Working From Home

Sophie was a woman who usually never noticed men looking at her. Of course, she would notice an outright leer, and would be turned off by it, but she usually missed appreciative glances. For one thing, she felt somewhat socially awkward, and consequently, her own gaze was too often turned inward on herself, judging her social self, and sometimes on social occasions imagining she saw her own dislike of her unease reflected in the eyes of others. Added to that inward view, was the fact that she was sure she didn’t have the face or body that attracted appreciative glances. Sophie didn’t know how wrong she was. While she would never be a centrefold model, her male colleagues at work were very aware of her large breasts, and always tried to sneak lustful glances at the way those breasts bounced and jiggled slightly as she walked around the office, and at the way her big, beautiful ass moved under her dress.

You would probably think that such a lady was rather withdrawn and quiet, but you would lose your money if you bet on that. She was actually something of a walking contradiction, and her work colleagues were mostly unaware of her social anxieties. Sophie was the Office Manager, and projected a certain air of authority. She was proud of her office and of the people working there. The staff all knew that they were expected to be conscientious in their approach to their work, that bad behaviour and incompetence were not acceptable, but under Sophie’s management, such problems were rare. Her mildly extroverted personality, natural to her despite her social awkwardness, and her friendly, encouraging way of dealing with staff, meant her colleagues enjoyed the excellent working atmosphere she had created. Sophie was more than confident as office manager, and in contrast to her feelings in social situations, was proud of her relationship with her staff.

Matt had been working for the company for three years now and had thrived in his job. In the beginning, he had not had a lot of contact with Sophie, but his outstanding work ethic had seen him promoted to a more senior position that required more frequent consultation with her. Like most of the other staff, he was unaware of his manager’s underlying shyness, unaware that she shared some of the anxieties he felt in certain social situations. Matt was not a virgin, but his experience with women was limited, because of his shyness. As a result, he was never sure if she was sometimes teasing him or not, was no good at trying to flirt in order to find out, and worried about losing his job if he upset her. Most of the time, this was not a big problem. Like some of the other male staff, he liked to catch glimpses of the way her breasts and ass moved if she was walking around the office, but such opportunities were not frequent. Occasionally Sophie would wear what Matt thought was called a camisole instead of a bra. The garment had some built-in support for her big breasts, but not as much as a bra, so that the bounce and jiggle of her boobs were a little more pronounced, and the outline of her nipples was visible. Sarah felt more feminine and sexy wearing that sort of undergarment occasionally, was vaguely aware of the occasional glance, but was not overly conscious of the effect on male colleagues. She always wore a cardigan or a blouse, etc. over the camisole, so in her mind her exterior appearance was always much the same, pleasant but unremarkable. For Matt, on the other hand, the opposite was true, because the camisole days were the highlight of each month for him, or at least they had been. Since his promotion, he and Sophie had been sharing the work on a couple of projects, and for that reason she often came to his desk to talk over an idea with him. She would stand in front of his desk, meaning that from his chair, he was looking slightly upwards and had to force himself to look at her face while they talked and not rudely stare at, and talk to, her boobs. On top of the strong sexual attraction to her, Matt really liked Sophie, would have loved getting to know her better, and the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was a rude pervert. Occasionally, she would bring a file with her, place it in front of him, and stand beside him while they discussed it, or looked at a file together on the computer. Both things required her to lean over next to him so that he could feel her breast touching his shoulder or arm, arousing in him a strong desire to feel, to see, to caress, to suck. Camisole days went from being days of tingling delight to being days of depressing torture, depressing because he knew that, even if he could overcome his fear of losing his job, he could never overcome his natural shyness and would never know what it was like to bury his face in tits like Sophie’s. On camisole days, when she stood in front of his desk for a chat, he could just make out her nipples, if she was wearing a blouse or shirt, and he tried to have a look when he thought she may not notice. The real torture took place if she leaned on his desk, bent over towards him as she talked, a couple of buttons open at the top of the shirt or blouse, a position that gave him a tantalizing look at the swell of her breasts. It also gave him a hardon. Fortunately, he was sitting in his chair, his legs under his desk, so his embarrassing hardon wasn’t visible. When the conversation finished and Sophie went back to her own office and desk, he was able to slide a hand down over the outside of his trousers and rub his erection as he pictured the glorious sight of her breasts. On camisole days, Matt was sure she was deliberately teasing him, and would decide he had to make a little move, flirt a bit, maybe pass a comment, a polite comment on how attractive her figure was in her camisole. However, after masturbating at home in the evening, he would feel silly, a bit of a loser, and tell himself that the teasing was only in his overactive imagination, and that he might end up losing his job if his flirting was too suggestive.

Of course, Sophie never noticed her effect on Matt. To her, he was a highly motivated, reliable member of staff who took pride in his work, work that was invariably well done. She never suspected his underlying shyness at all. Like her, he seemed confident in his ability to do his job well, never cracked under pressure, had a ready smile for others.