I run the concrete delivery company's operations from the office and you are the senior driver of a 7-man crew. You are also extremely computer savvy and the owner told me to contact you if there are any problems while he is out of town. We have been working together for a while and even though nothing has happened between us, the sexual energy and tension is always extremely high.
It's a Friday about mid-afternoon and all but one of the other drivers and you, have returned to the yard, parked their trucks and left for the day. As the senior driver, it goes without saying that you get preference for the longer shifts and any additional hours. Unfortunately, it's been one of those days in the office and the computers are acting up. The phones wont stop ringing and it seems like anything and everything is going wrong.
Not being able to make anything go right, I call you on the radio and ask you to get back to me on a landline when you reach the plant. You acknowledge my request and can't help but make a sarcastic remark, which makes my level of frustration go up a notch. You call me sooner than I expect and tell me to try a few things to get the computers working again. Trying my hand at being a tech, your suggestions seem to be working, but only briefly. I pick up the phone and literally beg you to come back to the office and fix the problem. You chuckle as you hear my request and say that you will be there when you've finished cleaning the truck and wrapping up the paperwork at the plant.
With the computers only working intermittently, I decide to shut down the server and see if that will resolve my problems. I head upstairs to the computer room and have to crawl under the desk to completely shut it down. Not hearing your truck pulling into the yard, I have no idea you are back. You look around downstairs and not seeing me, you make your way upstairs. You enter the computer room to see me under the desk, and hear me swearing at the computer. You don't say anything, but instead stand quietly admiring the view, and trying not to laugh as you hear me vent my frustration.
After about a minute or so, you finally say something, startling me and causing me to bump my head on the underside of the desk. I quickly back out and stand up turning to face you. I ask you what you said, and you reply that you were just commenting on the view. You notice my cheeks redden as I blush and you can resist the opportunity to comment on that too. You take a couple of steps closer to me and resting your hands on my hips, you smile and tell me that you'll take a look at the computer. I step back for you to pass and you make a point of brushing against me, your arm grazing across my tits.
You take a seat at the computer and start to diagnose the problem. I give you the rundown of the problems I've been having and the corrective measures I have tried. You occasionally take a look at me and smile as you continue working. Each time, for some unknown reason, I feel my face getting hot and my heart beating faster. You ask me to get a manual for you, which is on the other side of the room. I think to myself that you are quite capable of getting it yourself but as you are there to fix the computers, I do as you ask. As I return and hand it to you, you stand up and walk behind me, letting your hand graze across my ass. I turn my head to look at you and see that you're grinning mischievously. It's obvious you're enjoying having me in such close proximity to you and taking full advantage of 'casually' brushing up against me.
I can't help but grin back at you, and quickly come to the decision that since you're being much more flirtatious than usual, I'm gonna do the same. I'm distracted briefly as I hear the last remaining driver calling in for information on the next delivery. I tell you that I'll be right back and make my way downstairs. You watch me as I walk away and I make a point of stopping briefly to retie the laces on my shoes. While bent over, I turn and look over my shoulder at you, flashing you a very 'sweet and innocent' smile.
I hurry downstairs and get the necessary information to the driver, making sure to tell him that there's not rush as the client isn't in any hurry. Before returning upstairs, I take a quick look in the mirror, fluffing up my hair and smiling at myself, thinking 'lets see how much teasing he can take'. I slowly ascend the stairs and see you still working at the computer. Once inside, I quietly close the door. I walk up behind you and very gently blow on the back of your neck, but only briefly. I step aside and leaning over your shoulder I ask how it's coming. Feeling my tits rubbing against your shoulder, you lean back into me. It's clear we're both very aroused and are taking every advantage of touching each other that we can.
You turn your head and inhale deeply, then say how much you like the perfume I'm wearing. I look back at you and tell you I'm not wearing any. You lean closer to me and inhale deeply once again. You tell me that you knew I wasn't wearing any and just wanted to let me know you liked my natural scent. I smile at you and turn my body slightly getting a little closer to you and letting you see down the front of my shirt. I have noticed how you always make a point of looking at my tits, no matter what I'm wearing and its obvious that you like what you see. Of course, unbuttoning my shirt one button and opening the front a little wider didn't hurt either.
I pause before standing up, letting you have a long look at my tits and the top edge of the white lace of my bra confining them. I stand up straight and step back, resting my ass on the edge of the desk behind you. Without saying anything you turn back to the computer monitor and resume working. After a few minutes of silence, you suddenly stop working and stand up, turning to face me. Unsure of what you're looking for, I move out of the way and lift myself up onto the desk, sliding back as far as I can. You stop in front of me and rest your hands on my thighs. I take a deep breath in anticipation as you lean closer to me, kissing me very gently on the lips. You very slowly slide your hands up my thighs nearing my hips as you kiss me a little more intensely.
You pull away from me and smile, then remove your hands from my thighs and raise them to my waist. You pull me to you, making my ass slide off the edge of the desk. I fold my arms around your neck as we kiss very passionately. You hold me tightly against you as you hands move up and down my back, eventually resting on my ass. You give my ass a gentle squeeze and continue moving your hands up and down my back. After a couple of minutes of kissing, our tongues exploring each others mouths, and our hands feeling over one another, you step back from me. You smile at me and raise your hands, letting your fingers find the top button of my shirt. You look me in the eye for a moment before lowering your eyes and see my tits become more visible as you slowly unbutton my shirt. At the button just above my waist, you pull my shirt up and out of my jeans, then unbutton the last one. You smile at me as you slowly lower my shirt off my shoulders. Only then do you see how large my tits really are and cant help but smile broadly. You definitely like what you see.
Suddenly I feel my face getting hot. You smile at me when you notice my cheeks becoming flushed. Tossing my shirt onto the chair, you redirect your attention to my tits. Cupping each one, you caress me, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against the palm of your hand. You watch as my tits move from your touch. You look at me again and kiss me. I arch my back a little pushing my tits upward slightly. This is all the invitation you need and you start kissing me lower, working your way down my neck, trailing your tongue down my chest. You squeeze my tits a little harder and I moan ever so slightly as I feel the heat of your mouth on me.
