I couldn't shake the thought out of my head. Ever since I met Haley I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. I mean, I'd checked out girls before, I had kissed girls before, I had enjoyed watching girl-on-girl action in porn, but I had never considered actually acting on those feelings. Haley though, she brought something out in me. Each time I saw her, I could feel her reaction soaking through my underwear.
Haley was the only other female working in my office - we were surrounded by balding middle aged men, or recently-graduated frat boys. She was my sanctuary. However, standing at 5'10, Haley was a distraction for all in the office, with legs that went on forever and a curvaceous ass. I was so envious of Haley's brunette hair that fell in waves framing her sun-kissed face, which had the effect of accenting her already dramatic cheekbones. Her hair stopped conveniently just below her shoulders, drawing your attention to her impressive cleavage. She was just breath-taking, curves in all the right places, smiles always reaching her eyes and a genuinely nice person to boot. Haley was the kind of girl you wanted to hate but just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
I was sat at my corner desk, observing the office go about its daily tasks. Haley walked into view, her breasts clearly free from the constraints of a bra, nipples faintly outlined through the semi-sheer material of her shirt. 'She has to be a 32D at a minimum, but is probably larger' I mused, distracted at the thought of how Haley's breasts would fit so well into my hands. I was slightly taken aback at the thought - sure, I hadn't had sex for a few months, and yes I was super horny right at that moment, but it was the first time I had fantasized about holding another woman's breasts. The fantasy starts taking shape as Haley interrupts a group of younger colleagues, flipping her hair and jiggling her breasts.
God, her breasts. If we were alone, I'd sidle up behind her, my arms embracing her waist, reaching upwards and fondling those gorgeous tits. I'd sweep her hair to one side, start kissing her neck, light and gentle kisses at first, getting more insistent and reaching down to her collarbone, that's kept just out of reach by her shirt. Her skin would feel so soft beneath my lips, her natural scent mingling with her perfume intoxicating. I'd have to remove that shirt. I couldn't be denied access to Haley's boobs. Shirt removed I'd be facing her, hands full with her nipples poking between my fingers as I massage her tits. I'd tweak and tug them, pinch and twist until they were standing to attention.
In the office, I can feel how wet I'm becoming at the thought of administering lavish attention to my coworker's breasts. I took a quick look around the office. No one was looking her direction. Subtly, I slid a hand under my leggings, feeling how much my fantasy had aroused me. I'd have to replace one hand with my mouth, sucking her nipples, playing with the hardened points they became, licking and flicking and sucking and twisting and pulling and pinching. I'd keep going, fascinated by her nipple's reaction to my attention, until Haley moans in response.
My hands would wander, caressing her incredible body. One hand would reach down, finding a lacey thong under her pencil skirt. That skirt had to be removed too. Instead of immediately ripping off her thong, I'd pull and tug at it, creating a heated friction winding Haley up even more than my attention to her breasts had. I knew that thong would be off before long but I wanted to enjoy the reaction my hand being this close to her pussy would have on her composure. Back in the office, I was doing the same thing to myself, conscious of how heavy I was suddenly breathing.
