she said. "I think I know what you mean." She dropped to her knees and began unbuckling my belt. She got it undone in record time, then swiftly unzipped my pants and pulled them down. The bulge in my underwear was unmistakable. "You look uncomfortable," she said, looking up at me. She pulled down my briefs, and my cock sprang to attention.
She smiled at me again. "Damn. Big. But not too big. Anyway, when I asked if she reciprocated, I meant does she suck your dick?"
"Yes," I whispered, mesmerize by the sight of her kneeling and grabbing me.
