Melissa stood just shy of five feet two, wore size eighteen to twenty clothes and had the cutest smile I'd ever seen. We'd met on a night out with a mutual friend, it had been lust at first sight, for me at least. Melissa and I had chatted briefly, in between jugs of cocktails and shots of tequila. As the months passed by, Melissa had started to work for my company. Melissa worked in a different department to me, at a small office roughly twenty miles from the one I work in. We bumped into each other on training days and at conferences and got to know each other a little better over cigarettes and coffee during breaks.
As time passed we had exchanged phone numbers and texted each other regularly, just to say "hi" and catch up on life. Innocent text messages began to get a little flirtatious between us, and soon we began to exchange pictures messages, she would send me pictures of herself licking things and sucking her fingers. I would send her pictures of myself in my under ware, or with my hand suggestively covering my cock and balls.
It was a Monday, we had a company conference. Melissa and I stood talking outside the building before going inside. "Cigarette," I said, offering her the pack of Marlboro.
"Thanks," she said with one of her beautiful smiles. Her hair was pulled back tight and held in a pony-tail. She wore a low cut top that really showed off her cleavage, probably not the most professional of things to wear but I was pleased and as she took a cigarette from the pack I couldn't keep my eyes off of her bulging chest. "Hey, I'm up here," she said with a giggle. "You like this top then?"
"Very much," I said, a little nervous after having been caught eyeing her breasts.
"I thought you might," Melissa lit her cigarette, "I wore it for you."
"Thank you very much!" I said with a smile.
"So you like what you see?"
"I sure do," and then I was interrupted.
"Hey guys!" I looked around and there was Steve, a tall muscular man with short cropped blonde hair and expensive jeans. "How you doing?"
"I'm good, thank you," Melissa told him.
"Cool, thanks mate, you?"
"Good, can't believe we've got another bloody conference! It's all we seem to do now!"
"I know," I replied, secretly wanting him to go back from whence he came.
"Maybe they could just let us get on with working, I've a stack of paperwork to get through by Wednesday," Melissa said.
"Oh, I think we should go in," Steve said, "looks like people are making their way in." He walked off, Melissa and I took a last drag on out cigarettes, stamped them out and headed in after him. As we walked up the slope towards the front door of the building I leaned into Melissa's ear and whispered, "so, you were saying?"
"Wait till break," she whispered back to me, "we'll talk then."
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An hour and a half passed. An hour and half of watching slides and listening to the company director talking about budgets, recessions, graphs and upping the financial return. An hour and a half of thinking about Melissa's breasts, imagining setting them free from her bra, of taking them in my hands and of licking her erect nipples, pulling on them with my fingers, kissing her neck, loosening her jeans and....
"Hey, break time! Fag?" Melissa's voice brought me back into the room. "You paying attention? You looked a little vacant there."
"Uh? Oh, sure, yeah, I was just day dreaming."
