My name is Jim and I'm an average Joe in his late forties with a beer gut and minimal sex life. The one area I've been blessed is my cock. Not that it's real long, but it's thick as a fire plug with a giant mushroom head.
My boss, Jill, is a haughty knockout who once won a Mrs. America contest. 5 foot 7, long curly hair, and the best apple bottom butt I have ever watched climb a set of stairs. To see Jill in motion in her tight, short dresses and six inch heels is a mind-blowing dick-stiffener, as her ass cheeks rotate lovingly to and fro.
Jill knows I want her and always taunts me with stories about her sex life with her husband. Each story ends with her pouting her lips and saying, "Too bad you'll never get any of this high-class stuff."
One day, the entire work force was summoned to the auditorium to hear a video conference from the home office. There must have been 250 people jammed into the hot, stuffy room.
Jill and I arrived late, and to her annoyance were pinned in the very last row of standing room only attendees.
Jill stood directly in front of me in a flowery cotton dress that was well above the knee. I could look over her shoulder into her cleavage and see her breaths rise and fall, pushing the hint of a frilly bra into view.
"Jill, your perfume is making me lightheaded." I whispered in her ear.
"Shhh! Behave! I'm trying to hear this." she admonished me.
"I can't concentrate with you up against me." I giggled into her hair, and this time I rubbed my nose into her earlobe.
"Here, hold my purse!" Jill hissed, and as she passed it back to me I fed it through my arm, but I now placed my hands on her hips.
