Susan looked at her naked reflection in the bedroom mirror and smiled.
Not bad for a 47-year-old, she thought.
At 5 feet 6 she wasn't short. Her long brown hair showed no sign of grey and still had the bounce and shine of her youth. Her face was smooth with full, red lips. She lowered her gaze. Her breasts had matured from pert 34Bs to a pair of heavy and rounded 38Ds. She had her 2 children to thank for that, who had already left early for school. She glanced further down. Her stomach, although not defined anymore, was still flat and she liked the way her hips had widened. Being a mother had certainly given her a curvaceous, hourglass figure. She twisted her hips and admired her butt. Thanks to her jogging it was tight and firm and her legs were toned and slim.
Yes, definitely not bad for 47.
Susan pulled up her lacy white panties, put on a matching bra and reached for her work clothes. She was an administrator at the local university and normally dressed quite conservatively. Today, however, was different. It was the last day of the year and the Masters students she looked after were submitting their dissertations. She decided, in her mind, to dress a little more daring. She buttoned up a white fitted shirt and zipped up her red plaid woollen skirt. These were tighter and shorter than she would normally wear and accentuated her curves well, but what the hell it was the last day.
"It's submission today, so I'll be late in," She shouted to her husband through the shower room door.
"That's okay I'll take the girls out for pizza after school and should be back home around seven," came the reply.
Susan picked up her laptop and bag and headed off to work.
Her daily commute took around half an hour and she spent the time thinking about her students. This year's intake had been very good, with a few of them even offering to keep in touch after graduation. Yes, she got on well with all of them; all except for 2 students.
These were 2 middle aged foreign army officers, Fashid and Ali, who had come to the University this year to study International Affairs. It took Susan about a week to realise that she despised them. Their attitude towards their fellow students was one of superiority and they were often caught bullying them for help. But it was their attitude towards her that caused her the most misery.
Every time she walked across campus near them or down the hallway towards them she could see them staring at her intensely as if they were undressing her with their eyes. Often when the wind caught her blouse, pressing it against her large breasts as she walked, they would shout after her and laugh grabbing their crotches. She often sensed them following her upstairs, knowing fine well they were looking at her arse. Worst of all they kept trying to grope her when no one was around.
Fashid once succeeded by quietly coming up behind her and slowly putting his hands around her shoulders and down onto her breasts. She stood there entranced while he mauled them, squeezing her nipples through the thin material of her blouse, kissing her neck and pushing his noticeably erect cock against her butt. He only let go when he heard someone coming to the door and then just walked away laughing. She had tried to complain about their behaviour to H.R. only to be told to try to put up with it as they were paying the faculty a lot of money to attend with the potential for more students to come in the future.
She definitely would not miss those two perverts.
After parking in her usual place, she walked down to her office and was met with a scene of utter chaos. The whole area was full of maintenance workers and she saw hoses coming out the front doors gushing with water.
"What has happened?" She asked her supervisor who had stopped her from going in.
"Water tank has burst and flooded the whole building!"
"What the bloody hell am I supposed to do? The students are coming today to hand in their work." She didn't like to swear and immediately felt embarrassed by her words.
"Don't worry we have found you another office to work from. It is over the other side of the campus in an older part but it should do fine. There is no phone line but you will be able to connect to the University's Wi-Fi and Reception will keep in touch by email." He handed her the key.
It was a long walk to the building and as she approached it looked deserted. She checked the key fob; her office was on the first floor. Before going up Susan looked around for the canteen and found it tucked down a side corridor. It was going to take a lot of coffee to get her through today. She climbed the stairs and opened the glass doors to the hallway. Her office was way down the other end and as she walked she tried to look in the other doors for signs of life.
This place is a ghost town. She thought as every room she tried was either empty or locked.
Finally, she reached her office, unlocked the door, and went in.
Damn! Could they not get anything smaller!
The room had a big desk in the middle and a chair either side. On a side wall was a smaller table and above was a long narrow window. It was too high to see out of but large enough to let in some natural light. Susan set her laptop down on the small table, opened it and logged on to the system.
The procedure for today was simple.
Students entered the room one at a time and handed over their work. A receipt was given and then their details were confirmed on the system. Once this had been inputted their dissertations would be submitted to the external examiners and the students could graduate.
The deadline was 5pm today. Any work submitted after that time would not be counted and the student would fail the whole year.
After setting up, Susan checked her watch. It was 9.45am.
Submission started at 10 o'clock so she had enough time to go to the canteen, down a quick coffee, and get back. Which she did.
10 o'clock came and Susan opened the door. There was already a line of students waiting outside and so it began.
The students kept coming all day and by the time 4 o'clock came Susan was desperate for a drink.
There can't be many more? she wondered as she checked the list of those who were left to arrive.
Only Fashid and Ali's names were left unchecked.
Just great! I knew I would be waiting for those two.
Suddenly the computer sprung into life. It was an email from Reception.
'Fashid and Ali are on their way over and should be with you in 15 mins.'
Quarter of an hour should be just enough time to get downstairs, grab a glass of water and run back up before they arrived. Susan dashed off to the canteen.
Bounding back upstairs Susan saw 2 figures at the end of the hallway and realised they had beaten her to her office.
"RUN SUSAN! We have been waiting, HALF an hour!" came the shout from the other end of the hall.
Half an hour? Really? I don't think so!
She thought about walking slower to make then wait but obliging she quickened her pace. Her large breasts started to bounce up and down in her shirt as she ran towards the door. She knew the men were watching her but kept running.
Look all you want you perverts. It's your last chance to see these bounce!
