Someone who worked for you....

[JTP12]

Anyone interested in some stories from when I had a young, beautiful blonde work for me? So many upskirts.

[meandmygirl]

Originally Posted by JTP12

Anyone interested in some stories from when I had a young, beautiful blonde work for me? So many upskirts.

Of course :-)

[edgewood]

I'll share a story of a legal office assistant who worked with me 8+ years ago. She was in her mid-20's, tall, athletic, very attractive with red hair and large, natural breasts. We were friends, although each of us were in separate serious long-term relationships.

One weekend, I was working (aloe) at the office, and walked into her cubicle space to retrieve a printed document. (One of the office printers was located within her sizable office area.) It was dimly lit at the time, and I accidentally knocked over a large binder. I discovered that the binder contained about 60 CD-ROM disks, with handwritten descriptions of the contents.

It turns out the assistant had used her office computer to transfer thousands of her personal photos on to CD-ROM disks. Out of curiosity I flipped through the CD-ROMs. Most referred to friends' weddings, birthday parties, vacations and similar events. However, there was one inscribed, "Dirty Pictures." On it were fifteen explicit POV photos taken by the assistant's boyfriend of her nude, giving him a blow job, and then fucking him from on top. There was also a two-minute video of the same encounter. They were epic!

OF COURSE, I my a copy of these for myself before carefully returning the binder to its normal place on her desk. For the next two year of her employment, I would periodically explore if she stored other photos. Alas, no luck.

Unfortunately, I cannot share. Over the years, I've lost track of these photos/video.

[magnaebony]

anyone every lose track of something like that??

[piecenick]

I lost some great pics. One Mardi Gras I was invited to a balcony on Bourbon St. by one of our vendors. Of course there were lots of beads to throw to the crowd for 'favors', the 'favors' were usually women showing their boobs. I brought a nice camera to record the festivities.

I looked down and who do I see but 2 attractive ladies from our accounting department. They didn't recognize me because it's dark and all the lights are pointed down to the crowd. I ask the guy next to me to see if he can get their attention with some really nice beads. It works, I'm snapping pics and the ladies are pulling their tops up flashing their ample breasts.

That was about 15 years ago and somehow I lost the pics in a computer swap or hard drive failure.

[beatingoff]

I work at a dealership as a service technician, 3ys ago we had a young girl placed with us through apprenticeship. Wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but not ugly by any means. I was responsible for training her. For 6wks I got some frequent down blouse treats. I would guess a 34b.

[perciparson]

I want to know more about this blonde relationships...

[Saddledrifter]

When I first got out of college, I was a computer programmer. I was assigned a "Keypunch Girl" to key my programs on punched cards (it was 3rd Generation equipment). I must say that this girl was a looker from the get-go. However, aside from her beautiful face, she had boobs that sat higher on her chest than any girl I had ever seen. All the programmers had noticed it, and most all said that she was wearing falsies. I said that I didn't think so. They all laughed and said that we would never know. Eventually, we had a party at some apartments with a pool. Everyone was there in their swimsuits. She had a very small bikini on that afternoon, and I studied her well. It was my learned opinion that her boobs were real. As the afternoon turned to evening, everyone changed out of their suit before heading home. This was the early 70's, and most girls didn't wear bras when dressing casually. She was no exception. I could detect pokies under that blouse. Few people were still at the party when I saw my "proof." That following Monday at the office, the conversation turned to her and her bikini. I then said that I had proof that she was real. Everyone laughed when I mentioned the pokies. I was told I was dreaming.

I made seeking the real proof my major mission. We were both married, but I felt that I might have a chance to have a little affair on the side with her. So one day I asked her if she would like to have a drink at a bar after work. She readily agreed. We went to a nearby bar and had a couple of drinks. We were in a back dark corner of the bar sitting side by side in a booth. Pretty soon we were in a very hot make-out session. Fairly rapidly, I had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra unfastened. She was hot as hell and breathing heavily. I found out immediately that her boobs were very definitely for real. I then went for the gusto and started fingering her. She was ready for everything. And shortly she was moaning and climaxing from the rigorous finger fuck. But some patrons were a little jealous of all the vocal sounds she was emitting. One even said, "Get a room." With that she said, "Let's go." She buttoned up, and we headed out. I had gotten the whiff and was not about to stop the process at this stage. I said, "Let's head over to my car in the parking lot." She agreed. Once in the car, we headed into the backseat and had wild, unadulterated sex. I buried my head and face into those magnificent high set boobies. I could have munched on those all night. However, her soft, wet pulsating pussy also demanded attention. We screwed for close to 30 minutes. Eventually, we agreed that we needed to get home to our spouses, but we promised to get together again and as much as possible in the future. The next day at the office I had the proof. Nobody laughed this time. I only heard comments like, "You devil, you!" and "You the man!" It was the beginning of a great 6-month affair.

[SixPointFive]

My first job as a manager of people, I had a very competent assistant. She had a decent face, but a knockout body. Absolute 10/10 with lovely big tits. She used to wear low cut and tight tops all the time. Whenever she wanted something (time off/early finish etc) she would lean over the desk, pushing them together with her elbows.

Not once did I refuse her mega-cleavage a single request!

Found her on facebook recently...

[delt]

I worked at a large firm at its HQ office heading a mid-sized department. There were a number of attractive young ladies with an average turnover of three years as they left to marry, have a baby, etc.
I noticed one thing not taught in graduate school.
The most attractive ladies were used to using their beauty to get out of any mistakes they made or to get out of criticism. This included showing a lot of thigh, crossing their legs in an unladylike way, opening buttons on their blouse to show cleavage and one, knowing I was upset with her, chose to wear stockings under a short skirt the day I returned from a trip. She had worked for me for more than two years and I can assure you she wore pantyhose in the cooler months and would go bare-legged in the hot months like other ladies on our office. As we had our very serious discussion in my office, the skirt worked itself higher until bare skin was showing.