For as long as I can remember I've been attracted to women with small tits. A lot of guys think the bigger the boobs the better the babe and I've dated a lot of hot women with big tits, but flat-chested women are very sexy in my opinion. I was a late bloomer in high school and didn't start to come out of my shell until my freshman year in college.
That's were I met Kelley. She was blonde, 6'1", 110lbs and completely flat-chested with nipples that poked through her shirt when she was turned on. Seeing those tits got my dick rock hard which she took care of every chance we got. She was a particularly nasty girl and liked to fuck. One night she invited me over to her room for what she called a "party". I showed up at her place to find her and her best friend butt naked on her bed watching a skin flick. The look on their faces when I walked in told me it was gonna be a LONG night!
Fast forward ten years and I'm not so happily married to a woman that can be best described as a prude in bed. No oral, no anal, missionary only...boring. She was a tiger in bed before the wedding, but once she had the ring she figured she had it made. I had landed a great job, we were making serious money and had a nice big house but I found myself thinking about Kelley. She (and her friend) were frequent visitors in my fantasies and I found myself masturbating at least twice a day thinking about those tits of hers.
One Monday, my boss called me into his office. "Tom called from Finance and wants someone from our department to work on a special project", he said. "The company needs to control costs and Tom wants to do some analysis on long distance expenses".
He said the finance department would be assigning someone to work with me on this project and that they would stop by later in the day. I was immediately interested as our finance department made a habit of hiring hot young college grads. Since I was married though, I figured I didn't have much of a chance but at least my partner would be nice to look at.
Just after lunch, Patricia called and asked if I was free to discuss a project she had just been assigned to. I was immediately conflicted since Patricia was one of the few women in the department that wasn't single. Her husband was head of engineering and as far as I could tell she was happily married. She was hot though and reminded me a lot of Kelley. She was tall, thin and had a 29AA chest. Fortunately, I didn't have too much time to think about it as she knocked on the door to my office.
"Hi, Scott, are you busy?"
I looked up at Patricia who was dressed in a pin striped suit that was low cut in front and displayed just a peek of her white lace bra covering those small little titties of hers.
I replied casually, "No, come on in, have a seat"' trying hard not to expose the raging hard-on in my pants!
I greeted Patricia and she sat down to discuss the project. She was easy to talk to and I was having fun making her laugh as she seemed very nervous for some reason.
Eventually I asked her, "So, why do you get the honor of working on this particular project, Patricia?".
"Well, I guess I need to start pulling my weight, at least according to my boss" she replied.
She explained that she had been given this project as sort of a last chance. It seems that she had been having trouble at work and her last performance review had been pretty bad. While she explained this, I couldn't help but notice her chest. Just above her tits, her skin had grown rose-red and flushed! If that weren't enough, her nipples were sticking straight through the thin material of her shirt. Holy crap, she was getting turned on!
I smiled to myself and decided to do a little flirting to see where I could take this situation.
"And exactly how did I get assigned to this project, did you have something to do with that?" I asked.
"I might have, at least that was my preference when Tom asked who I thought would be most helpful solving this problem" she answered with a smile.
I switched topics to find out a little more about her and discovered that her husband worked all the time and her marriage problems had led to her problems at work.
"I got tired of sitting home alone and decided to enroll in a creative writing course to pass the time." she confided. "In fact, I've just finished my latest class assignment, would you like to take a look at it?".
I can't say that I was too interested in grading her papers, but agreed to be nice. Surprisingly, she pulled the story out of her folder and handed it to me. With that, she said she was late for another meeting and made plans to meet the next day to work on the project.
Looking at the title, my curiosity was piqued. The story was entitled "Housewife Repairman", hmmm, I wonder what that's about?? I locked the door to my office and sat down to read through this tale. As it starts out, our author Patricia is home and discovers that her dishwasher is broken. She calls her neighbor to see if he is available to fix it for her. When the neighbor arrives, she greets him wearing a matching pair of black bra and panties with black thigh high stockings and high heels. The neighbor gets the hint quickly and bends our naughty author over the kitchen table and fucks her to several orgasms before pulling out his cock and cumming all over her flat chest. Evidently Patricia was interested in erotic literature! More interestingly, her stud in the story had my same first name!
Patricia didn't discuss the story in any of our meetings the rest of the week, but I paid close attention to her flushed skin each time we met to work on the project. By Friday, we had the data we needed and her boss was satisfied with Patricia's performance.
"Well congratulations Patricia, we may have saved your boss $200K this year, I bet he'll be real happy with your performance now!" I said. "Why don't we celebrate? I have a softball game this evening but could grab a drink before if you're up for it".
Patricia's chest flushed bright red and she replied, "I appreciate your help Scott, I think I can finally relax at work without worrying about losing my job!". "I'd love to get a drink but I have a few errands to run this afternoon, sorry".
So much for reading her body langauge I thought.
Disappointed, I worked late that afternoon before heading out to my softball game at the local park. When I arrived, imagine my surprise to see Patricia there! She had left work and changed into a short miniskirt with black nylon stockings, my favorite.
"Hey Patricia, What are you doing here?", I asked.
"I told you I had to run some errands, do you like them?", she replied presenting her stocking covered legs.
"They're amazing! You are beautiful in that outfit", I admitted.
"I'm glad you like them, I hoped you would. Now go play your game, if you win I have a surprise for you", she said seductively.
It took all my concentration to ignore those legs during the game, but I managed to play well and even hit a HR, much to Patricia's delight.
After the game, Patricia congratulated me. "Impressive, I had no idea you were so talented", she teased.
