She doesn't seem to mind

As I fell, I reached out, my hands gripping Catherine's hips in an attempt to stop my fall, pulling myself hard against her. As I regained my balance, I realized how intimate our position was, my hands on her hips, her shapely ass pressed hard against my crotch, and I fully expected her to be angry, to turn around and rile against me, perhaps even to fire me. But she didn't do any of those things, what she did do surprised me as it seemed totally out of character for my older engaged boss.

I stood there, frozen in fear of her reaction, not moving at all when Catherine simply turned her head, looking at me over her shoulder with a slight grin on her face. "Well, hello there, John," She almost purred as she smiled at me, pressing herself back against me slightly. "Can I help you back there?" She teased with a laugh, obviously not upset at all at my accidental intimate contact.

"N...no," I stammered, completely flustered at her response, trying not to think of the pleasant sensation of her shapely ass pressing against me as she rotated her hips slightly. Even if I was trying not to think about it, my body was definitely reacting to the soft flesh of her generous ass pressing against it, my cock hardening embarrassingly against her rear as she teased me. "Sorr... Sorry, Catherine," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush red in shame as my erection grew, pressing hard against her soft ass. "I didn't... it was an accident. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, John," Catherine assured me, straightening up slightly as she pressed back harder against me, wiggling her hips back and forth as if nestling her ass into my crotch. "From what I can feel, you've got nothing to be sorry for," she told me with a broader smile, one hand coming up to brush a few locks of her dark hair away from her face. "In fact, it seems that you've got just what I was looking for tonight," my boss added, standing completely up.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, my mind not really catching up to events as I let my hands fall away from her hips as she turned to face me. I thought I noticed her eyes dart down to my crotch but dismissed it as my imagination, or wishful thinking. Like I said, I wasn't very good with women... especially when they were my boss and I found them attractive.

"Well, John," Catherine chuckled lightly, her gaze repeatedly dropping to my crotch, her glances blatant enough for even my shock addled mind to pick up on, "I stopped in here tonight hoping something would... come up," she told me, her eyes sparkling mischeviously at her innuendo.

"But... but you're engaged," I stated dumbly, not really believing this was happening. I had always fantasized about something like this, but never thought in a million years that it could, and now that it seemed like my fantasies were coming true, my mind refused to believe it.

"Yes, I am," Catherine replied with a naughty giggle, slowly approaching me. "To a very sweet man who has little interest in sex," she confided to me as she neared me, her ample breasts brushing against my chest as she practically whispered in my ear. "Why else do you think I'd be doing a store visit at 2 in the morning?"

"I... I don't know," I replied, my disbelief slowly fading away at the sensation of her breasts rubbing against my chest, her breath hot against my cheek. "I thought it was unsual."

"Unfortunately, it isn't that unusual, John." Catherine told me with a slightly frustrated frown. "My fiancee is a wonderful man, but he doesn't fulfill my needs, so I have to look elsewhere for satisfaction. And right now, I'm looking at you."

"Me?" I asked in shock, startled that Catherine would think of me in that way.

"Yes, you, John," my boss assured me, leaning in closer to me, pressing her ample bosom harder against me chest. "So what's it going to be, John?" She asked me suddenly, her hands coming up to lightly caress my sides. "Are you going to be the one to fulfill my needs? Can you give me satisfaction... or should I go to the next store?"