It was a quiet Thursday afternoon at the office and folks had decided to head over to the local bar, McCoy's, after work. Jane had been waiting for such an opportunity for a while, so when she heard, she went to track down Dave to give her a ride.
"Hey Dave," she said sauntering up to his cubical.
"Oh hey Jane, how's it going?"
"Pretty good. Could you drive me over to McCoy's with you, my car was kind of on the fritz this morning and I don't know if I trust it to get me to the bar and then home."
"I don't know," he said, glancing over at his clock that stood on his desk next to a picture of his wife and two boys. "I was planning on just going home tonight, get in some quality time with the family."
"Oh come on Dave, you have quality family time every night. How about some quality time with you coworkers for once?" Jane absent mindedly fiddled with the chain that hung down between her breasts. She glanced down at it and surreptitiously traced one of her fingers along the top curve of her breast as she continued quietly, "I promise you'll have fun."
She continued to glance down for a few seconds so Dave could let his eyes wander over her as she knew he sometimes liked to do. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse with the top few buttons undone so as to expose some of her impressive cleavage. The remaining buttons strained slightly against her large chest but had more slack over her flat stomach. Her provocative top coupled with the mid-thigh length black skirt she was wearing was not necessarily professional look their company approved of. Back at her own cubical she had left the jacket that had covered up her bust and, as of only a few moments ago, all of her buttons had been done up neatly. Jane knew how to dress and act to get what she wanted. Her professionalism had caused her to rise in the company, but her continued rise was not her current target. The last few weeks her and Dave had been working on a difficult project together. The long hours and late nights had led to some "unprofessional" shared glances and a short business trip that dripped in sexual tension. But they were both great business people who were happily married so nothing ever came of it. But after seeing Dave's muscular body working out in the company gym Jane had decided that it was time to succumb to the desires. It's not that she loved the idea of cheating on her husband, but this was probably for the best. If left unchecked the clear desire that was between the two of them would continue to grow until it got in the way and possibly ruined their work and family life. She just hoped he could be persuaded without her embarrassing herself.
Dave adjusted himself in his seat before replying, "Uh sure, I'll go. Just for a little though." Jane figured his curiosity must have gotten the better of him. He had never seen her dressed so exposed before.
"Great! Let me just go get changed into some more comfortable clothing and then we can head out! I'll meet you by the door." She thought she could see his face drop a little at her words. If he was disappointed that he wouldn't be spending time with her revealing outfit he wouldn't be sad for long.
Jane grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom to change. Upon reaching privacy she slipped out of her skirt and into her short jean cut offs. She undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and then took off her oppressive bra. Her breasts dropped wonderfully free. "The price you pay for a nice bust," she thought to herself. She contemplated the pink t-shirt and her comfier bra in her bag for a moment before deciding that everyone would be happier without them. Instead she reached for her woolly brown hoody. She slipped it on over her naked top and zipped it over her large, free breasts feeling exhilarated. She walked over to the mirror and looked herself over. She wondered how long it would take Dave to notice she wasn't wearing a bra. Probably not too long as every movement caused her breasts to sway freely, her nipples cutting into the soft fabric, giving her a thrill she could feel all the way down to her panties.
She met Dave at the door and followed him out to his car. It was later in the year and starting to get dark earlier so Dave didn't have a chance to notice her breasts bouncing loosely under her hoody with each step. The motion of them against the soft fabric combined with the chill in the air cause Jane's nipples to grow erect almost immediately. They reached Dave's care and climbed in.
"Which way do you think is the fas-" Dave started but cut off after turning towards Jane. With the cabin lights on all of a sudden Dave was able to see better Jane's new outfit. The sweatshirt was light and fitted enough to show her breasts hanging lower than before and pushing against the fabric. And to complete the alluring image her two nipples were standing pronounced and pointing right towards him as Jane faced him in the passenger's seat.
"Fastest?" Jane finished for him, unfazed by his abrupt end to his sentence.
"Yeah." He recovered quickly, jerking his neck around to look out the front window.
"Take 2nd."
"Will do."
And with that he started the car and pulled out. They drove for a minute in silence. Dave tried his best to not glance at the seat belt nestled in the middle of Jane's chest but no one is perfect.
"How's the wife?" Jane asked after he got a few furtive glances in.
Jane knew Dave's wife, she and her husband had the two of them over for dinner before, and Jane liked her quite a bit. Not enough to quell the feeling that had been building inside of her for the last few months but enough to care how she was doing.
"Oh, uh, she's doing well," he stated nervously, as if he had momentarily forgotten about his loving wife back at home. "She actually texted me, she's taking the boys out to the movies tonight." He continued on talking about how his wife and sons had been waiting to see the premier of this movie and he didn't really care for it. Talking about his family seemed to ease him and before long they were chatting comfortably as they normally did at the office.
"You didn't tell me Andrew is going tonight! That guy is the worst!" Dave said laughing.
"I know, total blowhard! I hate him too. Hey, how about instead of us going to the bar to listen to Andrew talk about himself all night we just grab some cold ones and hang out ourselves?"
After a moment Dave replied, "It does sound like a better option. I don't know though, Jane." He looked to be battling between what he wanted to do and what he knew was appropriate. She could tell by the glance he shot at first the clock and then her large breasts that were still hanging ever so patiently under her sweatshirt.
"It will be fine," she said playing with the zipper of her hoody. She tugged it down ever so slightly to show only skin down where a t-shirt would be. Not far enough down to let Dave know there was nothing underneath, but low enough to keep him wondering. "Let grab a six pack from the gas station and then drive over to the beach to watch the waves roll in."
"Sure, that sounds like a nice idea." He said, sounding only half reluctant.
They walked through the fluorescently lit gas station over to the beer. Jane was acutely aware of how Dave's gaze followed her bouncing breasts. She imagined what it would feel like if Dave pushed her against one of the cool glass doors and started fucking her. Her face and breasts pushed against the cold glass as his warm cock filled her up from behind. But that's not what she really wanted. She wanted to be able to feel his body. To feel his warmth and kiss him deeply. She hoped Dave wouldn't need too much beer to loosen his nerves because the warmth she could feel between her legs was starting to get a hold of her. As they waited in line at the cash register Jane let the side of her breast graze ever so gently across Dave's arm. He moved his arm away subconsciously and Jane just smiled up at him. Her nipples were erect again, partly from the cold but mostly from excitement. They ached for him touch.
They arrived at the beach and Dave pulled the car up to a picnic bench on the drivers side of the car. They sat next to each other on the bench and opened their beers. The began to drink and talk as they watched the waves coming in. It was a cool night and no one was around except for them. All that could be heard on the beach was the crash of the waves and the echoes of their laughter. It felt so right to be there with Dave, almost like she was there with her own husband. She loved her husband fiercely, just as she knew Dave loved his wife but urges are what make us human. Urges are what kept Jane's zipper getting lower even though it was slowly getting colder. And it's what caused Jane to slide her arm around Dave's back and press herself, most notably her breasts, against his side as they sat there. Dave didn't pull away, he just kept sipping his beer and talking to her as he had been before. She was starting to get chilly from the cool breeze off the water and the cold beer going down her throat. But that only made the heat she felt between her legs and the heat from Dave feel even stronger.
She finished her beer and let it drop. She slid her other arm cautiously around Dave so she was now hugging him on the bench. Neither of them had ever had such intimate contact with another since getting married but they both let it happen. Their want for each other and the beer they were drinking had muddled their conscience. After a moment in silence Jane loosened her grip.
"Gonna go grab another." Dave let her up and she thought he was probably happy for the short shorts as she bent over the drivers seat to get another beer. She opened up her fresh beer as she took a seat in the drivers seat looking out at Dave. The light in the car was on giving him a good view of her, which he was appreciating. "So do you like this outfit more than what I was wearing earlier?" Her chest was pointing out, putting extra pressure against the fabric so that her breasts were perfectly outlined in the light coming from the car.
"Both are very nice." Dave replied diplomatically.
"Oh come on. You have to prefer one or the other." Jane said slyly as she eased the zipper down further. She leaned against the seat so her breasts would push against each other and offer Dave a nice view of her cleavage to help him make up his mind. His eyes moved down to her chest and without hurry returned to her face.
"Then I pick this one."
