From the very first moment I had laid eyes on her, I had a thing for Natalie. Of course, the first time I saw her, she was wearing a dress with plunging criss-cross neckline, displaying lovely cleavage. I had thought she would dress more conservatively with time, but she still swishes about in clingy skirts and tops which all but shout: Big Tits! Recently, I had cause to go to her office to ask about supplies. I knocked and she opened the door. She was wearing a camisole, which cupped the bottom of her breasts, lifting them for all to see, and a long skirt. As usual, she greeted me quietly and asked what I needed. I told her and she loaded up a cart. As she pushed the cart towards me, she leaned over it, each step causing her breasts to sway. I couldn't help but stare and my cock couldn't help but swell.
She must have noticed my look, because she stopped and leaned way over the cart, maximizing her cleavage, and asked if there was anything else I needed. I took a chance and said, "It might be inappropriate to say, but you."
She smiled broadly, and replied, "I have waited so long to hear that. I was wondering how blatant I would have to be before you said something." She stood up, her arms shifting to her sides, pressing her breasts together, "so, do you like my camisole?"
"Yes, and I like how you fill your camisole ever more," I panted.
