The rainy day and tropical weather made the Bay Area day steamy. Jean, a 43-year-old consultant / entrepreneur, had taken Friday off to slow down life and catch-up on sleep.
However, she hadn't slept until noon as she expected. She woke up at 8am.
She slept in a blue, thin cotton shirt and her underwear. Her breasts were slightly swollen and pushed on her shirt. She took it off and let her pendulous, plump breasts bounce. Her body was athletic because she did swimming workouts with a master's team and ran half marathons every couple months. Her body was sporty; she had strong features and strong hands from pulling without cooking in the water.
The wind blew a misty day outside and shadows of trees jumped around in her living room where she sat on the couch to check email wireless connection. She had put her shirt back on even though her nipples pushed through the shirt, slighting hurting. Among fifteen emails waited one with the subject:
mentee found, please contact within 7 days
The email was from the mentor coordination center of the college where she had graduated twenty years ago.
She had signed up to mentor girls so she could help them navigate the high-expectation work environment, out compete men, break glass ceilings, and in general be strong hot women, just like her.
Jena had been through a divorce. At first she had cried and been devastated but after a few months she realized it was for the best, she had liked to fuck more than her lame husband, and so put it behind her.
Now found herself too busy and slightly too tired to think about guys. She felt horny because all the sports she did; but a stronger force was her love of work and create. She had no time for guys right now and enjoyed working to create her dream.
She opened the email and the name of her mentee was: Michael
"Wow," she thought. "That certainly doesn't sound like a girl. What's going on. Let's find out."
She immediately called the alumni coordinator and asked what the deal was. The coordinator said he knew Michael wasn't a girl but he was a good student and their were no girls. He assumed somebody was better than nobody.
That last little argument turned Jeans mind and she decided to go with it. Somebody to mentor was better than nobody, for sure.
She called him immediately and arranged to meet that afternoon at a coffee shop to talk business. These college students have flexible schedules, which she liked. A call meant a meeting could be set-up in a couple hours not a couple weeks.
Michael sounded nice; nothing more. After talking to him she wasn't that excited to see him although helping somebody with career advice was worth it even if Michael was a complete dork.
Maybe he would start a company one day and be a client, Jean thought strategically.
At 4pm she waited for him at tables outside the coffee shop. The weather had lifted and so the day was steamy. She had dressed half-casually; her sporty firm body came through via her exposed calves. Her plump, pendulous breasts were hidden under a business suit top.
Jean saw Michael coming and he looked sort of regular, in shape, and generally like a nice intelligent young man. So, she nodded to herself and was ready to put in her hour of advice.
However two things happened.
