Affair of the Trainee the Manager
I was in a state of unexpected excitement tempered with apprehension about having fallen into this situation. There was guilt too. We were in the back seat of a co-worker’s car on the way to a Friday night staff bowling outing. Dorothy’s head was cradled in my arm and we were kissing. Her arms were around me and my other arm and hand couldn’t decide whether to pull her closer to me, move to her lovely rounded hip, or chance caressing the side of her breast. Our legs were beginning to intertwine...