She wasn't sure who, if anyone, was to blame. Did she start it, that day in the changing room? Or was it him and the way he looked at her? It wasn't really important in the grand scheme of things, but people seemed to be interested.

Margaret had worked there for almost twenty years. The hours suited her when the kids were small. The extra money was nice when they were older and she could do more hours. Now, after the divorce, the job paid the bills and kept her busy. Stocking shelves and sitting at a till was never her chosen career. But the staff were friendly. In fact, some of them were almost like family after all these years

He had started there just a few months before. Half her age, a twenty-something go-getter on the fast track management program. You know the type, chiseled jaw, fast car, gym body, dating a would-be model.

In this case, he was seeing one of the other assistant managers, a tall thin angular stick of a girl. With the body of a catwalk model. Lips like a bouncy castle and the self-confidence to match. The pair of them were so wrapped up in themselves that neither of them even knew Margaret existed.

If they had, then perhaps that skinny bitch would have closed the changing room door, and none of this would have happened. Serves her right.

It was a Monday, early evening. Margaret had pampered herself that weekend and been on a shopping spree. The new black mesh bra and thong she was wearing were far from her usual choice of underwear. But since she had started chatting to guys online, her confidence had begun to grow.

Instead of the usual sports bra to hide her ample 38DD breasts. She bought a sexy, almost transparent, uplift bra which made them stand out. Guys had been noticing her all day long as she sat at the till. Partly thanks to the black bra under a tight white blouse. Which had confused her at first, but by the afternoon she was actually enjoying the attention.

Margaret was going to see a friend straight from work and didn't want to spend the evening in her uniform. So went to the ladies' changing room after her shift. There was no one else around as she opened her locker and took out her jeans and T-shirt. But somewhere in the distance, she could hear voices, getting louder as they came nearer.

She began unbuttoning her white blouse. The buttons, pulled tight over her large bosom, popped free as she released them one by one. She worked her way down to the waistband of her pencil skirt.

The door opened behind her, and the voices continued, discussing something that they no doubt thought was so very important. Margaret turned to look, and standing in the doorway with her back to the room, was that skinny bitch. Beyond her, out in the corridor, was the hot new assistant manager.

Margaret turned to face them. Half expecting them to notice her and apologise. Wondering when the stick girl was going to close the fucking door. She pulled the rest of her blouse from the waist of her skirt as she waited. Then she noticed he was watching her. His eyes glued to her gaping blouse and the big soft breasts bulging from the black mesh bra inside.

Looking back, Margaret was shocked by her own reaction. It seems she didn't even think about it. She just looked the handsome young man in the eye as she unfastened the last button. Then slipped her blouse back off her shoulders.

He stood open-mouthed, watching Margaret over his girlfriend's shoulder. Margaret carefully folded the delicate white shirt and lay it on the bench next to her jeans. Then she twisted to one side. unfastened the zip on the right hip of her skirt, and wriggled it down over her bottom.

Margaret was a little shorter than average. With a fuller figure than average and just a bit of a pot belly. But she was perfectly proportioned, and as the young manager watched her bending down in just her matching black mesh underwear and low heels. Picking her skirt up from around her feet, the words "Fuck me!" leaked in a whisper from his lips.

The skinny princess turned to see what he was looking at. Margaret stood in just her bra and panties on the other side of the room. Her arms were up in the air now. Pulling her long wavy chestnut brown hair back into a ponytail.

Yes, she could have waited until they had left. Yes, she could have put her clothes on before sorting her wild hair out. But Margaret was enjoying the attention, especially as it was from him. And she was wearing nice underwear. For the first time in years. And well, just fuck them.

The changing room door slammed shut and raised voices launched into a full-on fight outside. Blushing outrageously and feeling so very naughty, Margaret stepped into her tight jeans and wriggled them up over her wide hips. Then slipped her T-shirt on over her head. Struggling a little with the ponytail. It was worth it.

As she left the room they were still outside bickering. They fell silent when she appeared, and Margaret was made uncomfortably aware of just how much her tight T-shirt showed off her figure. As the pair of them looked at her, then her tits, before kicking off the fight once again as she walked away.

Margaret told her friend all about it over a bottle of wine that evening, and they laughed so hard.

"You should fuck him," her friend suggested.

"What?" Margaret replied, genuinely shocked. "No, I couldn't; he's a baby. Why would he…"

"He's a big boy now," her friend interrupted, "and from what you say, he'd like to fuck you, so why not? You're young, free, and single, go have some fun while you can."

They drank more wine and had a good laugh, then Margaret took a cab home. The next day she woke with a hangover, but had the day off so no harm. Home alone all day, she logged on to LushStories, her favorite adult chat website. She told one or two guys that started chatting with her about what happened. They all agreed with her friend, and told her to, quote "fuck the lucky son of a bitch!"

Margaret arrived at work feeling strangely excited. There were butterflies in her tummy and her new favorite bra and panties were under her uniform. When she heard the gossip about the big fight the perfect couple had, and the mystery woman who caused it. She was both scared and excited.

She thought all morning about what she should do, if anything. She could almost hear her friend's voice in her ear. The strangers on the chat. Even her own voice in her head telling her she wanted, no, she needed this. And when she found out that the skinny bitch wasn't in. But he was upstairs alone in his office, well.

At long last her lunch break came around. She made excuses and slipped away from her friends. Looking about like a schoolgirl sneaking off for a ciggy as she climbed the stairs. She stood outside his office, her heart thumping in her chest, just taking a moment. Looking down she smoothed out her skirt, tucked in and arranged her tight blouse, then unfastened a button. Her shirt gaped and the soft full breasts almost burst from within. Gathering all her courage, Margaret knocked on the door.

"Come." His voice called from inside. Margaret took a deep breath, twisted the door handle, and stepped into the small room. She had no idea what she was expecting as she leaned back, closing the door behind her. But the expression on his face. The blush that flushed his cheeks and the way he looked her up and down hungrily. Gave her just the confidence boost she needed. He had seen her almost naked and was clearly looking at her tight uniform in a whole new light now. She took a couple of steps to arrive at the side of his desk.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr Burgess?" Margaret said softly. The young man shook his head. "Oh, good," she continued, "because I heard about what happened the other day, and I just wanted to say if that was anything to do with me? I'm sorry!"

"No, no Maggy…" he knew her name! Not just her name, but what everyone called her. Had he been asking about her? "You have nothing to apologize for. It was me that was in the wrong. I shouldn't have been there. It's me that should be apologizing."

"Don't be silly," Margaret whispered, leaning forward, her thighs against the edge of his desk. She placed her hand on his. "I could quite easily have avoided the situation myself, and now I feel I have put you in an awkward position." She took a deep breath, her large breasts bulging from her gaping blouse as she leaned over his desk. She watched him as he stared at them, then she sighed.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" She blushed a little herself at such a corny line. But it seemed to work. It took him a moment to process what she had said. Then add it to the way she was looking at him. Leaning over him and stroking his hand. Finally, he put two and two together and his mouth dropped open as he looked up at her in shock.

For a moment Margaret thought she had made a big mistake, misread the way he looked at her, or come on way too strong. That he would throw her out of his office. Her newfound confidence drained away. She felt silly and was sure he would just laugh at her.

But he didn't, he just sat with his hands on his desk, staring up at her. No doubt trying to figure out what the fuck he should do now. However, Margaret had come too far to give up now. It was time to make plain what she was offering. So she made the decision for him. Leaning forward she gently placed her fingers under his chin. Lifted his face to hers, and pressed her lips against his.

It was her first kiss in three years, and the first with anyone other than her ex-husband for twenty years. She felt the excitement of the moment earthing through her body like an electric shock. Without even realizing she did it Margaret let out a soft whimper as their mouths opened and their tongues entwined.

After the long sensuous kiss, her young boss seemed to regain his composure at last. He rose from his seat, trousers bulging outrageously as he crossed the room and with a click locked the office door.

Margaret turned to face him, perching her big, soft bottom on the edge of his desk and leaning back slightly on her hands. He walked back to her, his hands trembling slightly as he began unfastening her blouse. She watched him as he fumbled with the tiny buttons. Struggling with one, then another. Until, frustrated, he suddenly grabbed her blouse bra straps and all, and pulled them quickly. And none too kindly. Back off her shoulders and down to her elbows.

"Aaahh…" Margaret gasped as her big soft tits burst free. Bouncing and swaying in front of the young man. He stared at them for a moment. Drinking in the beautiful pale skin of the large, round orbs. And the dark pink circles of her big puffy nipples. Then he grabbed them in both hands, kneading and massaging the soft flesh before bending down, lifting one breast, and stuffing the nipple into his mouth hungrily.

"Aaahh fuck…" Margaret gasped, her nipple quickly growing stiff in his mouth, sending electric shocks of pleasure arcing through her body and into her pussy.

"Oooh god…" she panted, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands. Her arms were pinned to her sides by the blouse still fastened around her waist. He devoured her, sucking and licking, squeezing and groping, pinching and pulling. All the time she gripped his desk in both hands and squirmed, her pussy pulsing with passion.

His fingers found the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted the tight, stretchy garment up her thighs and over her hips. Margaret's panties, the sexy little black panties that she was so proud of. Were tugged down out of the way with not a moment's thought.

The young man dropped to his knees between her thighs, pausing with his face just inches from her dark hairy mound. Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked all of her soft, wet, sensitive folds inside.

"Ooh my fucking god…" Margaret gasped as he pushed his face between her thighs, into her soft-haired pussy, and began sucking her clit in and out between his lips, over and over. His arms shot upward and his hands grabbed her big hanging tits. Squeezing and pulling on them. Twisting her rock-hard nipples as his mouth worked on her pussy.

"Oohh fuck… ooohh my gaawww… aaahh… Aaahhh… Aaarrghh." Margaret cried out, gripping the desk with white-knuckled fingers as she squirmed on her young boss's face. With shocking speed. Her orgasm flooded through her quivering body like a tidal wave of pleasure. Slowly, the tension of her climax eased and she began to relax. Her pussy throbbing and pulsing, longing now to be filled.

Margaret released her grip on the desk even though her blouse shackled her. She managed to push his head away with her fingertips. He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Looking up with a cheeky grin at the panting MILF perched on the edge of his desk, happy with his work. Margaret lifted herself off his desk. Turned around, then simply fell forward. Twisting her head to one side as she landed boobs first on his desk. She pushed her bottom out toward him and waited.

Her young boss was quickly up on his feet. His trousers unfastened and down around his thighs. He held his big hard cock at the base and guided the fat swollen head to her wet lips. He eased the tip up and down her slit. Parting her folds, watching how she trembled and panted as he teased her. Then he pressed his length into her. In one long slow motion, going deeper and deeper. Making her whole body shudder as she moaned.

"Ooohhh fuck…" she hissed into his desk as he filled her, then "Ooohh… ooohh god…" she gasped as he jabbed the last inch of his huge cock inside. Feeling her womb caress the head of his magnificent tool. He grabbed her hips and began grinding himself against her big, soft ass cheeks.

"Aaahh… aaahh…" she whimpered as their bodies squirmed together. Her soft ass spread against his tight muscular hips, just as her breasts spread across his desk.

"Oh my god, Maggy… your ass is so fucking hot, I've never been so hard," he whispered still grinding himself against her quivering cheeks. His strong hands pulled them apart, his thumb brushing over her tight little rosebud asshole.

"It, it's all yours, baby," she stammered in gasping breaths. "Do wha-, what you want, aah, with it."

"Mmm, I had no idea you were such a naughty little thing, I'm gonna take you up on that someday," he said, pulling his long shaft almost all the way out. Then slamming it back inside her hot, wet pussy.

"Aaah…" Margaret cried out and reaching over her he clamped one broad firm hand over her mouth. While pulling her upright with the other gripping the blouse and bra trapped under her big tits. "Hmmfff… hmmfff…" Margaret whimpered into his hand as he started to fuck her against his desk.

"But for now…." he said between grunts. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks. "I'm gonna enjoy… that hot, wet, hairy pussy." He released her blouse and grabbed hold of her tit instead. Squeezing and pulling on it as he fucked her.

Margaret just managed to get her hands on the desk to steady herself. Though her arms were still pinned to her sides by her half-removed clothing. Struggling to breathe through her nose but moaned into his hand as his big, hard cock thrust up into her again and again.

"Oh god…" she thought to herself, "what have I done?" Her head spinning, her whole body quivering in response to each thrust. She hadn't been fucked, really fucked, like this for years, if ever. She twisted her hips, pushing her ass out and arching her back for him.

He was grunting and moaning himself now, groping her big, soft tits almost feverishly with his free hand. Then suddenly he lifted his hand and brought it down quickly. In a glancing blow that just caught Margaret's nipple.

"Hmmfff…" she screamed into his hand, her body suddenly writhing in his arms. He slapped her nipple again, and again, alternating from one to the other. Her big, soft breasts bounced, and a sudden pulse of painful pleasure throbbed in her pussy with each slap.

"Hhmmfff… hhmmm…" she wailed into the hand clamped over her mouth. Her cunt suddenly throbbing and clenching as a second orgasm tore through quivering curves. Her well fucked pussy going into spasm. Hugging his shaft as it slammed into her again and again. At last, he pushed her forward. Pinning her down face first on the desk and forced himself inside her. Buried up to the hilt as his throbbing, cumming cock sprayed jet after jet of his thick seed into her womb.

Margaret collapsed on the desk, panting and gasping for breath. Her body quivering, her pussy throbbing as her orgasm pulled every last bit of energy from her muscles. Powerless to resist him even if she had wanted to, her young boss gripped her ass cheeks hard and buried his throbbing cock all the way inside her. Filling her with a climax of his own. His thick, heavy shaft throbbing and pulsing as he emptied into her.

At last, his orgasm and erection eased. He sighed and took a step back. The young man's semi-erect cock slithered from Margaret's poor gaping hole and hung glistening and wet from the gap in the front of his shirt. By the time she had the energy to lift herself off the desk he was tucking himself into his trousers and his cum was running down her inner thigh.

They dressed in silence, both blushing awkwardly, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Yes, of course, they had both wanted it. But it happened so fast, and oh my god was it good. It was done now. Something had changed and could never go back to how it was.

"You better go," Mr Burgess said as Margaret fastened her blouse, he nodded to the clock on his office wall as he made his way to the door and opened it. Margaret looked up at him as she left the room, her mind searching for something to say.

"Bye," was all she could manage.

"See ya," he answered as he watched the curvy older woman wriggle along the corridor, down the stairs, and out of sight. She made her way to the changing room and into one of the toilet cubicles there. Pulling up her skirt to find a seemingly endless stream of cum leaking from between her wet pussy lips.

She cleaned herself up and only realized she didn't have her panties when she went to pull her skirt back down. She spent the rest of the afternoon blushing. Partly because she was so aware she had no panties on. But mainly at the reason why she didn't have them.

Maggy had been back on the till for almost two hours when Mr Burgess appeared on the shop floor. He made his way slowly along the tills, chatting with staff and customers. Margaret caught his eye several times and gave him a look that said I need to talk to you. Eventually, she had no customers and he arrived at her till.

"How are we doing, Maggy?" he asked in his best manager's voice.

"I left my panties in your office," she whispered in reply.

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of that," he said loudly, a cheeky grin on his face. "Why don't you come and see me before you go home, and I'll see what I can do?"