The day began innocent enough. It was the day of my coworker's wedding and a number of us from the office were invited. We made plans to get dressed and get ready at the office after work and head over to the event together in one car. As the day came to a close my three coworkers and I piled into one of the guy's cars as he did not plan on drinking at the wedding. As we pulled out of the lot, our manager Linda came running out after us, waving for us to stop, which we abruptly did. Linda explained how her car had died and asked to ride with us to the wedding. As Linda squeezed into the back seat next to me, I saw her for the first time in a different light. She normally wore her long brown hair in a ponytail but tonight it was straight and hung down almost to her ass. Speaking of her ass, Linda had a pretty decent one for her 46 year old body. It was thick, but looked firm, and would outline a tight pair of pants fairly well. Her dress came down to her knees, which meant her smooth bare legs were shown off nicely.
However, the most ravishing feature of my older manager was her chest. Normal work attire may have hinted at her proportions and sometimes even showed a hard nipple, but this cocktail dress displayed the most magnificent cleavage I have ever seen. Her big tits looked like grapefruits, aching to be pushed up completely out of her dress. My eyes traced the valley between those fat globes and I was struggling to look away. Linda also smelled fantastic and it was all I could not to get a hard on as we rode along, her leg and body pressed against me in the backseat.
Despite my mere 24 years of age, I had been at one or two social work outings with Linda and she definitely liked to unwind and enjoy her beverages. Never married, it was rumored in the office that maybe she preferred a juicy pussy to a fat cock, but I always thought from the way she acted and the things she said that she was not only interested in dick, but desperate to be stuffed and stuffed well. My coworkers were each meeting their dates at the wedding hall but I had no date as my girlfriend had recently broken up with me. Linda had no date either, and joked with me that we would be a "couple" for the night.
Well we got there, and things got under way, all the couples hit the dance floor while the loners like me hung around the table. I noticed Linda at the bar awaiting drink number who knows, and I decided it was time for a refill myself so I joined her at the bar. We bullshitted for a bit about work, about my ex, and I could tell Linda was definitely feeling no pain at this point. She became very touchy feely, hitting my arm or shoulder as she spoke, giggling at my jokes, and blatantly NOT covering up her massive cleavage that was so abundant I heard some of the elderly guests commenting on it.
Linda headed for the bathroom, and as she did so I watched her body from behind, her big ass and hips swaying, and her hair bouncing around. Though I never found her overly attractive at work (none of the guys did), I found myself obsessed with her mature sexy body tonight. I went back to my seat and sipped my beer, but seconds later I felt a hand grab my own and drag me out of my chair. Linda was very bubbly and energetic and dragged me onto the dance floor. Unfortunately for me it wasn't a slow song so my dancing skills were pretty awful, but I managed to hold my own as Linda did her thing in front of me. She shook to the music, her boobs shaking frantically and her face becoming prettier by the beer sip. Some of the guys were now starting to look over and Linda seemed to eat up the attention. She slid forward and began to use my body to grind against, sliding her cocktail dress covered crotch up and down my body. My eyes were locked onto her huge rack, hoping that her tits would just pop out for me to see, and as I refocused, I could swear Linda saw me staring. She took my hands and placed them on her own waist, something that a manager and employee probably shouldn't be doing, especially in front of coworkers. We danced for a few more minutes until Linda wanted to go out for a cigarette. I went back toward my table as I am not a smoker, but my boss took my hand and led me outside with her.