I watched with intense trepidation as Francis started to unbutton her light blue work shirt. Every second promised new delights with the revelation of more and more uncovered skin. Already her white bra was coming into view and revealing the fullness of her large breasts. As the buttons continued to pop, one by one, free of their locking hole, her shirt opening expanded in size. By now most of her upper underwear was now on display as was a generous amount of her delicious cleavage.
Fran had incredible breasts. I had no idea what cup size held up such wonderful expanse of flesh but her bra was an attractive design with lace flowers running around the sides of her breasts and a sold white pattern hiding all traces of detail in the middle. Even without the promise of a hardened nipple poking its way through the material I was already as hard as rock. As it was, my prick was quite uncomfortable, crammed as it was inside my underwear and I yearned to free it from its prison. However a small part of me was fairly certain that its release would almost be followed by a hard yanking motion on my behalf as I started to masturbate to the show Fran was now giving me.
Fran had by now reached her last button on her shirt. With a deft motion she pulled the remains of her top from its fold inside her tight fitting black pants.
"What do you think?" she asked in a soft seductive voice.
I choked back a reply that threatened to emerge in a less than manly way.
"Maybe this would be better?" she purred whipping away her shirt from around her arms.
I never even noticed as the material dropped to the floor. My mind and hormones were racing like never before at the sight of Fran stood before me with such an amount of bare skin on display. My gaze was locked on her tits, enclosed as they still were within the confines of her white bar. Every element of my imagination was now straining in overload with the task of mentally removing this last barrier between my sight and her bare, unprotected breasts.
With a knowing smile she gazed down at the bulge in my trousers.
"It won't be long now, big boy!" she giggled in an utterly intoxicating way. Suddenly she moved closer dropping to her knees in front of my chair.
"Are you ready to see my nipples?" she enquired moving forwards with the teasing promise of a woman about to suck cock.
I nodded furiously. Part of our agreement was that I was to say nothing along with the promise that I was to stay as motionless as possible whilst she carried out whatever whim she fancied. Any deviation from this pact and Fran had promised to abandon the whole thing immediately. Any further coercion on my behalf after this would be followed by dire retribution, the least of which involved Fran revealing our sordid little affair to the rest of the office.
She looked up at me from her position over my lap. With an ever growing smile she started to straighten upwards, her hands hidden form sight behind her back. Just then a small indication of movement came from the top of bra supports. I realised with an ever growing thrill, that she had now released the clasp that had sealed her underwear shut and was now slowly removing her remaining upper garment.