Ch4.
This is chapter 4 of the story of Stephen who sees people moods and emotions as colour. In the last chapter Stephen had some quality time with his sister Jen, In this chapter Stephen finds himself having work back late with his boss Helen.
As always comments and thoughts welcome. All characters are over 18 years of age.
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The next day was Monday and I left for work early, Jen, Mom and Dad all work as well, leaving and coming home at different times. During the week we all have different activities as well so it's not unusual to go the whole week without getting time together as a family. Jen and I found ourselves home on Tuesday evening, we were as tight as ever but nothing was said about the previous Sunday, and frankly I was too embarrassed to bring it up.
On the Wednesday I had a presentation to prepare for a client meeting. My boss is a woman in her 50s. She is a little on the heavy side but not altogether unpleasant looking. My work is usually pretty good so she is usually pretty friendly. Helen insists on reviewing our work before it gets delivered to a client, so I booked a meeting with her towards the end of the day.
I worked through the day, but was a little distracted thinking about my session with Jen and by the comings and goings of the women in the office. I never noticed this before but the colours surrounding the women were far more vivid the last couple of days. It was almost like I was more tuned to their signal.
I'd been working on the client presentation most of the day. Being distracted and finding it hard to concentrate, I knew I wasn't doing my best work. As my meeting time with Helen my boss drew nearer, I knew I was going to catch some flak. I emailed her my presentation and waited for the inevitable. I didn't have to wait long.
My office has a glass wall to the front, so I could see Helen approaching as she made her way towards me. Helen didn't bother to knock when she walked into my office. The plume of annoyance was thick and heavy surrounding her; I knew I was in for it. Helen didn't waste any time on small talk. "How long precisely have you been working on this?" she asked, throwing a printed version of my presentation onto my desk.
"All day," I said.
"Really?" she asked sarcastically. "Not your finest work is it?"
"No, I guess not," I replied.
Just at that moment the office bombshell Anne, walked past my office window, she looked in, saw the look of Helen, smiled sympathetically and marched on. While she caught my eye, I was careful not to let her draw my attention away from Helen. I'm not suicidal after all. Nevertheless, I am male and behind my desk my dick firmed up a bit and I made a mental note to catch up with her sometime soon.
When Helen regained my full attention her colour had softened, even started to take on a yellow tinge. She walked to my side of the desk and began correcting my presentation for me. Bent over my desk her loose top afforded me an eye full of her bra encased tits. You couldn't help but notice her soft skin; her tits were large and floppy even in her bra.
My thoughts drifted, I do love the way a woman's tits bounce around when she is being fucked doggy style. I regained my composure before I was caught obviously ogling her.
She'd paused for a second distracted herself, then continued finishing off my substandard work. Standing up straight again as she finished, she beamed bright yellow. Her nipples were clearly at attention, plainly visible even through her bra and top. She cleared her throat, told me to make the marked-up changes and left my office.
I must say I couldn't believe my good fortune. Not only had Helen not given me the going over I expected and most definitely deserved, she had fixed my errors and tidied up the language in my presentation. It was now probably the best presentation I'd prepared, even if technically I didn't prepare it. I guess that's why she is the boss.
I knew there was definitely something more going on here than would appear at first glance. The change in attitude and the change in aurora, they were obviously linked. But what was the cause?
I began making the marked-up changes to my presentation. But soon found an area where I needed clarification. As I walked toward Helen's office, I saw her coming out of the ladies room. She had flushed look about her and barely made eye contact as she described the necessary changes and rationale.