Big thanks to LAHomeDog not only for editing, but for guiding me to help make me a better writer.
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It started like any other day. I practically dragged my feet to work, knowing there was no way I was doing any more than the minimum to get through another day. I checked my email on the way and was surprised to see it was actually my 10 year anniversary of working there. It didn't mean much, there wasn't any sort of celebration or a plaque or anything like that. There was a couple extra exclamation points in the email and a link to choose from a small list of gifts. Items that would be priced at around $30 each.
If anything, the anniversary was a realization that my career was stagnant. I was stuck in corporate America, puttering around in middle management, reporting to someone that had no idea what my job actually entailed, and dreading any moment where I might leave my cubicle or have to socialize with any of the brownnosing kids that were actually striving to reach my mediocre level.
At least today was Friday, and my weekly meeting with Amy. Her status as the hottest girl in the office was one of few consistencies over the past 10 years. From the moment she started walking down our office halls, she was the lust of all the guys in this place. It was a constant battle for all of us to keep our eyes off her luscious tits that sat high upon her lean frame, and jiggled perfectly with each and every step.
Amy was more than aware of her beauty, carrying herself with endless confidence that made her even sexier. She was always well kempt, with long, raven black hair and perfect skin. She was seemingly always tan, and wore just the right amount of makeup, accentuating her striking green eyes with her naturally long, dark lashes. Her signature look was her bright red lipstick, which really made her lips pop. I couldn't help but fantasize about what they would look like around my cock.
I had whacked off more than once to Amy in a men's room stall after one of our Friday meetings leaning back against the stall with my hard cock in my hand thinking about those large, ripe tits.
I would imagine her laying in my bed with my hard cock inbetween them, some lube on her chest, as she grabbed her boobs from both sides, shoved them together for me as I straddled her and fucked her delicious boobs up and down, harder and harder until I shot huge ropes of hot, white milky cum up into her neck, chin and face. Eventually emptying my balls into the toilet paper in my hand.
Amy and I started around the same time, she was hired just a month or two after me. Both young and fresh out of college, ready to work hard and party harder. We enjoyed our twenties, always as friends, and on occasion a little bit more, but never further than some drunken make out sessions at the bar.
That was years ago, our partying lifestyles had fizzled, but our careers followed the same path. We were now equals, in charge of different departments that didn't really work together, but sat next to each other. We have the same boss who doesn't know what Amy does either, but rather than learn for himself just decided that the two of us should meet for weekly one on ones, even if we barely had anything to discuss.
I didn't know it at first, but today's meeting would be different. It started out normal, we took a small conference room and each of us reviewed our past week and then the week ahead, neither of us bothered to take any notes. I nodded along as she spoke, doing my usual of half listening, and half waiting to sneak a glance down at her unbelievable tits.
This was sadly the highlight of my week. Amy would usually dress somewhat conservatively, but her bust was always impossible to hide. Today's outfit though, it was like she wasn't even trying. She wore a tight green tank top that showed off her toned arms and fresh tan, paired with what looked like a black push up bra that made her DDs look even better than usual.
Even after working together for almost 10 years, I would never get sick of checking out Amy. When she finished talking, she took a moment to lift her arms over her head for a long stretch, I couldn't even hide it. My eyes were clearly fixed on her irresistibly large rack, and I'm pretty sure my mouth hung open as I admired their flawless shape and size.
"You like my tank top?" She asked me, clearly taking notice.
"Ha!" She caught me off guard. "Sorry. Just appreciating the view." I smiled to try and save myself. Like I said, Amy and I were friends, while it certainly wasn't appropriate, I wasn't afraid of her involving Human Resources or anything.
"I thought this outfit might be a bit much." Amy looked down at her chest as she lowered her arms. "But it's Casual Friday right?" She smiled.
I nodded. "All good for me."
"Plus, it's your ten year anniversary! Congratulations!"
"Thank you." Amy was clearly more excited than I was.
"Did you get to choose a gift? Mine's coming up, I don't even know the choices."
"Yeah... It's nothing great." Amy's smile slowly disappeared. I didn't mean to rain on her parade, but I couldn't even fake it.
"Oh come on." Amy leaned forward, and put a hand on my knee. "It's not all bad."
With Any leaning forward, I snuck another glance down her shirt. Amy easily caught me again.
"Will it cheer you up if I show you my boobs?"
My eyes might've popped out of my head. My brain needed to reprocess to make sure I was hearing her right. I met Amy's gaze, she appeared dead serious.
She smirked. "I'll take that as a yes." She leaned back, glancing out to see if anyone was nearby.
We were alone in the conference room, away from most of the quiet office, but you could easily see what we were up to if anyone were to venture this way.
"Maybe some other time." I tried to get us back to being professional.
"Oh come on! You're staring anyway... Just a quick peek - Here." With that, she moved her hands down and lifted her tank up to verify what I had already assumed: a black push up bra holding up both of her phenomenal tits.
The were absolutely gorgeous, but I couldn't help but panic. I jumped up, making sure to block the view so no one would be able to see what Amy was doing.
"Stop it! Put your shirt down!"
Amy laughed, but listened. "I've never seen you so animated. Did you even get a chance to see?"
"I need to go. Are we done?"
Amy was still laughing. "Seriously? Yeah, we're done. But if you liked what you saw, meet me in the Wellness Room later at 5. Let's properly celebrate."
I felt a bit disheveled as I turned and exited the room, returning to a normal office that was none the wiser. I took a deep breath and returned to my cubicle, where for the next few hours, Amy had full ownership of my brain. I replayed the meeting in my mind countless times, did my best to remember every little detail of her, and constantly debated what to do come 5pm. The day would usually be dragging, the office was half empty and it was a slow time in our industry. Today though, my mind was racing, and by 5pm I had made a decision.
"There you aaaaare." Amy had a wicked smile when I entered the room. It was 5pm on the dot, but she had clearly been there for a little while.
I had never been in the wellness room before. It was a recent installment for new mothers that had to pump during the work day, but as far as I knew, we didn't have any active breastfeeders, so for us, it was just a private room with a lounger and a mini fridge.
Amy was comfortably sitting, with a beer in hand. "Help yourself." She gestured. "I stocked the fridge."
I nodded and bent down and opened it up to grab a beer. Amy had indeed filled it with a couple six packs. I happily grabbed one and straightened up as I popped it open.
"Cheers!" Amy held her beer out towards me to clink.
