Danner, or "Danny" for short, was my girlfriend. Well, she was actually my fiancé.
She was having a truly awful time of late at work. We were in our late teens and doing what we could between college stints. She was working as a shift manager at a fast-food joint. Recently, they were having a tough time keeping shifts staffed, which meant her closing shifts were becoming later and later.
I had worked in the same restaurant for over a year with her before moving on to another field that had better hours and benefits. It did mean, though that I had the knowledge and skills to be able to help when she was really in a bind as there was nothing in the store I'd never done and could do fairly well.
One such night, I was talking to her and she just sounded exhausted. It was the last night of an eight day stretch before she was due off for four days and she really wanted to get it over with, as did I so that I could have her to myself for a few days. As was usual lately, though, one closer had called out and one left early and she was in the weeds. I saddled up and made the drive to help with whatever I could after closing time. Per her request, I stopped for a coffee AND two Red Bulls on the way to help with her energy level for the long night.
When I arrived, she kissed me and gave me a long hug, quietly whispering "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You're amazing." I gave her a squeeze and kissed her forehead.
She was wearing the standard-issue manager's uniform for women at this establishment: a striped, button-down shirt, a ridiculous frilly tie, and plain uniform pants. The pants did nothing for anyone else but, damn, if they didn't hug her ass just perfectly. Danny was 5'1 and maybe 105lbs. She had a curvy, gorgeous figure with full hips, a round ass, and B-cup breasts that just laughed at gravity.
The tie was always the first victim after the restaurant closed. It was already on the desk. She undid the first few buttons of her shirt. She had only female crew working with her that night so the bit of cleavage showing was no big deal. I quickly noticed the tight cleavage created by the push-up bras that she usually wore. That was enough to make me swell a bit. She had been so tired lately that our sex life had taken a serious beating. I understood and wasn't about to push it. She was exhausted all the time.
We'd gotten things cleaned up. All of the dishes were knocked out, the dining room clean, and all the floors and stainless surfaces were taken care of. It was pretty common to be soaked after this kind of cleanup. My shirt was mostly soaked. Danny's shirt was about the same. Jamie, the one remaining employee left from the shift was COMPLETELY soaked as she was up to her shoulders in the large sink washing. She was a tiny, adorable 18-year-old with a bubbly disposition who I worked with a lot in the past and knew well. I was sitting in the office with Danny as she started putting her paperwork together for the night, when Jamie walked in. There was a small bank of lockers in the corner. Without a care that I was in the room along with Danny, Jamie stripped her soaking-wet shirt over her head and snapped her bra off. She turned towards us and grabbed a towel from the clean pile in a box nearby and began drying her pert, A-cup tits. She deadpanned "If I keep getting them this wet, maybe someday, they'll grow." and winked before grabbing a sweatshirt and pulling it over her head.
I followed Jamie out to her car to make sure she got in and, on her way, safely. It was two in the morning and I certainly wasn't letting her walk out and get into one of only three cars in a parking lot alone. I told her to drive safely as she left, and then headed back into the store, locking the door behind me. It was now just Danny and I in the building.
I walked back into the office where she was sitting at the desk counting money. She had lost the button down entirely because it was so wet, and was now just sitting there in her bra. There were no windows anywhere in the back of the store, so there was no risk of her being seen by anyone but me. Her bra was clearly damp and her nipples were incredibly hard. At the sight of them, I was on my way to the same condition.
I slid behind her chair to move to the other side of the office and sit on the filing cabinet; the only other surface to sit on. I tried to not mention or show the burgeoning erection I had going on but there was no way to keep it from brushing her shoulder as I squeezed through. I sat down and, in the immediate, she didn't say a word.
After a few moments, however..."Feels like you're ok with the view." she said, not even breaking her stride in counting out the register drawers. All I could muster was "I'm more than ok with it." She quietly just hummed a "Hmmmmm...then..." and reached back to unsnap her bra, throwing it to the side of the desk. She's now sitting there, counting piles of cash, with rock-hard nipples and a big smirk on her face. I sighed loudly and repositioned myself. She finished what she was counting, banded it, and was done. She "dropped" everything into the safe and all the money was dealt with. She turned toward me in her wheeled office chair and kicked over to where I was sitting. She slid her hands up the insides of my thighs, her right landing atop my current situation. "Oh, damn."
"I'm sorry." I apologized. "I don't mean to be inappropriate or creepy. You're just so sexy."
She laughed out loud. "HA! Yeah, I'm true sex appeal sitting here topless and counting money!"
I reached down, lightly ran a finger across one of her hardened nipples and said "You really don't give yourself enough credit." She laughed lightly and then realized I was completely serious. "Are you that..." she started as she reached up with her hand and squeezed my cock through my pant leg. "Holy shit." she said as she simultaneously realized I was completely hard and saw a quarter-sized dot of precum soak through the fabric over the tip. "I've really been neglecting you." she said quietly and apologetically. I pleaded with her not to apologize, citing how it wasn't her fault and that she'd been working her ass off.
She listened without a word, lightly biting her lip as she stroked me through the fabric of my pants.
