This was going to be an interesting day.
Let me back up a little. I'm a successful business owner. I run a lean operation, two people working in one small office: my assistant and me. I'm the brains, she's the beauty. I'm a bachelor, she's married, two kids. I like to dress sharply and spend weekends in the city, she's a homebody and dresses like most of the women in this sleepy, gossipy town: plain and simple. Fortunately her clothes don't match the rest of her. I've always had the impression that under all the drabness there appears to be a stunning figure. And with a thick mane of blonde hair framing a pretty face, she's definitely attractive.
Regardless of that bland wardrobe she has a funny little habit: she wears blouses that tend to be a little revealing, being just a touch too tight across her bustline so that they gape open between the buttons, or else they're made of clingy silk or slightly see-through fabrics, always with the top few buttons undone. Every once in a while I get a fairly generous view down her blouse.
Another thing is this: I can't remember the last time she wore a skirt but she always wears sexy little high-heeled pumps, sometimes with open toes. In the hot weather, it's always strappy, high-heeled summer sandals. They make her legs appear even longer and I love the look of slacks and heels.
We've worked together for quite awhile now and personally I think we make a pretty good team but I have to confess I've had my fantasies of her for a long time.
Oh, one more thing: During the year-end conference with my accountant, he pointed out several serious financial irregularities. As it turns out, my lovely assistant has been supplementing her salary in some creative ways. I'm not happy.
So, back to this morning...
I walked into the office we share and saw her sitting at the desk. Once again, she was wearing a slightly-too-tight blouse and the top few buttons were undone. I said good morning and went to hang up my coat. It seemed strange that even though I was really angry with her, once again a strong sense of desire bubbled up to the surface. I'd been feeling like this for weeks now whenever she was in the office, having all kinds of fantasies about the two of us. Sometimes I had an almost uncontrollable urge to just let loose and maul those beautiful tits. I took a deep breath, straightened my tie and walked back to her desk.
I stood at her shoulder while we went through the week's correspondence. Occasionally she hunched over and leaned on the desk. As she did, her blouse gaped open to reveal a good view of her brassiere and the tops of her breasts. This time though, the padded bra cup buckled forward, separating from her breasts to the point that I thought I might even get to see one of her nipples. It was one of the best views down her blouse that I'd ever had and I felt my cock begin to swell.
As we continued to chat she constantly sat back, fixed her bra strap and pulled the front of her blouse down to smooth it out. She seemed almost agitated as she sat there, leaning forward, sitting back, looking up at me, looking down. Whenever she sat forward, her blouse opened again and I stared down at her breasts, hoping to catch a glimpse of that barely hidden nipple. A couple of times I thought she caught me but I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed.
After several minutes of this I gave up trying to be discrete. If she didn't care about her blouse being undone almost to her brassiere, then I refused to worry if she saw me try to catch a peek. I became bolder and took long stares down her top, watching the fabric of her bra tighten against her breasts or loosen away as she moved. At one point she looked closely at her monitor then leaned back into her chair. Her bra buckled forward. I took a quick step back to get a better angle of view and followed the slope of her skin down under the padding of her bra cup. She moved slightly. Almost! The bottom curve of her breast was plainly visible and I could just see the slightest edge of her nipple. My cock stiffened again.
She looked up at me a few times as she spoke but I didn't care anymore. I kept my eyes fixed on her tits. She shifted her shoulders slightly. Her blouse spread open. Then she reached across her desk to pick up a sheet of paper. As she did, her brassiere buckled and loosened even more than it had a few moments ago. There it was! Her entire nipple was in view, the soft brown circle leading to a dark nub.
She turned and spoke to me again, leaning back and facing me. I kept looking down at her open blouse. I couldn't take it any longer. Between my anger and lust I had finally lost control.
"Laura, do you know your blouse is undone so far that I can see your bra?"
She quickly brought her hand up and pulled the fabric together. "Sorry," she replied, "It's just so hot in here!"
"Hey! It's okay Laura. If you want to leave it undone, that's fine with me. I'm really enjoying the view. I just thought you might feel embarrassed if you knew how much you were showing."
She blushed a deep crimson. "How much could you see?" she asked.
"Laura, I just saw one of your nipples and to be honest, I'd really like to see more." I reached out and slipped my hand down the front of her blouse. "As you can tell by the bulge in my pants, it's quite a turn-on for me."
She jumped as she felt my trembling hand move down inside her shirt. She grabbed my wrist. "Hey! Hey! Don't!"
"Laura, I've been fighting this for ages and I just can't stop myself anymore. You're an attractive woman. We're here alone together almost all the time. Leaving your blouse undone like that and letting me see your tits..." I moved closer to her. "I have to get my hands on them. I have to touch you."
I pushed further down inside her blouse until I could grip her entire breast. I stepped around behind and pulled her against me. She squirmed in her chair and tried to pull my arm away. Another button popped free as she struggled.
"Give it up Laura. I'm going to feel you up whether you like it or not."
I pinned her to the chair and gripped her breast tightly. After a few minutes of fighting me she realized how much stronger I was and relaxed her hold on my wrist.
"Okay, okay, you win. Just hurry up and get it over with."
She sat limply in front of me, said nothing and offered no resistance. My cock throbbed as I groped her breasts with both hands, slipping her blouse and brassiere straps off her shoulders. I leaned forward to get a better view then slipped my fingers down underneath her bra cups and squeezed. Her tits were firm and heavy. Her nipples pressed against my palms. I tried to lift her breasts up out of her bra. She leaned away from me and hunched her shoulders forward in an attempt to stop me. I pulled her back into the chair and began to undo her blouse.
"No, please! Please stop, you've gone far enough!" She grabbed my hands.
"No way, Laura. I'm not stopping now"
"You shouldn't be doing this! It's not right!"
"Hey! You chose to dress like this. You chose to undo your blouse until you knew I could see your tits. Why did you do that, hmm? What did you think would happen? Did you think it wouldn't matter to me, that I wouldn't notice? Come on, take your blouse off."
After a moment's hesitation but without any further argument, she began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them with shaking fingers. She took the blouse off and dropped it on the desk. In the process, she managed to pull her bra back into place. She turned to me, her hands in her lap. "There. Satisfied?"
"No, I'm not, not yet at least. Stand up." Slowly she rose up and stood facing me. Her brassiere was white, with padded cups and a touch of lace trim. It was very ill-fitting, which must be why it kept loosening away from her breasts. That came as no surprise. The only women's shop in this town was no better than a five and dime store. Quality was definitely not their middle name. I quickly reached out to undo the bra's front clasp.
Once again she grabbed my wrists. "What are you doing? Stop! Don't you dare!" She tried to wrestle my hands away from her bra but I was able to unclip it and pull it open. She gasped as she realized that her bra was undone and tried to hold it together. This time it was
my
turn to grab
her
wrists. I pulled her arms down. The bra slipped off her shoulders. I let go quickly, grabbed the bra and yanked it away from her. She tried to hide her naked tits with her hands but I stopped her. I pried her hands away and held her arms out. Her breasts were now in full view. They were gorgeous -- firm, nicely rounded with well-defined areolas and upright nipples. They swayed and bounced as she tried to fight me off.
"Laura," I said. "You may as well stop fighting me. I'm not letting you go until I do this." She whimpered softly then slowly stopped and stood still, facing me.
"Alright! I won't fight you anymore but please, just hurry up and get it over with."
She stood there, waiting. Almost in a daze, I leaned toward her and took her soft mounds in my hands, cupping them in my palms, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. I took each breast between thumb and forefinger, lifted and squeezed. Her nipples became longer and harder as I jiggled her tits back and forth.
I leaned forward, brought my face down close to them. I touched one with my tongue. She shuddered but did nothing. I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked on it. I sucked hard, stretching it out from her chest. I held it there for a moment while I ran my tongue around her nipple. I opened my mouth and let her breast slip out with a "pop". I turned to the other one and did the same. It wasn't long before I was sucking, licking, lifting, stretching -- completely engrossed by her two beautiful tits. She stood there, taking it silently. She was breathing hard and shaking but still she let me have my way with her.
I stepped back, unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out into the open.
"Oh no. No, no, no. We're not going that far," she said. She grabbed her blouse and started to put it on.
"Yes we are, Laura. That's exactly where this is leading. Don't put your blouse on again. Leave it off."
She looked directly into my eyes, held my gaze. I think she was trying to decide if I was serious or not, whether there was some way she could get herself out of this. I knew she was furious but I guess either the tone of my voice or perhaps her own guilty conscience convinced her otherwise. She stopped and let the blouse slip down off her arms. She again dropped it onto the desk behind her.
