A couple of years ago, I worked for a large Department store where I was a Supervisor. I won't say which one but as a Supervisor, my uniform consisted of a black skirt and a white blouse that I sometimes found to be a tight fit due to the cut of the material. Or perhaps it was the fact that my rather large 38c breasts were too big for them!
The Store has a yearly stock-take and it takes place each evening after the store has closed and takes about a week to complete. All the staff have to take turns and everyone hates it as we never finish much before midnight each night. And as a Supervisor, we always had to do more nights and stay to the end.
It was after 11.30pm and I found myself working in the stockroom of the Entertainment Department. Because the room was so small and narrow, about 7' x 15', I was working with just one part-time girl. We were moving the boxes of stock that we had counted over to a shelf on one side of the stock room ready for the morning and as the part-time girl who was helping me had college in the morning, I told her to go home and I'd finish off on my own. I was working alone and was nearing finishing when Paul, the Store Manager came in to see how I was doing. He said that he would help me finish off as almost everyone else had gone and we could too.
Paul was in his early fifties, married and is quite good-looking. He was always very polite and friendly to everyone .He was always a proper gentleman and although he was always friendly, he had never flirted with me or with any of the other women as far as I was aware. I have always liked him and we got on well, but I never, ever dreamt or wanted anything to happen between us.
I began to hand him the boxes and he put them on the shelf on the opposite wall. We had quite a rhythm going, turning and passing boxes to each other, and I worked quickly as I wanted to finish and go home.
As we worked, I moved down the room slightly towards him and as he turned back towards me, his hand landed squarely on my left breast! I don't know who was the more shocked, him or me, as we both jumped and I let out a loud, shocked gasp! He was so apologetic; I think he could see a sexual assault case ending his career! The look of horror on his face made me laugh out loud and I told him not to worry about it, accidents happened and that I knew he hadn't done it on purpose. He laughed too and said thank god for that and what would I have done if I had thought that he had done? I told him I'd have screamed the bloody place down before I killed him! He laughed again and said but what a great way to go. I looked at him and wasn't sure what to say to that and just then, another member of staff came in and told Paul that she needed to be let out, so he left to let her out of the store.
While he was gone I thought about his last comment but I put it down to him trying to laugh off an embarrassing situation. After all, it would be the talk of the Store if people knew that the Store Manager had tried to cop a feel in a stock room! No one would ever believe it was an accident.
He came back into the stockroom and said that he wanted me to know that he had never intentionally meant to touch me like that. I said of course I knew that he hadn't done it deliberately, and that he should forget all about it because I already had.
He said that that was the problem, he couldn't forget about it. He said that although he really hadn't meant to touch me like that at the time, now that he had, he wasn't sorry. He said he had always had a thing about my breasts and now that he had touched one, he couldn't forget about it!
To say I was shocked to hear him say that was an understatement! After all, I was a 45-year-old mother of three and although I wouldn't say I was ugly, I knew my body was probably a little bit past it's prime. Although I have always known that my breasts were my biggest assets. I have always been quite proud of how my 38ds seemed to attract a bit of male attention. That was what attracted my husband in the first place after all!
But his blatant admittance that he liked them too, made me speechless for a second and as I looked at him, I saw that he kept glancing down at my breasts. I was even more shocked when I realised my reaction to his comments - I started to get butterflies in my stomach and I was starting to feel turned on by how he was looking at me!!!
I was shaking a little as I looked him squarely in the eyes and asked him what did he mean by that comment? He came and stood right in front of me as he asked me if I really wanted to know what he meant by that comment. I couldn't speak so I just nodded as I felt my face begin to go red.
He said that he has always loved to watch my breasts as they strained against my blouse and that he had lost count of the number of times that he had fantasised about undressing me and that he would do anything to be able to see them naked, even for just a few minutes. I knew that the blouses they gave us were a bit thin and that sometimes, they allowed more of our bras to be seen through them then we liked, and that I had even caught some male customers looking at me because of this. But I had never realised that HE had looked, or thought of me in THAT way, or in any other way for that matter! I couldn't believe what I was hearing and now, knowing that he had thought of me like that, made me go weak at the knees!
As he talked, he took off his jacket and tie and threw them both on top of some boxes and I certainly wasn't expecting what happened next....
He slowly reached out with both hands and I automatically stepped back from him but was stopped by the shelves behind me as I asked him what the hell did he think he was doing. He said hoping his fantasies were about to come true. As he reached out his hands, I saw that he was holding his breath. I think he was waiting for me to scream or slap him, or do something to stop him. But I didn't do any of those things, I couldn't believe what was happening to me and I was frozen to the spot. I just looked at him as he placed both his hands gently on my breasts!
I just stood there, almost paralysed as he cupped them both and his touch was so gentle that it sent shivers down my spine and I felt my panties getting wetter by the second! I said I would scream, but Paul smiled, shook his head and said there was no point, as we were the only two left in the store now, EVERYONE else had gone home. I could hear him breathing heavily now and he asked me if I was going to scream yet and when I didn't react, he squeezed them both very very gently. He said how wonderful they felt and that I had no idea how often he had wanted to do this! I felt my nipples hardening even more as he spoke. No one, other than my husband had EVER touched me like he was touching me and I couldn't breath and I began to feel light headed!