Everybody in the office knew Petra. It was a fairly large office, but we were on the same team and often ended up working on the same projects. Petra was easy going, very friendly, had great communications skills, great social skills, great technical skills, and she was easy on the eyes.
Physically she was medium height, shoulder length brunette hair. She was in her early 30s, the same as me. She had one attribute that made her stand out from the crowd. Well, I guess that would be two attributes. She was capable of being very modest and at the same time, sexy as hell. Dolly Parton always came to mind when you saw Petra, and Petra was really good at stealing Dolly's boob jokes. She was very self-aware. Any time she came up in conversation it would immediately start with "Petra? You mean the top heavy one? Yeah, she's amazing to work with, so easy to get along with and so capable!"
And so we came to the events of this story. Sandy, our boss, called Petra and I into her office. That wasn't unusual, neither of us thought much about it, expecting a new assignment.
Sandy started: "our sales team has been dealing with a new potential client in Stanfield. They've got to the point where they want to talk to some people who know the technical side of things. I'd like to send the two of you on Friday for a meeting, would that work with you?"
Stanfield was a two hour drive away, not a big deal for a day trip.
"I can handle that, what about you Petra?"
"I have no plans, Friday would work fine with me as well." Added Petra.
Later that day I went to talk to Petra. "I've reserved a company car for the day. Want me to pick you up?"
"Sure", answered Petra "What part of the city do you live in? Just wondering if we should meet somewhere central?"
"I'm in Bluefield area, what about you?" I asked.
"Oh wow, we're neighbors! I'm at 47 Woodside." Petra added.
"I'm at 302 Burns, that's just a couple blocks apart! I'll pick you up at 9:00?"
"Sounds good!" Petra added. "That's a pricey area, how do you afford it?"
It was a valid question, but it went two ways. I figured I'd be honest with her. "My grandfather passed away a couple years ago. He owned the condo. It went to my father, who was an only child. It was an obvious place for me to live as long as I paid taxes and condo fees as my parents live out of town. How do you afford to live there?"
It was her turn for a story. "I live with my mother. She bought the rowhouse 30 years ago when it was affordable. We get along really well so there isn't much reason for me to leave."
And so, on a frigid Friday morning, I stopped by her place right on time, and she came right out the door. On time and making things easy as normal.
The drive went by in a flash. We talked about families, hobbies, interests, and of course work. We were both comfortable in our knowledge and weren't worried about being put on the spot.
As expected, the meeting went well. As expected, Petra drew the attention of everyone in the room. As expected, once she started talking to people, they were immediately at ease and her very large boobs became quite secondary. The meeting room was the first time I'd seen her without her winter coat on, and she was dressed both incredibly seriously, and incredibly sexy. Her white blouse was tailored so that each of her well-supported boobs was wrapped in a single layer of fabric with her smooth bra underneath doing all the heavy lifting. She wore a light grey sweater over it, unbuttoned so that it really only covered her arms and back. She wore black stockings, suitable for winter, and a skirt which was more to detract from the very tops of the stockings. By itself it would have been scandalously short, but with the leggings, it just made it all look classy.
It felt like a long meeting with a break for a catered lunch, but questions were answered, and everyone seemed satisfied. By mid afternoon it was time for us to head back home.
We were a little surprised to come outside after the day in the windowless conference room to find that the clear, frigid day had warmed up substantially, right around freezing with threatening grey clouds in the sky.
"Well, I guess we have to get going." I started. "We'll see if we can get home before dinner time."
Petra was a tiny bit nervous with an incoming storm but was happy to be heading in the right direction.
We got on the highway when the storm reached us. As it was just below freezing, it started as a mix of rain and freezing rain. The road had been super-chilled for some days and when rain hit it, it immediately froze, quickly creating a skating rink over the entire surface. The car was getting covered by ice, and traffic slowed to a crawl. Cars were off the road everywhere we looked. A look down at the traffic map on the dash showed that it was totally stopped ahead.
Just then we came to an exit. "Are you ready to consider getting hotel rooms for the night?" I asked Petra.
"This road is terrible, and I don't have anything going on tonight or tomorrow. Do you think Sandy would mind if we put it on the company card?"
"I've known Sandy for 5 years" I answered. "She would be 100% supportive of that."
And with that, we finally reached the exit and pulled off. There was one hotel in the area and we pulled into the full parking lot. I dropped Petra at the door with her coat and the small bag she had with her. "See if you can get a couple of rooms before anyone else comes along. I suggested.
I found a spot at the far end of the lot, grabbed my backpack with a few essentials in it, and headed into the hotel. By the time I got there, Petra was just done talking to the front desk. "They have one room left, and I just got it for us. Lucky we got here just in time!"
She said that so casually. I wasn't sure if I should be thrilled or horrified. "Are you sure you are OK sharing a room?" I stuttered, not quite sure I could believe my luck.
"We are both adults. We can handle it. It can't be too hard, can it?" There was just a momentary dip of her eyes towards my crotch, and with perfect timing added, "or perhaps it can!" with a wink.
And thus the real adventure began.
We went straight to the room to find that there was only one bed. It didn't seem to phase Petra at all. "My back is killing me; can you help me get my bra off?" What an opening line!
She took off her sweater and I realized that her blouse was buttoned all the way up her back, leaving the front completely smooth. "That is an amazing, tailored blouse. It fits you perfectly! But how do you get it on?"
"Well, I can reach the buttons by myself if I work on it, but it is much easier to get someone else to help. Mom buttoned it for me this morning. She's the seamstress by the way, another reason why I'm not in a rush to leave home!"
I undid the 20 buttons and she let the blouse fall to the bed. "Can you unsnap the bra while you are there?"
I'd seen a few bras in my day, and this was by far the largest I'd ever seen. It had 8 hooks holding it around her petite frame, and broad shoulder straps. I released them all and she let it drop in front of her. I was astounded to see just how large and natural looking her boobs were -- and more than a little excited. Standing behind her, seeing her drop her bra, my first reaction was to start massaging her shoulders. "That feels so good! Keep going!" Then she dropped face down onto the bed, allowing me to give her a full back massage.
After about 5 minutes of her sounding like she was in ecstasy, she rolled over, giving me my first full look. "Can you massage this side now?" She asked.
It is safe to say that I was more than willing. Her mounds were huge, with large areolas and thimble sized nipples that got hard to the touch. I thought I was going to cum in my pants as I massaged. Of course, I could only handle one at a time, but I tried to give them equal attention.
She snapped me out of my reverie. "I think we need to have some dinner and we can continue this later!"
Well, she was right. "I guess I'll need your help to put my blouse back on." I finished.
She put the blouse on again without her bra. She lifted her breast individually into the sculpted pockets that were made just for then. I redid the 20 buttons then she turned around. "How do I look braless?" she asked.
The real answer was "Spectacular!" The fitted pockets for her boobs highlighted their size and shape. The thin material, unencumbered by a bra, clearly showed her dark areolas and her nipples were standing at attention. I at least tried to answer diplomatically: "you'll have the attention of every man in the restaurant, if that is what you are going for." I suggested.
"We don't know anyone here; I think I'll go for it! In fact, I'm going to lose the leggings too."
She sat on the bed and pulled the leggings down under the tiny skirt. I was concerned that the skirt had no chance of hiding anything without the leggings. She was not concerned. In fact, it turned out that leggings were the only thing under her skirt. I was in shock. "No panties?" I asked.
Petra laughed. "I'm not quite as conservative as you might think I am!" and bent over, facing away from me, clearly showing a large jewel between her bum cheeks.
"You've been wearing a butt plug all day?" I blurted out, surprised.
"It keeps me on my toes!" She replied. "We'll take it out later and perhaps put something else in there?" She suggested.
Now, I'm no shrinking violet, but I'm not exactly used to a woman teasingly suggesting that anal might be on the menu for later on in the evening. I was too shocked to say anything, but as normal she took the lead. Petra arranged herself as best she could, making sure her boobs were even in the top and the skirt had some reasonable chance of hiding her private parts in normal movement.
And so we headed down the corridor to the restaurant. As expected, it was busy. We had to wait by the entrance for 10 minutes for a table to free up. It was sort of funny to see the different people within sight trying to avert their gaze while at the same time wanting to stare at the attractive woman with very large, natural boobs very much on show, and a skirt that might lift to reveal even more if a slight breeze were to come by. Finally, the waitress came to fetch us. Petra became her normal charming self as we were walking to the table. Even as every eye in the restaurant was focused on Petra, Petra was talking to the waitress. "Thanks for being here tonight! It must be tough knowing you'll have to go home in this weather later."
"Not an issue" responded Sarah, our waitress. "I wasn't even scheduled to work, but I live two minutes' walk away and thought they could use some help and I could use a little extra money. The boss was more than happy to have my help!"
