"Ron, come on in! I need to speak to you on something," Steve, my boss, said.
I am Ron, an analyst based in UK with one of the biggest banks in the world.
Steve: "The management likes you a lot and want you go to Asia to broaden your work experience. I would love to have you here, but I rather that you go and grow. If you are agreeable, you could relocate by end of this year."
With this, I relocated and started work in country E, which was the bank's regional headquarters in that continent.
Instead of Steve, my new manager was Sabrina, a petite Asian lady in her 40s. She was a mother of two, who just returned from her maternity leave. She dresses immaculately in her powersuits during the weekdays and dresses on Friday. Whenever she walks to meet the senior managers, many heads will turn as she walked by as if she was a runway model.
At a professional level, we worked well. She had the brains and charisma, whereas I had the ability to articulate and convince the clients during the investment sales pitch. I was delighted to say both of us could be attributed to bringing in 8% of the bank's revenue for that year. Physically, Sabrina was the Asian MILF of many men's dreams. During a festive celebration, she wore her ethnic dress which accentuated her slim figure and perky B-cup sized breasts.
Nearing the end of the year, the regional CEO called Sabrina and I to his office and he congratulated us for the work well done in power-lifting the bank's revenue. He would like to reward us with a stay at a hotel resort in a nearby country at the bank's expense. I was surprised by this gesture only to have the bubble burst by Sabrina moments later. She explained that we are going there to attend an appreciation event with the wealthiest people of the country to show our commitment and appreciation to do business with us.
We flew by business class and were chauffeured to the hotel resort. We were shown to our junior suites which were next to each other. We were to attend two evening events over two nights to meet with the who's who in the country. Some of our office colleagues from other departments had also attended this event.
On the first night, Sabrina was dressed in a pink gown, which drew looks from the guests and colleagues. She was like a socialite who spoke warmly with the different guests. The event ended slightly after midnight. Sabrina was slightly intoxicated and was behaving coquettish when I was escorting her to her room due to the effects of the alcohol. It was not easy resisting not to take advantage of her state of intoxication. I accompanied her to her room and left.
On the next morning, I bumped into Sabrina during breakfast. We had the morning off till the evening cocktail function. She was speaking with her husband on the phone and apologising for not calling the night before. She looked visibly upset throughout the call. After she finished her call, she joined me for breakfast at my table. She was embarrassed and apologised for her drunken antics. I politely dismissed it as an occupation hazard as we needed to mingle with clients and sometimes lose our inhibitions.
I suggested that we get a good dose of sunshine as it was our free time till the evening function. We gathered at the hotel pool to enjoy some sunshine. The pool was located at a secluded part of the resort, along a steep slope from the sea. The edge of the pool gave a visual experience as if it fused with the sea below.
Sabrina came wrapped in her bathrobe and asked why she was wrapped up in this tropical heat. She shyly replied she was in a bikini and she was not confident of walking around the resort in it showing her tummy. The manner she spoke sounded shy but yet coquettish.
I quipped for her to get into the jaccuzi. She pulled off her bathrobe and revealed her white fitting bikini that accentuated her B-cup sized boobs and her toned MILF body. She was in her 40s and had worked out regularly. My eyes were locked to the sight from her chest to her knees. If she was not working in a bank, she could be a porn star anyday.
"A penny for your thoughts?" quipped Sabrina as she slowly stepped into the jacuzzi.
I broke out of my distraction. Just as that happened, Sabrina missed a step and slipped forward in my direction. It all happened within a few seconds. I instinctively raised my hands forward to try to block her falling on me. Instead, an awkward situation happened. My extended hands met her boobs over her white bikini. I instinctively closed my hands and gave her boobs a gentle squeeze before I realised my mistake. In the panic to get my hands out, my fingers entangled with the bikini straps and accidentally yanking her bikini top out of place, exposing her nipples and full breasts.
At the same time, Sabrina was trying to regain her balance and regain composure from the accidental exposure. When she realised her breasts and nipples were showing, she used her hands to cover her breasts and sandwiched my hands between her breasts and her hands. In a desperate bid to prevent further embarrassment, I forcefully pulled my hands away from her grip. This caused the bikini top to give way, exposing her breasts while the bikini top hung loosely below her breasts. By now, Sabrina was crossed. She pushed me away and got out of the pool, grabbing her towel as she furiously stomped away.