"Oh my God..." I whispered to myself. That was the first time I saw Barbara, or should I say, the first time I saw those massive mammaries of hers.
I worked for a retail furniture outlet, and my manager put me in charge of setting up new stores in our area, and the temp agency had sent over a group of ten candidates, nine guys and a woman. I was supposed to pick five out of the group. I had interviewed the group and left Barbara for last.
"Come in, Barbara," I said, doing my best trying not to stare.
She sat in the chair in front of my desk and said: "Call me Barbi. Everyone does."
I grabbed her application and perused it as she watched. She wore a sweatshirt with the arms cut off, and the front had a V cut down into her cleavage.
"It says here you quit your last job, mind telling me why?" She wiggled nervously in her chair. When she did, her tits shook and swayed almost imperceptibly. I felt my cock react. I was glad I was sitting where I could slide my chair under my desk to hide my growing bulge from her.
"Too much harassment." She looked down at the floor took a deep breath.
"You mean sexual harassment?" I asked
"Yeah. I don't mind comments, You know, I mean 'Wow, looking good today!' Is fine but detailed comments describing specific sexual events is simply too much." she continued staring at the floor.
"Can I be blunt?" I asked. She stopped looking at the floor and looked up at me.
"Yeah. I guess so. Why not?"
"If you're worried about harassment, why are you wearing a shirt that shows so much skin?"
