My name is Rebecca and I'm a manager in retail. Laura is one of my employees and is a beautiful woman, inside and out. She is about 5' 5, 150lbs and is 50 years old. She and I open alone every weekend together. We get to the store around 7am and we open at 10am. When we get in, she starts to put away things that were left from the night before. I go into the office to start opening the store. She is very proper and totally not what I would be into in a guy, let alone a woman.
I walk out from the office and the store is unbelievably hot. It always is. The customers complain about it all the time.
"Do you care if I take my shirt off? I have a tank top under this. It's just too hot." I ask not even thinking about who I am talking to.
"No. Go right ahead. I wish I could." She responds, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her forearm.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Me being a manager, I don't want anything to come back and bite me in the ass.
"Yeah! Why would I feel uncomfortable?"
Not thinking anymore about it, I take off my shirt. I am wearing a pink tank top that barely covers my 40DD tits. I don't usually wear my tank tops out in the open and I never wear a shirt without one underneath. I'd sweat right through.
"Jesus! Rebecca, could you wear a tank that has any less fabric?" she asks, staring at my tits.
"Oh shit! Sorry! I forgot what one I had on." blushing a little and pulling my bra and tank to try to cover up.
"I just wasn't excepting that. You're fine. Can you help me with this box?" she asks like like nothing happened.
"Sure."
I walk to the box and pick it up. I carry it to where it needs to go. She gets the ladder to put it fully away. I pick up the box and hand it to her. Our fingers brush against each other and I feel an electric charge pulse through my body and straight to my pussy. I think she feels it too because she starts to turn red.
She gets down from the ladder bit misses the last step. She lands on her ankle. I turn around and she is sitting on the floor rubbing her ankle.
"Oh my god! Laura, are you ok?" I ask running to her.
"Yeah. It's nothing. I'll just walk..." She tries to get up but screams in pain and grabs hold of the ladder.