When I started working as a computer consultant, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. I figured that the work environment would be more or less the same as when I was working full-time (before the Internet bubble burst), except I would get paid for overtime and wouldn't get the same full-time benefits. Fortunately, I soon found out that there are other kinds of benefits that can more than make up for the difference....
My supervisor was Shannon, a full-figured woman about five or ten years older than me who worked as this office's system administrator. On the first day I was there with two other new consultants, she was giving us the tour of the office. As she led the three of us from one area to the other, I stayed behind the other two. I didn't want them to notice that my eyes were fixed on her beautifully-curved ass as it swayed back and forth under her business-casual full-length skirt, or how I glanced to her fantastic breasts every time she looked away from us. She had a friendly, outgoing smile for every one of us and a slightly Southern accent that turned me on in a way I'd never expected. I couldn't help admiring her in a distinctly non-professional way, so I did my best to conceal it instead.
Individually, we spent the rest of that first day getting familiar with our computers and software, both with and without Shannon's help. I enjoyed asking her for assistance whenever I needed it, though, and tried not to breathe too heavily when she stood next to me bent over my keyboard. Was she leaning closer to me on purpose? I pretended that she did, even as I tried to tell myself to control my lust. Sooner or later she's going to notice if I'm not careful, and after all, she IS my supervisor.
By the second day, we all had our email, outside internet, and instant messengers working properly. Shannon was sending emails to us to make sure we knew what we needed to do to get started on our first assignment. And now I noticed that she was a bit of a tease, because her email to me ended: "Get this done today as soon as you can. Don't make me come over there and punish you!"
Now, how could I resist answering something like that? Especially since she'd come to work that morning wearing, not another full-length skirt, but one that clung tighter to her thighs and ended just above her knees. I replied to her email, trimmed it down to the last sentence, and added: "Punish me? Well, that would depend on what you had in mind...." I knew it wasn't professional, but since she was clearly in a playful mood, how could I get in trouble just by answering in kind?
Her reply came to my inbox several minutes later: "I'll have you know I take young men like you over my knee for a spanking if you don't behave."
"As long as I get to return the favor," I answered, "I think I could live with that."
"One good spank deserves another, hmm?"
"Well, fair is fair, isn't it?"
"Oh, you'd like to get your hands on my backside, wouldn't you?"
This was clearly beyond professionalism, but I couldn't resist telling her what was on my mind: "I'd put my hands anywhere on you that I could, if I thought I could get away with it."
Her reply: "Honey, with those hands you could get away with just about anything you wanted."
Hot damn.... I sure wasn't going to stop now, was I? "Well, with a body like yours, I think 'anything' would include just about everything. I just wish I could see more of it."
"Mmmm... hold that thought. And don't go anywhere for lunch, okay?"
I licked my lips and swallowed. Whatever she had in mind.... but what did she have in mind? I deleted the latest email and felt a rush of relief that she was the system administrator, so there wasn't much risk of anyone else stumbling onto those emails on the server.
I did my best to get back to work writing code until finally a new email arrived. It was an automated invitation to a meeting in the conference room at the other end of our wing in ten minutes. People attending included myself, Shannon... and that was it. I immediately clicked the button accepting the invitation, and ten minutes later I walked over to her desk.
She smiled and told me to wait just a minute, as she finished up what she was working on. I tried to look casual, glancing around at the mostly-empty desks and glad it was lunch hour. Soon she got up and, with a smile no one else could interpret as anything but businesslike, said to me, "The meeting room's this way. Follow me."
I did so, trying much harder this time not to watch her ass swaying back and forth with every step. She talked as we walked between the cubicle walls, saying, "I've scheduled the meeting room for the next hour just to be safe. I'm sorry we've got to walk so far, but I wanted to be far away from our department. And anyway, this is the only meeting room that has a lock on the door. That's what took me so long to set it up."
I grinned inwardly. "I didn't think that took too long at all. And anyway, I certainly didn't mind the wait."
"Mmm, me either, hon." The way she said that with her slight Mississippi accent made me harden in a way that watching her body move just couldn't. "Okay, here we are. After you."
It was a typical meeting room, with a long table to seat at least twelve, a comfortable chair at the head of the table, a carpeted floor... and, as promised, a lock on the door. She closed the door as quietly as she could and turned the lock with a soft click. "Just to be on the safe side," she said softly as she took off her business jacket. "No one's going to come in here unless they're part of a meeting, but we don't want to take chances, do we?"
