Her Very Own Personal Secretary

I studied fashion merchandizing and after graduation went to work for Penney's as a buyer's assistant. My boss is Hilda an older never married who told me that if she had wanted children to look after she would have hatched her some. She expected me to be grown up and carry my weight and not have to be supervised. Hilda was everyone's sample of a hard ass lesbian bitch.

It was Hilda's habit to undress me and dress me back up. Take off that top, it makes your tits look to big, here try on this bra, tits shouldn't be the first thing someone focuses on when they see you. Here, try this, it will flatten out your tits, so you can wear this dress. God girl, can't you keep those tits under control, I can see your headlights from here. Who, pray tell, is responsible for those tits. I stood topless in front of her while she worked out the problem to hide my tits. Hilda liked to touch me in my underwear, run her finger up and down my 'slit'. Push her finger against my clit. I couldn't help it, I liked her touching me and playing hide and seek with my tits. Her hand were firm and when she squeezed my nipples between her thumb and index fingers I got a little wet.

One day without much thought I kissed her on the cheek. I'm not your mother, she snapped back at me. The next kiss wasn't so subtle it was on the lips, do I look like I want to kiss you, do you confuse with me with a man. No ma'am I answered, I can't help it. Well you should think twice about kissing your boss. But Hilda liked me to kiss her lips, and stand close to her, and let her feel my tits against hers, and let her hand fall down between us and touch my clit.

She invited me to go with her to New York for the fall show. We stayed at a small hotel that she knew and shared a small room. You sleep on that side, and if you fall off I will not pick you up so sleep close. Her arms around me, her hands cupping my tits, her hand slipping down across my stomach and into my panties to rub my clit. My legs opened like magic, and her fingers found my vagina and she kissed me on the lips. Her nightgown was in the way and I helped her get out of 'that old thing', she had small tits, her nipples were hard when I kissed them, she was very self conscious of loosing her pants and letting me kiss her clit.

The age difference wasn't really that much, in her early forties to my early twenties, she got very wet when I kissed her and gave her tongue. We made love that night until very late and fell asleep, the alarm going off way too early. At the show she introduced me around as her very own personal secretary. I summarized that was 'code' among the gays and lesbian crowd for a younger girl on her arm. I let her bind my tits down to wear that dress she brought for me. God girl, where did you get those tits.