Samantha is one of the product managers. She probably makes pretty good money. She’s certainly in a position of authority. If I had to guess, she got where she is according to the following formula
15% hard work
70% looking hot
I may be off a bit on those percentages, but you get the idea. Samantha is very attractive, and has a body that can stop traffic in any state in the union. She is about 5’5”, fairly petite, short dark hair, big double-D boobies, and stomach that’s flat as a board. Her butt, to be honest, is a little big for my tastes. I prefer them small and athletic, hers is a little more curvy. But I ain’t complaining.
Our office is comprised of 95% guys, so Samantha gets more than her fair share of attention. When she struts around, not much work gets done. She’s always dressed well, generally in blouses, skirts, heels, very professional stuff. But sometimes you get the hint that she’s a little wild. She’ll wear a skirt that’s a little shorter than you would expect. Or maybe a blouse that’s undone one extra button. And with those DD’s, guys get a good look at that cleavage and start stammering and turning red in the face.
I’ve worked around Samantha for years, but we only work with each other briefly and on rare occasions. Not too long ago, I needed to introduce a new product to her, so I set up a meeting with her in my office.
During our meeting, she hadn’t been sitting across from me for long before I started thinking she might be flirting with me. She was smiling a lot, and kept flipping her hair around, and stretching, and crossing and re-crossing her legs. The stretching was very effective, if her goal was to make me uncomfortable and very aware of her boobs. She was wearing a tight, white top that day, and I could’ve sworn I could see the indentations of her perky nipples against the fabric. Was she wearing a bra? It didn’t seem like it! It wasn’t like I could just ogle her boobs, stare straight at them and take those “man-snapshots” with my brain. I kept sneaking little glances at her cleavage whenever she would look away.
I’ve always been blessed with a quick mind, so I was smart enough to decide what I really needed to do was walk Samantha back into the shop and show her a prototype of the new product. I figured this would give me a chance to check her out in a slightly more dynamic setting than just sitting at my desk, and also getting her off in a corner by ourselves seemed like an exciting thing to do. We had not walked 5 steps down the hallway before I knew for sure she was braless. Those tantalizing boobs were bouncing up and down and swaying side to side as she klip-klopped along in her high heels.
Did she start the day off wearing a bra, and she had taken it off late in the afternoon for comfort? Maybe she slipped out of it before she headed over to my office for a meeting? Maybe she stood in front of the mirror that morning at home, applying her makeup, and thinking how sexy it would be to go braless all day and make all the guys she worked with miserable. And of course, as we approached the prototype area in the shop, it occurred to me that if she was braless she might also have discarded her panties.
These thoughts had me amped up and frankly as horny as a two-dick dog. But I was determined not to make a fool of myself. I showed off our prototype as we stood at the workbench shoulder to shoulder. The air was electric – I could feel my nerves humming and my heart thumping. After a brief discourse, I demonstrated the gizmo, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t break, and a small spring shot off and dropped right between her boobs. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.
“Nice, I think that went down my shirt!” she said, peering down at her bosom and then looking up at me with a smile.
“Whoops,” I said. “Sorry about that.”
“You don’t look very sorry. You look like you might want to rummage around in there and fish it out,” she teased.
“Ah, maybe I shouldn’t answer that question,” I laughed.
She snagged my hand, and in the surprise move of the century, pulled it up to cup her breast.
“Is that it?” she asked quietly.
She was standing only inches from me, close enough that her breath tickled my chin as she asked the question. Her boob was very warm through the material of her blouse. Her hand was pressing down on mine, and we were squashing that lovely lady against her ribcage. So soft and so huge, definitely more than a handful. I didn’t want to stop.
“I’m not sure,” I answered. I lifted her breast, squeezed it, massaged it. Then stopped. “Nope, that’s not it.”
“How about over here?” Before she could pull my other hand up to her chest, I immediately grabbed it. My fingers found her nipple, and I pinched it lightly. Her red lips parted, and I heard the tiniest of gasps.
“Mmm, I don’t know, could be.”
She stepped away from me, and I dropped my hands to my sides, immediately disappointed and a little scared.
“That was a very expensive prototype. I can’t believe I just broke it.”
She nodded her head. She looked like she was blushing just a bit. “That spring may be long gone.”
I chuckled, just to show her how none of this was a big deal, and I wasn’t fighting an erection, and I wasn’t petrified she was about to turn me in to Human Resources for sexual harassment. “I’m really sorry about that. We will get this fixed up, build a new one. Hopefully it will be a little less fragile.”
“Oh no, I’m glad it happened. I’ve been trying for a long time to catch more than stares with these boobs and it’s finally happened.”
“Do you, ah, normally waltz around without a bra? I mean, I guess I haven’t noticed that, and it seems like I would’ve noticed.”
Samantha smiled demurely and almost shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Obviously not. Only on special occasions. Like when you invite me over to your office late in the day. And then drag me out here and start dropping things down my shirt.”
“Well, I’ll give you a few private minutes to make sure nothing else was inadvertently collected in there, but then I’m taking you out for a drink. Want to meet me out in the parking lot in say five minutes?”
She smiled a yes before spinning turning on her heel and heading towards her office.