Chloe made me welcome from my first day at the warehouse. She was nice, not particularly pretty and a bit plump but cheerful and friendly. She wore low cut sweaters that showed off her cleavage and jeans, never a skirt. I was 17 in my first full time job. Chloe was a few years older. I went into the office one day and found her bent over the lower drawer of a filing cabinet with her jeans stretched tight over her ass. I couldn't resist giving it a pat. She straightened up like a whip and in the same movement slapped my face so hard that I fell back against a desk behind me. «Get the fuck out of here,» she snarled. I fled. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been and I kept away from the office for the rest of the day. She came looking for me around finishing time when most of the others had gone. I started stuttering how sorry she was but she smiled and calmed me. She told me I'd been naughty but she had over-reacted. «Don't ever do that to a woman,» she said but she ruffled my hair while she spoke. After that, we were better friends than ever. I'll admit that I'd already been beating my meat regularly for Chloe but now I was her slave, albeit a carefully respectful one. She knew it. She knew I didn't have a girlfried and she'd make sly little jokes about wankers and guys masturbating and was amused by my embarrassment. «I suppose you don't do it,» she said sarcastically when I pulled a face on one occasion. At that age, I thought I'd rather die than talk to a girl about wanking which I thought of as a shameful male habit. I didn't know women did it too and just as much. When she asked if I thought about her when I did it, I was like a beetroot. We were alone in the office – it was lunchtime – and she quickly added in a soothing voice, «hey, it's okay, all guys play with themselves. It's what they do.» The next thing I knew, her hand was between my legs, squeezing me through my jeans, gently at first then harder. There was a moment of surprised silence on my part. I hadn't expected this although I'd fantasised about it often enough. «You like that? You wanna let me?» she whispered. I nodded. She unzipped me and pulled my jeans and underpants down. My cock was already hard and popped up like a jack in the box. It was the first time, long and ardently desired, that I'd had my cock out in front of a girl. She took it in her hand and grinned. «My boyfriend loves it when I do this for him,» Chloe said. I had a hard on like a rock as she began wanking me. «Me too,» I croaked. There was no way I could stop myself cumming amost immediately. I've had hundreds of handjobs from women since but nothing has ever been like that first time with Chloe. It was like a revelation, so indescribably good and exciting. She never ever let me lay a finger on her – we never even kissed – or ever removed a stitch of her own clothing but she wanked me regularly after that and got me to jerk off in front of her which I never dreamed I'd have the stones to do. She kept a bottle of lube in her desk drawer specially for me. It stopped after she find a new job and left but by then I'd got a grlfriend whom taught to take up where Chloe left off. I saw her once a few years later in a supermarket with her husband and a couple of kids. She didn't see me but my wife noticed me looking at her. «Someone you know?» she asked. «She was my teacher,» I said.