Hannah looked at the stack of papers on her desk. They all had to be signed off by the end of the day. The intern, Steven, a college student that moved to the city for the summer was nominated by Hannah to help.
Hannah wore a black pencil skirt and a short-sleeved, white blouse. Her ample cleavage was supported by a lacy white bra which could be seen through her shirt. It didn't help that the shirt was tight; some of the buttons struggled. Her dark hair was tied into a ponytail and her glasses emphasised her blue eyes. The glossy, wet-look lipstick completed the look of sexy professional.
She was confident in her job and appearance. Heads turned when she walked amongst the cubicles. It was Steven's favourite time of the day seeing her making that confident walk across the office by his desk. A glimpse of her tight-fitting clothes, her tits bouncing ever so slightly and the smile combined with a wink that she gave him when she passed him by, leaving her scent lingering.
Considering they were alone in the office after hours, she took off her high heels. Even the sigh of relief after taking them off sounded sexual. She often stretched her arms out of tiredness and occasionally pushed her chest out to correct her posture. At her age, having a younger man attracted to her was a rare event so she tested the waters with things like this.
Every so often, she caught Steven staring at her. As one of the few women in her department, she unfortunately had to get used to such attention. However, in this case she didn't mind as she considered Steven to be eye candy also. In fact, she'd noticed him in the office quite a lot this summer and she didn't feel guilty that she had an ulterior motive when she asked him to stay late. She was sure they had something going on.
Hannah could tell Steven was doing his best to make a good impression. Like any intern, He wore a cheap blue suit, but he was athletically fit so wore it well. He even matched his shoes with his belt and had the tie done up properly, which was rare to see.
She looked at him in admiration and saw so much of herself in him. It seemed like a distant memory that she once worked as an enthusiastic intern. Reflecting proudly on her path to Senior Vice President. The cost of her very successful career was her marriage, albeit in an amicable way. It liberated her in a sense and now free to hook up with whoever she wished.
Expressing another, but genuine long sigh to unwind, she imagined herself at home sitting on the couch. Just by instinct, she unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on her blouse, exposing her cleavage line. In her peripheral, he caught Steven sneaking a peek. Considering that her blouse was already low cut, she couldn't blame him.
"Why don't you take your suit jacket off, Steven? It's after work, technically speaking." She asked him with the infectious smile she always wears around the office and that alone helped.
"Oh. Are you sure? I don't really want to upset the dress code," he replied. His attempt to show off that he read the dress code fell flat. Hannah just looked at him with pity and rolled her eyes.
"Fuck the dress code, Steven." She said this intentionally. Steven looked at her with shock as he never heard her use profanity before. "Seriously. Fuck the dress code, Steven. C'mon... just take off your jacket and relax a bit." Hannah jumped out of her seat and walked toward him.
"Um. Okay. haha," he responded. He nervously started to take it off and Hannah did the rest, placing it on the coat hanger in the corner.
"See. the world didn't end because you broke the dress code, Steven. Just relax." She started to massage his shoulders to emphasise the point. "You need to learn to take things a little easier."
"I guess I do," he responded, slightly confused as to why Hannah was massaging him. "I have been working hard lately."
"Karen has you working hard, huh?" Hannah was impressed by how muscular his shoulders were. Her massaging him was already inappropriate, but she really wanted to feel his chest and arms.
"Yeah, I've been working overtime a lot lately." Steven was finally allowing himself to relax. "Plus, moving to the city for this job was a big change for me."
"Oh! Now I feel terrible for having you help me out here." Hannah felt a little guilty, but was happy that he was opening up. Interns are so self-conscious about appearing professional, she was glad she could connect with him on a more personal level.
Hannah started to feel aroused from touching him. She held his arms with a gentle grip, impressed by his biceps. A thought crossed her mind of him naked; she imagined what his dick was like.
Without realising, Hannah had started to feel his chest. She apologised and hesitated for a moment, but didn't stop. She was convinced he enjoyed it. If his deep red blushing wasn't anything to go by, his obvious erection poking through his trousers was.
