Description: A young man becomes involved with a mature woman who was previously his boss. Quite unexpectantly, he has to decide if he is willing to play Jill's kinky game.
Jill's Game or An Unexpected Turn of Events
By Mugsgame
Our team was having a late lunch to celebrate the wrapping up of the project on a Friday afternoon at a nearby restaurant. Jill had been the project manager and my direct supervisor for the last year. As of Monday, she was starting a new position with a different company. The rest of the team and I would be moving on to different projects next week as well. Jill was a handsome, full-figured, and statuette woman 15 years older than me who I found striking from the moment I had first met her.
Jill usually wore skirts with a blouse usually along with a blazer. She had had long, dirty blond hair that fell around her face. Jill was a decisive leader with extensive knowledge which she willingly shared. She could be funny as well. I sometimes wondered why she had never married. I certainly had always found her to be a very attractive lady who was very desirable. Given the opportunity, I would have asked her out if she was not my boss despite the difference in our ages.
The restaurant had placed us in a separate dining room with a few tables placed in front of a back booth running the length of the wall and a partition that separated the large dining room into smaller ones. During lunch, I was sitting opposite Jill a table away and noticed the outline of her bra through the sheer blouse she was wearing. I must have been looking a little too intensely because Jill to smirked at me, before turning away to speak with someone.
I was embarrassed, wondering if others had noticed. My thoughts turned to other meetings that we sometimes had in her office. More than once I had noticed what bra she was wearing through her blouses. The bras were almost always lacy ones. I always tried not to look or take notice. It was a losing proposition; I always did notice.
Although I tried to be discrete about it, I was pretty sure that Jill sometimes caught me looking. She never said anything but would give me a knowing look. I always felt foolish, completely out of my depth when I caught those knowing looks. It almost felt like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Jill always just carried on. Other than that knowing look, she never made any mention of it.
After having lunch, you could either go home early for the weekend or stay and have a drink or two. People started drifting away saying goodbyes. I stayed with a few rounds of drinks being ordered as people chatted. As more people went home, we moved closer together. Finally, we were down to a little more than half a dozen after starting with a group of around twenty people.
Jill had gotten up to use the restroom and I did so as well a minute or two later. I ran into Jill as I was coming out of the men's room in the little alcove where the restrooms were located. Jill was tall wearing heels that made her tower over me. I bowed slightly motioning for her to proceed ahead of me back to the tables. Jill smiled warmly, I followed her admiring her long nylon covered legs as we made our way back to the tables.
I found myself sitting on the end of the booth next to Jill with a few people sitting opposite us with a couple further down the booth. Before a last round was ordered, a few more people left. At the moment no one was sitting directly opposite us. Jill had turned away from me talking to the woman beside her. I was following the conversation. Without quite realizing how, I found my hand resting on Jill's knee. I was a little bit drunk, but I don't think I made any kind of conscious decision to put it there.
Jill glanced back, looking at me sharply. I didn't quite know what to do or say. After a pause, I just looked up at her with a dumb smile on my face. I shrugged my shoulders, giving her knee a light squeeze. Jill just gave me a quick smirk turning to continue the conversation she was having. As she turned, her legs parted a little. I did not know what to make of that when she glanced back, winking at me. My cock started throbbing as I slowly edged my hand around to her inner thigh and started stroking higher.
As my hand went higher and higher, I started to press against her panties. Jill turned back to me discretely waving a finger signaling no no. My cock was throbbing. I wondered what had just happened. I knew that I had always been attracted to Jill. She had allowed me to touch her. Yet she slammed on the breaks. Was she just teasing me?
As the lunch broke up, I summoned up the courage to ask Jill out to dinner the following night. While I did not know a lot about her personal life, the gossip in the office was that she dated several men with no long-term ties. The ones I had heard about or seen around the office were lawyers or executives much older than me. I am not very sure how or why but Jill agreed to go to dinner with me.
When I picked Jill up, she was wearing a knee-length white crinkle peasant skirt with flats along with a flowered print blouse. She did not quite tower over me the way she usually did in heels. We went to a small Italian restaurant that she knew sitting on opposite sides of a booth. I ordered a bottle of Chianti.
With Jill no longer being my boss, the conversation flowed much more easily. I did not feel as awkward as I usually did with her. We talked a little more about our backgrounds and I said that I was of Swiss/German descent. Jill smiled saying that her grandmother was German and had emigrated to America between the wars. She also spoke a little German that she had learned from her grandmother. Before drinking the last of the wine, Jill got up to use the restroom and I again admired her long shapely legs as she walked. When she came back, Jill sat in the booth beside me.
I could feel the warmth of her body next to me and smell the perfume she was wearing. I froze not knowing what to think or say and Jill reached up and turned my head to face her. She was smiling. Jill winked at me before reaching for my hand and placing it on her knee. I could feel my face flush as I rested my hand on her bare flesh. I quickly looked around. We were sitting in the last booth and there wasn't anyone at the tables opposite.
As I started running my hand higher up her inner thigh Jill whispered in my ear "you have such soft hands, but I have an early flight out to the west coast tomorrow." I signaled for the bill before driving Jill home, parking in front of her apartment building.
Jill was about to get out of the car but I said "Stop." Jill looked at me and I took her hand and kissed it saying: "I will be thinking of you and hope that we can go out again once you are back."
Jill smiled leaning down kissing me on the forehead saying "I will be looking forward to that."
Over the next month, we started going out most weekends and on the third date Jill packed a lunch and we drove to a state park and spent hours walking the trails and chatting on a warm spring day. When we got back to the car there were picnic benches with a view of a lake, and we ate and drank some cold pops.
Jill was wearing a blue blouse with cutoff jeans with her hair tied back in a ponytail. I thought she looked lovely in anything she wore. Jill then noticed me staring and silently placed my hand on her thigh.