I first met Joan the day I started working at the State utility as the new sales manager. Well I really didn't meet her, I saw her. The unit manager was taking me on a tour of the telephone sales and customer service unit. Joan was sitting at her workstation, headset on talking to a customer; she barely looked up as my tour guide explained the ins and outs of the operation.
As the seemingly endless tour commentary went on I was able to position myself so that I could look totally engaged in what the customer service manager was saying and at the same time take in Joan. Joan had to be at least 50 years old, not unattractive, she seemed like any middle aged woman except for one thing, her breasts.
Sitting with a straight back at her workstation her breasts jutted at least a foot in front of her; the other amazing thing was the sheer volume of her magnificent boobs. They started high on her chest and pushed hard against the top and bottom of the workstation desk. She had to virtually work around them to type at the keyboard.
She was dressed somewhat conservatively in a crisp white blouse that was straining against the enormity of her breasts, a bright blue jacket hung on the back of the chair. I had to get to better acquainted with this amazing woman.
The operational tour continued for the better part of half a day, and by mid afternoon I was finally allowed to head back to my office and start to get into the job. With my office located on the Western side of the same floor as the phone operation I had a view directly to the door leading into and out of the telesales unit. Over time this allowed me to get a handle on the work patterns of the phone operators, when they started, what time they took their breaks and when they finished.
The highlight was always waiting for and watching Joan come and go on her breaks. She almost always wore the same ensemble, nice shoes with a good two to three inch heel, a shortish skirt -- she had fantastic legs for a woman of her age, a blouse and a jacket that had absolutely no hope of every being buttoned up. As she walked her breast didn't bounce at all, rather they gently swayed from side to side, not massively, more like two enormous orbs shuddering with every step.
Now in the corporate world it's just not the done thing for a 30-year-old manager to be chatting up a 50 something year old phone operator. But with my daily dealings with the unit manager, a nice old lady nearing retirement, I was able to subtly learn much about Joan.
Turns out Joan was 53 years old, had been divorced from a complete A-hole for well over ten years and had pretty much steered clear of men ever since. She enjoyed socialising with the rest of the sales and service team, enjoyed a drink whenever they were on offer -- usually to celebrate either a birthday or someone leaving the company and she lived in a large house in the suburbs by herself. Other than that, she rarely went out.
As the months went on I had made very little headway with actually getting to know Joan other than small talk in the communal kitchen to make a coffee. But whenever I saw her I made sure I gave her a warm smile and a complement about how she looked, nothing that could in anyway be misconstrued.
It was killing me. Just looking at this stunningly busty mature woman who oozed sex made me hard, yet she seemed totally oblivious to the effect she was having on me. In hindsight, it must have been obvious to her that I was interested.
Almost every time she would take a break I'd walk in to make myself a coffee. There she would be, back to me, her trim legs looking spectacular leading up to her large ass wrapped drum tight in her skirt. I could also make out her bra through the shirt, this enormous contraption with the hooks straining to contain two of the most enormous breasts I had never seen.
Inevitably as soon as I got home I'd drop my pants and wank myself silly imagining running my hands through her shoulder length hair, licking her face, running my tongue across her red lips, feeling those enormous heavy breasts pressed against me and fucking her for hours.
It never took long to come with fresh daily images of Joan rushing through my mind, but the more I fantasised about her the longer and more enjoyable my wanking sessions became.
I was pretty much resigned to the fact that my obsession with Joan would always remain just a pleasant fantasy.
That is until the day she walked into the office dressed pretty much as normal, nice dark skirt, not too long, not too short. This time, however the crisp white shirt was gone, replaced with a light blue long sleeve cashmere sweater.
The sweater did not have a particularly wide-open collar but it was stretched beyond belief, it clung to every inch of her. You could clearly make out the heavy stitching of the bra around the midline of her chest. Her breasts looked amazing, bulging out the top of the bra was all the breast flesh that had no hope of being contained and under the tight sweater, the effect was mind blowing.
After this sighting it took all my self-control not to go in to the lavatory and relive myself. After all I was being paid to work not wank. The rest of the day just dragged on and on, I was totally distracted by what I had seen earlier. About an hour before work was scheduled to finish I saw Joan heading for the building exit. I thought to myself this is it... I have to do something, so I told my PA that I had to leave early tonight and quickly headed after Joan.
I caught up to Joan just before she was about to leave the building, and being the gentleman that I am I opened the door for her. Joan thanked me and we both continued towards the car park.
Joan started chatting with me... "Leaving early tonight to I see."
"Yes" I responded, "I've got a few errands to run before everything shuts, what about you?"
"I've got to drop my car in for service and if I don't do it now I can't get to work on time tomorrow, you know how bad the bus service is" she said.
"So how are you getting home after you drop the car off?" I enquired.
"Oh, I'll take the bus home, it's awful but what are you going to do" she said.
This was too good an opportunity to miss so I offered to give her a lift back home after she dropped the car off.
"No, no" she insisted. "That is far too much trouble, I'll be fine catching the bus."
I didn't want to come across as pushy so I said "Joan, it's no trouble at all and I'd be happy to but if you prefer the bus that's fine."
She smiled and questioned, "Are you sure it's not too much trouble?"
"Of course not lead the way" I said.
I don't know how I did it but through the whole exchange I was able to look Joan Square in the eye and not once did my eyes zero in on those magnificent tits.
By the time I got to my car my cock was as hard as a rock, thank God I had my business jacket in one hand to carry in front of me. As I followed Joan to the service centre my mind was racing. What can I say, what can I do to keep this going.
Waiting outside I watched her as she booked the car in and walked back over to my car. I felt like a complete idiot, I wanted to get out of the car and open the door for her but my cock was still painfully erect.
So I watched her walk towards the passenger door -- her massive tits swaying with every step, they had never looked so big as they did today wrapped in that tight sweater.
As she sat in the car and fastened her seat belt the belt cut directly into the massive chasm between her breasts. I was in total awe and Joan clearly noticed. My face went bright red.
Joan smiled and said, "Ready when you are."
I desperately tried to gain my composure and focused on the road ahead.
It only took about 20 minutes to get to her house. In the car Joan chatted away about work and so on. I kept my eyes firmly on the road and finally got control of my cock, which at last had relaxed.
