Debbie Dingle was enjoying her new life on the island of Jersey.
Having landed a job as a mechanic in an upmarket motoring organisation, she and daughter Sarah had settled in very well indeed.
The only thing missing from her life was a man, or more to the point, sex, it was months since she had enjoyed sharing a bed with either a man, or she had in the past a woman.
She had been on a couple of dates with one of the other mechanics, but no with spark between them, that avenue fizzled out.
Laid in bed one night, she visualized having sex with the boss of the organisation Tom Hoyle.
He was in his mid forties, tall with a look of George Clooney about him. Having inherited the business his grandfather founded, he was very rich, with a string of sports cars to run around the island, a couple of boats moored in the marina, a stable of horses, not to mention a beautiful wife, yes you could say he had it made.
Debbie's neighbour was always pleased to take care of Sarah after school, allowing Debbie to work overtime when required.
One night whilst working on an important clients BMW, Debbie was under the hood, bending over the engine, when a voice from the back of the workshop said "now there is a sight to warm the heart of an old man," it was Mr Hoyle.
"What do you mean?" asked Debbie.
"To see a pert bottom like that, I was always a bottom man, and yours, Debbie isn't it? Is one of the nicest I have seen in a long time".
It was the first time Debbie had spoken to the big boss, and she surprised herself by turning around and saying "so you like what you see?"
"I certainly do, and I will be keeping my eye on you, young lady, goodnight Debbie." And with that turned around and left the room.
Debbi was disappointed, but over the next few weeks, she kept 'accidentally ' bumping into Mr Hoyle and a mutual kind of flirting took place, which built into sexual innuendo, and sexual tension was in the air.
Then one night, after all the others had left, Debbie left the maintenance section , crossed the floor of the car showroom, with its BMW's , Porches' and other top of the range automobiles. Debbie ran her hand along the side of a Audi sports and looked up into the executive offices, the light in Hoyle's office was still on.
Still uncertain ho things would go as she planned, Debbie nervously climbed the stairs and knocked on the door of his office.
"Come in" Tom Hoyle said in a surprised voice. He was taken aback when he saw Debbie standing in the doorway.
"This thing is going to happen sooner or later, so I thought we could get it out of the way." said Debbie, her voice trembling with nerves as she turned and locked the door.
She walked to the centre of the room and slowly unzipped her blue works overall, revealing a basic black bra, but with enough lift to create a nice cleavage.
