I knew today had to be different, different than yesterday. I knew I couldn’t be the sap I was laying on her lap last night, the one pinned against that tree, jerking off to her texts late into the night. I knew that I - Melissa’s boss for god’s sake - couldn’t be “beta” to her, to my new, distressingly young, overly underqualified Office Manager. I had to exert myself as her employer…and as a man, goddamnit. I came down to meet her for breakfast before classes. I walked into the same outdoor restaurant at the resort we had dined at last night in another pair of too-big shoes and yet with the best of intentions, a set mind. But any thoughts I had of reestablishing my authority quickly evaporated when I saw her enter, strut casually to the table in her wedge-heeled cork sandals, and begin to sit down. The best I could do was - in an awkward show of chivalry - stumble to my feet as she arrived and try to keep my eyes from goggling and my jaw off the table. “Such a gentleman. Good morning..!” she sang, tucking the short skirt of her thin, boldly colorful sundress underneath her thighs as she sat. She watched me take my seat again and immediately recognized my reaction - probably one she’s used to. “Don’t worry,” she laughed, sitting back, settling her arms on the chair’s armrests and letting me look at her, “I’m not wearing this to classes today.”The amount of cleavage she’d decided to display with this dress was dramatic, bombastic, one would almost say weaponized. Such a well-built young woman with such abundance, I immediately thought, must know what sort of response she was going to trigger by wearing this, here, now. We’re at a buffet breakfast…it’s 7am! The early hour made her choice of outfit, if anything, seem even more salacious. Why…??“W-well you look very nice…” I conceded, knowing I somehow had to acknowledge the two huge, well-tanned, white elephants in the room. I looked down at my place setting, began to arrange my cloth napkin in my lap, “but…yeah.”She giggled, amused by my befuddled reaction and allowing herself a complicit smile. And then - in what must be a well-practiced move - she turned her head to look around the restaurant, giving me the chance to glance at her again, really take in her appearance. I fought every urge to stare, but couldn’t help allowing myself another quick glimpse. She’d done her makeup, her long, thick hair was down and lusciously flowed over her shoulders. Her dress was small, tight, displaying her figure more dramatically than I’d ever seen before. Lord, her breasts really are the size of a human head, solidly lush and voluptuously firm, supported heroically by what looked like a pink bra, hinted at by a visible strap.Jesus stop…you’re staring.“I love this dress and I really wanted the chance to wear it on this trip,” she continued, looking down at herself with an insouciant poise, casually adjusting the neckline over the generous swell of her left boob, “but I promise it really is just for breakfast today….” She looked up at me with a munificent smile, tossing a stray river of dark hair over her left shoulder, affording me an even better view. “I guess I get it show it off just for you. ““ah-ahhh…I-I’m honored,” I stammered, allowing her her joke, straining to smile. Jesus, stop, I thought to myself, this is not going the way it needs to go!Melissa laughed, and sat up straighter as she started chatting, just as a waiter came to fill our coffee cups. She was seemingly oblivious of the jiggles that every laugh, every giggle brought to life. Flesh rippled on her chest with every movement, surged with every breath. I was having trouble focusing on anything else but keeping my eyes under control, and our server obviously was as well.“Oh, uh…s-sorry,” the poor guy apologized, as a small dribble of coffee pooled on the wood table, next to my cup after a distracted pour.“No worries..!” Melissa said breezily, leaning across the table with her napkin to dab up the mess, “I’ve got it.”I watched her big boobs wobble in her dress as she tended to my mess, as the waiter sheepishly stepped away, backwards, leaving us again.“So, what’s your first class today?” she asked, reaching for the small pitcher of creamer, “Mine’s a seminar on, like, some new coding things.” She’d taken it upon herself to finally direct the conversation back to business…and fix my coffee. She poured me a good helping of milk.“Uh…” I stammered, unsure, patting my jacket - did I have my schedule printed out in my pocket, here, still? “I, uh, don’t really know…” Not in my pocket…maybe, uh…Melissa looked at me, as she cracked the first of two sugar packets into my coffee, with a curious eye. Why was I so befuddled? Well, I’d never sat across from, let alone actually have to communicate with, a woman confronting this me with this much cleavage. My brain just obviously couldn’t take it. Her eyes twinkled, and I worried that she knew exactly what was happening. “No spoons…” she commented, and stuck her long index finger in my coffee and slowly started stirring it, watching me check my pockets again. “Oh my goodness, seriously,” she finally scoffed, mischievously scolding my inaptitude, pulling her finger from my coffee and pushing the cup closer to me, “you’re so disorganized! Don’t you have the schedule I sent you?”“On my, uh, phone?” I asked, feeling half a Luddite. I did remember Melissa sending me some itinerary files, some information about the meeting. Jeannette, my old office manager, had always sorta done the same thing - organized my days at the meeting for me, arranged flights and rooms and meals and whatnot. I just figured it was the way things were done, when one had a, uh, girl. An Office Manager. Embarrassed, I took a sip of coffee. “Just the way you like it?” Melissa asked. Wait…had she had her finger in this?“It’s great,” I replied sheepishly. My hands lay flat on the table. “Okay, well, today I want you to check in with me,” she said, plainly, a new authority having been layered into her voice as she picked up her own coffee, “it’s only a half day of classes but I want you to meet with me during the breaks.” Over the rim of her cup she was watching my face, taking her first sip, looking for my reaction. She saw my brow start to furrow and continued before I could speak. “I need to make sure you know where you’re going, what you’re doing next, that you’re going to the right place,” she said, her bossy casualness surprising me, quieting me. Her eyes dropped as she put her cup down but then she looked back at me. “I need to keep an eye on you, obviously…”She reached across the table, put her hand over mine. “Understand?”I feel a submissive thrill shiver through my bones. I knew I should laugh her off, tell her she’s being ridiculous, that of course I could get myself between my own classes but…“Y-yes…”Her eyes gleamed, a warm smile grew to light her face and she leaned forward to fully clasp my hand between both of hers, putting her elbows on the table and inadvertently squeezing her big, softly tanned breasts together between her upper arms. Cleavage bulged spectacularly, impossibly, just below my line of sight. If I didn’t know any better, I thought, as I tried to keep myself from glancing down and goggling, I’d think she was -rewarding- me. “Good boy” she giggled, the look in her eyes telling me: that’s settled. She squeezed my hand with eager excitement. “Omigod we are going to have such fun together this afternoon!” she tittered, sitting back again, “You get to be with me the whole time! Aren’t you excited!” She laughed, watching my face while she teased me. “Beach, pool. More beach, more pool..”It’s true, it was Wednesday, and this afternoon was really the only time we had during the week to ourselves, away from lectures and the conference. I had promised her early on that we’d spend it together. The promise of seeing Melissa in a bathing suit was too great a temptation, and the looming anticipation of it was, so close now…well, I was almost ready to puke.“S-sounds great…” I managed, nervously fiddling with my coffee cup. I fully realized what I was going to be giving myself up to: sun, surf, beach, bikinis. This was going to be Melissa’s turf, for sure. “So, actually,” she began, a funny smile coming to her face, “I realized that - once we got here - I’d been here before. Well, not here, at this resort, but this area. It was a few years ago, back when I was kinda modeling. I did a photo shoot near here, for some calendar, at a place just a ways down…”She fiddled with her coffee as I tried not to look rapt.“ A little nature reserve or something,” she continued, “it was silly, really, the calendar never came out. The group of producers were all jerks. But, the place was really pretty, and the pictures came out nice. And I was thinking…you’re so good with your camera. Can I ask you a favor?” ========================================thanks to @morphsbymig for the image and @pugugly001 for the “weaponized” term - love it! -- source link
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