Staying After Work


"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asked shocked.
"I just thought you were preoccupied with something." I said looking up at him.
When I looked up at him, I knew what the problem was. He was looking down my shirt. He must have been getting turned on while looking at my boobs. It seemed that with every grasp of my flesh, he was getting more and more turned on.
"You are looking down my shirt!" I looking up at him.
"I didn't mean to. I just notice...." He stopped as I cut him off.
"You notice that I have a nice pair of tits?" I chuckled.
"Well, yeah." He said smiling.
"Why don't you touch them and see if you still feel the same way." I suggested.
"I don't know if I, I mean we should be doing such things. We are at work." He said nervously.
"Yeah I know. So, why don't you work my boobs a little at work." I said laughing.
I'm not sure if he was taking me serious or not. I knew from the way he was looking at me, he was really turned on from looking down my shirt.
"Now, tell me what you think of them." I said as I put his hand on one of my boobs.
"I, I, think they are great!" He proclaimed.
"So, why don't you touch both of them?" I said as I unbuttoned my shirt.