Some Breastal Contact (FICTION)

Her short & neat hair was slowly turning white from gray from salt & peppery back in the day. She had transcended middle age for mature, but she was still sexy & that didn't seem like it would ever go away. She wore a tight black dresses and white dresses that i could remember used to outline her then firm breasts so well. Despite a little aging sag, the size was still nice, and i would've been elated if she ever drew my head to them. I had seen some recent photos of her with various people. I couldn't help but notice the contact of her breasts with whomever was standing next to her. And many shots looked as if she were drawing the person to them. We now came upon each other at an outdoor event and someone wanted to take a picture of us. I didn't know if they were friends, if this person was involved in running the event, or what. All I knew is he was holding a camera and motioned for us to stand together for a photo. She grabbed my arm & drew me to her side. I could feel her brush my left arm against her right breast, even before I could try to put my arm around her. My attraction to her all these years made this contact excite me, and having anticipated it from all the photos i had seen, I drew an almost instant erection as the photo was taken. I have no idea what stage of my erection was captured when the photo was snapped, or if it made the frame. He was standing a little ways back. I was wearing a gray shirt and black shorts,and she was once again wearing a tight black dress. I had no idea if she noticed my arousal as we stood together & then stepped apart after the photo. Not that it was going to, but before my erection could have a chance to die down, a woman came over & wanted to take pictures of us as well. This time while standing together for a pose, she leaned her body into my side, as she put her arm around my back, with my arm crossed over the top of hers & around her. The feeling of her breast as it rubbed into my side made my erection even stiffer, not to mention the feel of her warm arm around my back and her hand that cupped my right side. Anyone catching a glimpse of my crotch could easily see how aroused I was. I thought it was going to extend all the way out to the woman taking the pictures i was so aroused. And after the woman finished taking a few photos, this lady i had reunited with had caught a glimpse & noticed. "Oh my!" she said, dragging the "myyyyyy" while smiling, obviously pleased with her cause & effect. She asked me to come with her back to her office, which was just a block and a half up the road. She had a hold of my arm, guiding me up the sidewalk as we headed back to her office. I had no idea what was in store, but i just felt like it had everything to do with my arousal. And so I stayed at least semi-erect, as I could feel her hand alternately around my arm, then around my wrist, and back to my arm again. My attraction for her made me weak, and she had always been an assertive woman with a dominance. She spoke about how they were making progressive improvements at the place she worked. She was a career woman who had always remained single. Though she was of retirement age, she loved her job so much, I don't think she would ever think of retiring as long as she remained healthy. Being single her whole life, I wondered how her breasts felt about it. Did they feel neglected ? Did they long to be touched or suckled ? Did she have breast exams ? I was too embarrassed to ask. I did notice of lot of breast contact in photos i had seen of her. If she weren't rubbing into someone with hers, she seemed to be rubbing into another woman's. Was she a lesbian ? Though i doubted so, I always considered the possibility. We reached her ground floor office. Still with her hand around my wrist, she guided me over to her desk, where the reached around and opened her middle drawer. She grabbed a black pair of handcuffs from it and quickly secured my hands behind my back with them while I offered no resistance, as she told me "I don't want you to get aggressive with me as I'm going to pleasure you." Those very words brought me back to full erection almost instantly. I wondered if those handcuffs had been used before, and if so, on whom. Or had she saved them solely for me as I considered a vain approach. She had seemed to have a plan immediately after spotting I had an erection back at the event, and so I wondered. She leaned into me so that her breast made contact with my left side, put her right arm around me to hold me, & put her hand on my shorts, over my erection. She said in a low voice "You feeling excited? Heh? Heh?" with a big smile, giving a squeeze to my erect cock over the shorts with each "Heh?" I was getting so excited, just hoping and anticipating she would pull my shorts down & masturbate me to completion. She began to run her hand up to the left side of my waistband while her right arm around me had a grip on the right side of my waistband. Suddenly I could feel my shorts & boxers being simultaneously being lowered down, over my erect penis, causing it to spring up in the air & bounce up & down a few times. After she finished pulling my shorts down to my knees, they fell to the floor on their own as she gripped my exposed right buttock hard as she wrapped her left hand around my erect cock. Smiling incessantly, she began to stroke my cock as she squeezed at my buttocks. She shook & rattled my cock a bit, to make my balls shake below it. She began laughing as she moved to the front of me, releasing her grip on my buttocks to come around and grip my scrotum, providing gentle squeezes to my testes while continuing to laugh. "You like this? Heh? Heh?" A squeeze to either testis came with each "Heh?" as i nodded my head. All i could do was breathe heavily, as no words could come out, as well I was shy to speak. I didn't last 5 minutes when I shot my load, the first 2 spurts hitting her dress before she moved to the side, re-directing my erection to shoot to the side away from her as she gave her final strokes. She ran to an adjacent room, and i could hear water running from a sink as she tried to get my semen off her dress as quickly as possible so it wouldn't stain. She returned with some paper towels, wiping off the head of my dripping penis, & trying to get the excess semen up off the carpet before spraying something from a can and vacuuming over it. As I stood there still handcuffed, I could feel my knees had gotten weak, and i was ready to collapse to the floor. I had leaned my thigh into the desk to try to support me. After finishing with the vacuum, she came over & opened the desk drawer once again. She grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs, asking me "Did you like that?" I nodded my head as she put everything back in the drawer. She then reached down & helped me pull my shorts back up. She put her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it, before sliding it down to my upper arm & guiding me out the door. As I left her office to return home, she asked "Will you come see me again soon?" I nodded my head as i released a whispered a psyched "Yeah!" under my heavy, relieved breath. Exactly a week later, i showed up in her office doorway at 4 PM. As I saw her standing there, my erection shot right up. She saw me & a huge smile came over her face. She came over & grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into her office, closing the door behind us.