I had seen Sue around the office several times before, and never really thought much of her. Yeah, her fat tits bounced proudly as she walked, and her shirts were often low cut. But other than that, her face wasn't very pretty, she had a fat ass, and a little extra padding in the stomach area. Not counting her tits, you wouldn't look twice at this girl, but the thing was, those tits were so fucking big, you had to look twice. When she was seated at her desk, you could see an endless amount of cleavage if standing behind her, which I sometimes had to do to if we were working on the same case. She knew her huge bust attracted the wandering eye of every male on the floor, and even left the girls wide eyed.
I remember one particular day a few months ago when it was pouring rain on the way in to work in the morning. Sue wore a tight white shirt and long skirt, but what I remember was her big fat nipples poking through that shirt as it clung to her skin. The shape of her breasts was clearly defined under that shirt and it made my cock so hard.
Getting back to what happened today, I was downstairs getting my breakfast when Sue ambled by, dressed in some kind of fancy low cut top that, while it was somewhat professional looking, still managed to leave little to the imagination. The valley between her tits was like a magnet, I couldn't believe she was able to get away with wearing that top. I tried to envision what they looked like in just a bra, or even what they looked like hanging freely with those hard nipples sticking out. She passed by me without a word, but we exchanged a quick nod as we met again by the elevator. I tried my best not to peek, but my eyes kept darting to her chest area, and I think she caught my stares after the fourth or fifth time.
I studied her up and down as we waited forever for that damn elevator to arrive. I noticed that her breakfast consisted of a waffle with strawberry syrup on the side. It looked a lot better than the muffin I held. Finally the doors opened and a few people got out, and I followed Sue onto the elevator. As the doors closed there was a strange sound and the elevator began ascending but very slowly, even slower than usual! We passed floor one, floor two, and then all of a sudden BOOM BOOM! The elevator stopped dead in its place, somewhere between floors three and four. I nearly lost my balance but managed to grab the railing. Sue, on the other hand, smacked into the wall and dropped her plate with the waffle onto the floor. I asked her if she was ok and she said yes, but we were both pretty pissed that this thing just stopped like this. It was hotter than hell on that car and if we didn't move soon I was going to scream. Then a weird beep sounded and a voice came through on the speaker.
"We're aware of the problem but the repair guy can't get here for 2 or three hours. You have no choice but to sit tight until then."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sue screamed.
"I can't believe this is happening," I added as I slumped down until my ass hit the floor.
As the reality of this awful situation sunk in, I offered to share my muffin with Sue and she accepted. We sat quietly for a few minutes until she spoke again.
"I hope you don't mind, I'm going to have to take this top off. It's cotton and I am sweating my ass off."
I was warm too and I told her I don't mind as I slid my own sweater over my head, leaving me in a t-shirt.
As sue removed her sweater, I came face to face with the largest, fattest tits I had ever seen in my life. They were barely contained by her black silky bra, the tops of them ready to pop out any minute. Her belly was a bit thicker than I prefer, but the tit meat that hung down even in the bra was mesmerizing. When I realized I was blatantly staring, and my eyes returned to focus, I noticed Sue watching me watch her. She smiled as my face turned red.
"It's ok, I am used to it. It's the price you pay when you have knockers like these," and she cupped them with her hands for emphasis.
An hour came and went and we spoke mostly about our job and where we wanted to be in a few years. I tried to listen to her words but I was mainly playing a game in my head of seeing how long I could stare at her glistening cleavage before I looked away. I kind of got the feeling she was checking me out as well, sometimes checking out my muscular arms and occasionally I even thought she was eyeing my crotch. If the latter was correct, she would most likely notice the effect her big tits were having on me. We were really sweating badly by this point when we got the news.