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A Ghost from previous employment haunts me.

I haven’t always worked in the same place. I changed employment about 7 months ago, leaving a position where I had a lot of contact with many people, all of varied backgrounds and origins. Some of these people were memorable, some less so, and there were some who were absolutely unforgettable. One of the unforgettables, I remembered for her physical attributes; her oversize and excellently shaped breasts, crowned with what seemed to be permanently-erect nipples.

This lady took comfortable advantage of the fact that the employment did not have any special dress requirement, and favoured tee-shirts with no supportive foundation garments, and this made for some interesting sights and feelings [the emotional type, not the physical].

Well a funny thing happened on Friday. This woman, whom I had mentally christened “Nipples”, phoned me at work. She said that she was going to be in town on Saturday and asked if she could see me. I am normally a bit circumspect about that sort of thing when it is so close to home, so I asked what was on her mind, and she demurred, and again asked if she could meet me at work on Saturday morning. I presumed that she wanted to see me in a professional capacity.

I dutifully opened the office at 9 AM and occupied myself while I waited for her to arrive. She was not long, and she was exactly as I remembered her. Medium length black hair, oval face with Asian eyes, nut-brown skin, and those brilliant breasts with the seemingly permanently-erect nipples. Suddenly, I realised that the sensation that had overcome me when I saw her enter the office was the same as when I met a former girl-friend for whom I still had feelings.

She was wearing a skirt that, while reasonably modest, showed her legs off to advantage, and a top that did much the same for her breasts.

She sat on the seat opposite me and started by telling me that she was really in town to buy some Asian foods and spices, but wanted to see me too. She also noted that I had never contacted her despite at least two invitations, and me having her phone number. I mumbled something about being busy and her living a long way away, but inside, I was wondering exactly where this was all going. After a little more verbal fencing, she made her move. She simply removed her top and asked me what I thought of her breasts.

Oh, shit! Oh, dear. Mutter, splutter… And she leaned forward over the desk as far as she could, grabbed my hand, and placed it on one of her breasts. That was it! She had my undivided attention, and she knew it. She whispered to me “Is the door locked?” It soon was, and we were in one of the rear cubicles.

Well!!! She was dynamite (have you heard that before somewhere?) and was onto me as soon as we were behind the screen. She was as hungry for fun as any woman I have seen. She had her skirt off in a few moments, and that sight had me hard as quickly as I can remember for years. I guess that I could correctly add that I was not a slouch where it came to the quick-strip.

Our first position was with her sitting on my face – if I didn’t warm her up a little before I got some of the action, I would have been finished too soon for her, I thought at the time. In this position, I had a great view up her almost-flat stomach to those magnificent breasts. That was nearly enough to get me off on the spot, but I managed to hold on until it mattered.

Soon enough, she was really rocking on my face and I decided that it was time to get onto the really serious action. She had the same idea at almost exactly the same time, and simply moved down my torso and started to grind away on my peter. I did not count how many times she climaxed, but it was definitely at least three times. I soon rolled her on her back and did things my way. When I finally came, I thought something along the lines of “why did I not call her before?”

All too soon, the interlude was over, and there was no chance of a repeat shot as my brother had a client appointment at 10:30. She also admitted that she had to do her final shopping that morning before getting the train back to (the town where she lives). Thus the interlude was over all too quickly, despite its intensity.

I don’t know whether I will see her again, I don’t like to do any butterflying close to home. But then, I suppose that if she catches me in a moment of weakness again…. Yeah! I just don’t know.

Footnote: The above happened almost 7 years ago, and I have seen Nipples three more times since then. I can’t see her now because I am married and I don’t want to rock that boat. She still calls me once every month or two, and we talk dirty a little bit, but until/when/if this marriage disintegrates, that’s all that I am prepared to allow.

It’ll do me for now.