Well, let me tell you a little about myself so you may better understand my story. My name is Aaron and I am 35 years old. I have been divorced for the last 2 years. I am 6 feet tall and have a fairly slim build. I work as a financial services advisor for a Fortune 500 company here in the Midwest and have held this position for the last 10 years, ever since I received my Master's degree in accounting. When I began my career I had the privilege of working for a woman named Jan who became a mentor, and later, a close friend. Jan and I no longer work closely together, but remain within the same corporation.
Jan is the consummate professional. She, after a short marriage to someone who died young in a car accident about 25 years ago, has devoted herself to her work and become quite successful. Her appearance and manner in a professional setting is immaculate - designer suits and a bearing that can best be described as regal.
Jan is 55 years old, and rather stocky in build. This does not imply, however, that she is overweight, but simply that she is short (5'5") and built like the farm-girl she formerly was. Jan goes to the gym 5 days a week, and, while somewhat heavy in appearance, has a body that is as solid as a rock! She has short, nicely styled salt and pepper hair, very substantial breasts, and a big, beautiful round ass. Very, very delectable, according to my tastes. Again, in a professional setting she carries herself in a manner befitting the CEO of a large, successful organization, which, indeed, she is. Here, actually, our story begins.
About six months ago our company underwent a series of reorganization processes during which the respective departments of Jan and myself were closely involved. After one particularly trying meeting on a Friday afternoon, chaired by Jan, we went out for a sort of victory cocktail. This celebratory meal lasted throughout most of the night and served to rekindle, in a rather intimate way, the close relationship we had enjoyed over the years - which had, in a way, become a little more distant of late due to our disparate divisions and schedules.
After a fairly long evening, filled with reminiscences of our close relationship and career interactions, I picked up the check and we started to leave.
"Aaron, sweetheart, this has been a terribly long week and I still need to unwind some more. Would you like to come over to my house for another drink or two?"
"Of course Jan, I'd love to" I replied, "shall we take separate cars, or go together?"
Jan thought this over for a moment, then said "Well, if we each take our own cars you will be able to leave at your leisure, and, we wouldn't have to make arrangements to retrieve the other vehicle later on."
"Perfect," I agreed, and we proceeded to leave, but not before Jan leaned close and lightly brushed my cheek with her lips.
This, of course, set my libido on a red alert, as nothing of this nature had ever happened before, but I essentially brushed it off as a figment of an over-active imagination. After a short 30 minute commute, Jan and I arrived at her townhouse in the nicer section of town, and, as I got out of the car, she greeted me in a rather special manner, namely by kissing my cheek again!
I must indicate, indeed, that up to this point, and, for quite some time afterward, I simply considered this as a rather intimate exchange between two very close friends.
We hung up our coats in the foyer, and after a little light-hearted banter, we proceeded into the dining area to mix some drinks. To my surprise, sweet Jan settled upon a Manhattan (a little powerful for this time of the evening.), and had all the ingredients on hand. I helped her mix two, and we settled down on her settee and toasted one another, "Here's to a job well done and great company," Jan said, and I replied, whole-heartedly, "Here's to you, me, and, the end of this reorganization."
"Here, here," Jan replied, "and, to much better things in the future."
After sitting there in front of a roaring fire for a half-hour or so, Jan stretched luxuriously, pulling those magnificent breasts of hers tightly against her blouse, and said "Aaron, sweetheart, would you mind giving me a backrub, I'm a little stiff from all the work we've done over the last week and think I need a nice massage."
Well, I quickly agreed, and so Jan went and retrieved a blanket and pillow and placed them on the floor in front of the sofa, then, somewhat turning away, quickly stripped off her shirt and bra, while carefully facing away from me. As she lay down I just caught the briefest glimpse of her huge boobs slightly swaying as she settled into a comfortable position.
Jan, at first, was leaning upon her elbows, and, occasionally would stretch up a bit to sip her cocktail. When she leaned back into a prone position her breasts would push slightly out to the sides, and I was treated to the sight of those glorious curves! I slowly and gently massaged her broad back, lingering here and there at areas such as her neck muscles and lower back just above her waistline. Jan, in the meantime, sighed contentedly as my hands slowly roamed over her lovely skin. As the massage progressed, it was extremely hard, if not impossible, to not (at least unobtrusively) brush my fingers against the sides of Jan's sweet, sweet rack.