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.
During the course of her backrub we had had time to casually finish our drinks, and, while I was working on her shoulder muscles Jan spoke for the first time since I had begun; "Aaron darling, that feels simply magical, but could I beg you to take a short break and mix us another drink?"
"Sure," I replied "would you care for another of the same?" "I think that would be perfect," Jan said, with a slight giggle, "just don't be too long!"
Well, that was easier said than done, as a nice Manhattan takes a little while to concoct, but I finished up and hurried back to the living room to Jan. When I reached the doorway I stood stock still in surprise, for, from where I was standing it appeared that Jan was completely nude! I gathered my wits, and proceeded in to set down our drinks.
As I neared the blanket Jan rested upon I could see that Jan was not nude, but rather was wearing a very brief pair of thong underwear. And, I do mean brief, the center strap looked to be nothing more a tiny strand of string nestled between her glorious buttocks! I sat down beside Jan, and we again toasted our accomplishments over the last weeks, and, to our friendship.
"Aaron, you did such a wonderful job on my back, would you mind massaging my legs also?" Jan asked. "Of course not, Jan," I said "you have such lovely legs it would be a pleasure!"
"Thanks dear, you have such a sweet touch! I haven't felt this good in ages!" she replied. I took a short sip of my cocktail, and slid down a little further toward her feet to resume her massage, and, while doing so, let my eyes roam over her luscious ass. Indeed, what a beautiful ass it was: rather large, but perfectly rounded with firm, proudly protruding cheeks.
I have to admit, at this point, that I was starting to develop a strong erection, and I was a little relieved to be working out of Jan's direct line of sight! I began down around her ankles, and, because of Jan's earlier comments, and my own arousal, tried to make the massage as slow and sensuous as possible! I gradually moved to her calves, gently kneading and rubbing her beautiful legs. It was quite apparent that all of Jan's time spent in the gym had certainly paid off, her leg muscles were perfectly toned, and somewhat hard to the touch (not unpleasantly so, however, just very, very firm).
As I worked my way further up toward the thigh area, Jan slowly, and gradually, spread her legs further apart so that there was a space about a foot wide between her knees. Of course, my eyes were now locked onto Jan's crotch area as I strained to get a closer view! Her brief thongs had somewhat pulled into her pussy, but only enough so that I could barely see the beginnings of a very prominent cleft! As there appeared to be no pubic hair obstructing my view, I could only surmise that, at the least, kept her puss nicely trimmed, a definite turn-on!