I have worked for four years at my job, and without revealing too much, let's just say the dress code is casual. Almost every employee wears jeans and tees to work with uniform shirts/coats to wear over them. Jill came to work at our business every summer since she was the ripe young age of 16. When I first met her, she was a cute young 18 year old girl with long curly blonde hair and an infectious smile. She wasn't a drop dead gorgeous girl, but compared to the other older women that I worked with, she was the best piece of eye candy in the office. Every summer, she would come to work for us while she was on her college break, and every year, you could see her getting cuter and cuter.
Last summer, Jill graduated college and came to work for us full time. Now by this time in her life, she was no longer just another cute face, she was a 22 year old woman. However, she still had the 18 year old innocence that she had always had. We would always joke with her and sometimes the discussions got a little dirty, but never graphic. She would just shake her head and start to blush.
I had graciously volunteered to take her under my wing and help her get more accustomed to the new responsibilities she would have as a full time employee. The more I worked with her, the more infatuated I became with her. Until one day, she sent me over the edge. At the end of each day, we take off our uniform tops, which are usually just over our tee shirts, and leave them for the wash. I happened to be walking out to the break room to take my top off and stumbled across Jill in the middle of taking hers off. I didn't get a very good look at the whole package, but believe me, what I saw sent a charge into my jeans.
As she was taking off her top, her tee lifted up just barely enough for me to get a glimpse at the sexiest, cutest little navel I had ever seen. Her belly was so flat and that navel was just begging me to touch it. I just stood there with my mouth open, watching as she lifted her top off. She then noticed I was there, so she held her tee down while she took the rest of her top off. When the top was off, I could see her tee shirt straining over the most beautiful 34C cups (by my estimation) I had ever seen. She looked at me with her top in her hand and said in her bubbly voice, "What are you looking at" as if she had a spot on her clothes somewhere. I just gathered my tongue back into my mouth, muttered something incoherent at her, and went home.
The next day, we worked together again, and I couldn't help but think of those perfectly round tits of Jill's. She must have noticed me staring at her all day because in retrospect, I wasn't really hiding my stares very well. When lunch time came, we both went into the break room again to take our uniform tops off as we do for lunch time. I think she was on to me by now, because she took an awfully long time taking her top off. Staring at her tits bounce in her tee shirt as she walked to the fridge, I felt my cock start to stir. I was starting to get hard staring at Jill as she strutted about the break room. There were too many people around the office that day, and my courage is not the best, but I had to take care of this growing hard on. I decided that I would have to go out to my car and jerk off with thoughts of Jill racing through my mind. As I walked through the office, I tried to hide the fact that my jeans were now bulging and ready to burst at the seams.
My car was parked at the far end of the lot, and it's a good thing too. I sit down in my car, shut the door, and put on the radio. My jeans are unbuttoned and my cock springs from my boxers. Precum already making my head nice and slippery, I slowly start to stroke it. I close my eyes, replaying the images of Jill that I have over and over in my head. My hand gets wetter and wetter as precum now flows from my tip. I lean my head back into the seat as I slowly open my eyes. At the far end of the parking lot, I see Jill come out of the building and head for her car. Her tits bouncing more and more in her tee I start to stroke faster and faster. Suddenly, she notices me in my car. "Shit" I think to myself. Gotta act fast. What to do? Let her see and possibly lose my job, or try to cover up and come up with some excuse? In a moment of weakness, I quickly zip up my jeans, cock still raging in my boxers. She approaches my car and motions for me to roll down the window. I roll down my window and she leans her head in to talk to me, giving me the view I've wanted all day long. Her tits hanging in the pink bra that I can clearly see, I feel my cock start swelling up with cum. I notice her glance down into my lap as she says,
"What are you doing out here Dave?"
"Oh, you don't wanna know Jill".
