I work a very high stress, fast paced job (as many people do). However, I work in a department that is very relaxed and is made up of some pretty fun people. There are ten of us, one other guy besides myself and eight woman. We are all about the same age with the exception of one of the woman who is at least ten years younger than me. The younger woman, we will call her Karen, is beautiful. She has a body that is impossible not too look at but I always did my best to avoid checking her out too much.
We all work long hours and handle multiple projects. I was assigned to work with the Karen on a project that our boss gave us late (which she often did because she was highly disorganized) and it was of course due very soon. The project was to be presented to upper management and then to the entire company so it had to be right.
On our third night of being there until almost eight o'clock we both sat back at the large work table in our office and just sat still for a few minutes. We had both been working long hours and we just needed a break. Over the past couple of days we had gotten closer. We joked around a lot more and instead of staying on the other side of the table she was working next to me. That day she was wearing dress pants and a sweater that was way too tight. I could not help myself but to look at her tits. I had taken several peaks as we worked and didn't think she had noticed. While we were taking the break we were talking and I snuck another look. She immediately started to laugh.
I asked what she was laughing at and her response was that was the third time I caught you looking at my tits tonight. I was mortified. I started to say something and she just laughed again. She then said, don't worry about it, I'm not mad and do you think you are the only one who looks at my tits. I told her I was sorry and that it was hard not to notice them, especially in that sweater. She again laughed and said it is a little tight isn't it. Then I laughed and said no, it's perfect.
We got back to work but things were much more casual between us after that. She even asked me why I never flirted with her. She said she always thought I didn't really like her. I laughed and told her I didn't want her to think she had to worry about the perverted older guy in her office so I just left her alone. We both laughed at that. Very shortly after that she said that she had enough for the day and we should continue tomorrow. I agreed and we locked up the office and left.
The next morning I got to work and she was not there yet. She was always early and I typically arrived exactly when I needed to be there. A few minutes into reading my e-mails I was surprised with a very sweat sounding good morning and Karen handing me a cup of coffee. She was well known for daily need of everyone's favorite gourmet coffee. She had never brought me one before. She stood in my cubicle drinking her coffee and I couldn't help but notice her outfit. She was wearing a skirt that hit about two or three inches above her knee and a button down dress shirt. She looked incredible and I told her so. She thanked me and said she better get to work.
The rest of the day went on just like usual until about five thirty. By then everyone, including our boss, had cleared out for the day and we started working together again at the big table. I could not help myself and I looked to my right and I could see down her shirt a little. Just enough to see the top of her big tits and her lace topped bra. I know she saw me because she laughed a little but just kept working. At about six thirty she said she had to go to the restroom and would be right back. I sat back for a few minutes and relaxed.
When she returned I heard her shut the office door. This was unusual because we always left it open as long someone was in the office. She went to her desk for a minute and then returned to the work table. When she walked up I noticed she had pulled her hair back. As we got back to work I then really noticed a difference. She was working right next to me and I glanced over and noticed that a couple more buttons were open on her shirt. She kept on doing what she was doing and the next thing I know is that I am looking down at her bare tits. She had to have taken off her bra when she was in the restroom. She looked up at me and asked if I liked this view better.