Amanda had been my boss for a number of years. When the company shipped its IT processing overseas, my decade long role with the company as an independent contractor stopped. My thoughts of Amanda did not.
She started out as a colleague early on in those ten years, but soon moved up the ladder to take on a management role and eventually become the director. Even though we are the same age, our relationship was always mutually supportive and respectful in our work and never crossed the boundaries of co-worker decorum. Not that my mind had not wandered there many times though.
I would sit next to her in meetings generally on her left hand side. The joke that ran through our small department was that I was Amanda's left hand man. But there was method to my madness. Amanda's blouses always provided me with an excellent view of her gorgeous bosom. From her left side, I always got a great view between her buttons. Not that she was stacked, but her breasts always filled her bras perfectly and their fleshy curves were the subjects of many of my off-hour thoughts.
Her lithe runner's legs, always adorned with stockings, drew and kept my attention whenever she wasn't looking. Supple muscled legs atop high heels and beneath sheer covers never ceased to make me want to touch them, though I never did. I constantly observed her, often with a growing and ample erection.
Christmas was my treat time. Before leaving for the holiday each year, she would let her guard down a little and give me an earnest hug and kiss on the cheek. I responded with a kiss of my own on her cheek, but what I really wanted to do was lower my hands and pull her to me. Press myself into her and explore her forever sensuous lips with my own. But I was always afraid of ruining a good thing.
Thoughts of regret plagued me after my last day that I had let something really fine get away. That was until about two months ago. I got an email from Amanda asking if I had any time in my schedule to help them through some rough patches with some difficult designs.
I was and still am working Monday through Thursday at an out of state client. My travel and work itinerary allows me Friday off, so I offered my services one day a week while she needed me.
She agreed and let me know that while it probably would not be enough, it was better than nothing. That was a little over a month ago, and each time I'm at her office, she makes time to have an hour or so meeting to discuss what is happening. As before, I am her left hand man.
Today, things took a very unexpected turn. We had our weekly meeting at eleven o'clock, but she asked me to stay behind after everyone left. I was happy to oblige, especially since she was wearing a mid thigh skirt and was showing a lot of leg. She started showing me a PowerPoint presentation projected on a wall screen, but had me sit to her right so I could see it better. When I turned from the presentation to look at her she was in the middle of pulling her skirt hem down over the exposed tops of her hose. A wide darker brown than what ran down the rest of her legs was slightly exposed.
Without taking my eyes from hers, I placed my hand on hers and said, "Amanda, leave it. It's a little distracting, but it's the most pleasant distraction I've had all week."
"Just a week?" She asked with a smile.
"Months, if not years, to be honest. Please let it be. It's okay."
"Well, if it's okay with you, then I guess it's okay with me too. Just don't stare, I need you to really focus on what we want to do here, and it all in the presentation."
Catching a double meaning to her response, I asked, "And just what is it that 'we' want to do?"
"It's all in the PowerPoint." She said putting a finger on my chin to turn my head. "I'll tell and show you exactly what I want and need."
Amanda then went back into explaining her thoughts. I listened, but had two trains of thought going at the same time. Her presentation was thorough and very well thought out. Her hand rested on my shoulder the entire time, gently massaging me all the while. I could not help but wonder about her double meanings though and her hand on my shoulder confirmed in my mind that something else was happening too.
When she finished, I turned to face her. Her hand slipped from my shoulder, and down my arm before she retracted it to rest in her lap. I gave her my thoughts on what she had presented and suggested a few changes to make it easier for the board to grasp it.
She thanked me and said she would make the changes and send me a copy.
"But Hank, make sure you stop in my office before you leave, I need to get something straight between us. Okay?"
"Sure thing boss," I said and then left the room with my back to her. I figured, with her last comment, the last thing she would want to see was the tent she created in my pants.
At five thirty, most, if not all the other people had left. I packed up my things, and leaving them on my chair went to Amanda's office. I knocked on her door frame.
"Oh good, I was beginning to think you left," she said.
"You wanted see me before I left. Have I ever disappointed you?"
"Never. Come on in and take a seat," Amanda said.
