Around Christmas time I hired a new guy at work. I was the manager of a store that usually had either women or gay men so when this young nineteen year old boy applied I thought to my self, "Once again the theory is correct, all the cute ones are gay." He seemed like he was going to be a good fit for the store. The customers liked him and even if he was gay (which I didn't really know one way or the other yet) he was at least a gorgeous piece of eye candy to have around. He had found himself into my masturbation rotation pretty quickly.
As time wore on we ended up spending a lot of time together. We were the only smokers of the store and always went on at least 2-3 smoke breaks per shift. We would talk about all kinds of things and soon enough he mentioned a girlfriend. I was thrilled and miserable all at once because at least he was straight and could quite possibly end up interested in me but he was taken.
We would progressively get more and more familiar as time went on to the point that my boss pulled me to the side because she was afraid that we'd get hit with a sexual harassment suit if I kept it up. She had seen me give him a hug for handling a difficult customer that I didn't want to deal with myself on that particular day. She asked me first if he and I had anything going on. I told her no and asked how could she think that I would jeopardize my career by going after one of my employees let alone one that was only nineteen. She reminded me of our company policy against employees dating, all the while I giggled on the inside. I thought, "If only she knew how much I thought of stripping him down in my office and taking what I imagined to be his huge cock in my mouth."
After she left that day I even joked about it with him. He laughed and said, "Oh yeah baby, you and me in the backroom, right?" and he laughed. We both laughed. I wondered if the thought of us in the backroom had ever crossed his mind before.
Time went on and the girls of the store had all admitted to having their crushes on him overtime. When he and his girlfriend broke up, he had even taken some of the girls from work out and I just sat there wishing, and hoping against hope that he would think to ask me but I knew that the odds were against me. I was twenty-four, married and had two kids, not to mention that I didn't think I was his type.
I am a BBW. Some would say SSBBW. At 5'5" and over 300lbs. I knew that I was not the ideal of beauty. I had my assets and I knew that I could work them on many men but usually not ones of his caliber. I would look extra good on the days he would work with me. The super bra was worn to shove my DD tits up as far as they would go. I wore shirts that would expose as much of my cleavage as I could. I made sure that my make up was perfect as well as my hair. I would flirt with him mercilessly hoping he would notice. I would always touch him and let our conversations stray into the realm of things that an employer should never talk about with her employee.
I found out all about what kind of girls he liked, how old he was when he lost his virginity, what kind of porn he liked, and how he liked to jerk off. I told him anything he wanted to know about me and my sex life. I gave him tips to use on whatever girl he would have in his bed next. He would always come up to me so excited after using one of my tips the night before with the joy of a child with a new toy on his face saying "Holy shit, you were right! She came in no time! She begged me to fuck her that way again!" These conversations usually led to a trip to the bathroom for me to relieve some built up tension deep inside me.
