It started as a ho-hum day at the edge of the bullpen. Me and eighteen others it seemed were locked up for the workday and each in the same uniform.
The company wanted us to look like a team and so they insisted on the uniforms. Guys wore pants and girls wore skirts. All of us in the same color with our first name embroidered above each left breast. Our split favored more girls than guys but still six guys wasn't bad.
It really isn't as horrible as it might sound because the company pays a clothing allowance that includes purchase, cleaning and maintenance of the uniform. It also means we never have to worry about what to wear to work each morning.
We aren't a typing or filing pool of people. We all do a bit of it I suppose and we all use the copying machine as needed. The work requires professionals with a modicum of ability and creativity while each of us is assigned our own little niche of responsibility.
It was a Friday and again I suppose we were all looking forward to the long weekend away, free to dress as we liked and do what was wanted or needed. We could forget the company for three days.
Lunch had been okay for me as four of us girls sat outside in the shade and gossiped as we ate.
It was nearly two when he came in. He is a tall guy and many of the girls always looked at him with hunger apparent in their eyes. I knew of their fascination but seldom participated because he was out of my league.
He was overly tall and handsome but everyone also knew that he was single. At one time a (betting) pool had been started to guess who'd be the first girl in the group he'd ask out. The pool faded after a couple of months and the money was given back as our group-think decided he'd never ask anyone in the pool.
But now, as usual on a Friday afternoon, he was standing at the desk in front of me handing me a stack of paperwork to sign. I always made copies after I signed them and then I stacked them into my in-box for Monday morning. I gave him the stack of copies then he leaned far over my desk and whispered against my ear. "You always button that shirt up to your neck. You'd draw a lot more male interest if you unbuttoned a few of them at the top." then before I could answer he was gone.
At first I'd thought of reporting him for female harassment but then I relaxed and smiled. Perhaps I'd try it sometime.
Monday I tried it and it worked. I got a lot more glances than I'd ever known before. Perhaps because it was unusual of me but I prefer to think it was because they found my more than ample cleavage appealing.
That Friday I was still wearing the buttons open when he came in. My first tendency was to button back up but I didn't. When I was finished and handed him his copies he leaned over again and said "Just a few more buttons?" and I glanced down but before I looked up again he'd rounded the corner and was gone again.
I was playing and the following Friday I hadn't opened any more buttons but as he was leaving he whispered "You know I'm right."
The girls I knew the best asked me what he'd been saying and finally I told them and they all laughed but my best girlfriend agreed with him and so that next Monday I did it.
I swear I'd never shown so much cleavage in my life and I was blushing when I went to work that morning but he'd been right. Nearly every guy and a few women smiled at me. On the way home, in the market, I was a hit with everyone it seemed. I guessed then that people enjoy good sized tits or perhaps it's just that I looked more 'open' than I usually had.
The next Friday, with those extra buttons opened I enjoyed watching Mr. Tall look at them with a dedicated smile, or so it seemed.
After I handed him his copies he leaned far over again only this time he said "Would you go out with me? Maybe at seven tonight?"
I thought about it and then nodded agreement. He smiled and he seemed to almost dance out of the room after he'd said "I'll call you here in about twenty minutes to set up the rest."
He did call back almost exactly twenty minutes later. I asked if all he wanted was a chance to see and feel my tits and he answered "Not at all but I'd love that to be the first part of it because they look so good and I love tits. Haven't you ever seen a man that you wanted to reach out and touch then explore? Maybe even me?"
It was a question I hadn't expected but he was right and I had wanted to touch and explore the ample rise I'd noticed in his pants every time he came to my desk. It had always looked like it was larger than any other guy I'd met and I was more than curious.
I gave him my address and he said with a laugh he'd pick me up at seven. I had a little over two hours to wait before work finished for the week and if it was all real I'd be with him. In those hours I would grow wetter than I had since I was a teen.
I was nervous even though I'm into my thirties. I hadn't been asked on a date for over a year and had no other prospects. I spent the almost two hours at home selecting something to wear and getting ready.
I finally selected a conservative mid-thigh length skirt, an embroidered shirt and a thin V-neck sweater to wear with three inch heels. Next I selected lingerie and decided on a soft sheer net bra and hip-hugging panties that were the same color as the bra. I'd taken a shower and carefully tried to look and smell by best. I spent over an hour brushing and setting my hair.
When I began dressing, at first I didn't like the hip-huggers that I'd selected but I'd laid them out. After I had them on I seemed to hate them even more. In profile they seemed to exaggerate my already too heavy tummy and ass. I went ahead anyway because I didn't have anything else that was near a matching color to the bra. The bra felt good and I liked the lift it gave me while allowing them to sway invitingly. A good bra like it was difficult to find for big girls.
When I'd added the shoes I decided they might look better with thigh-highs and so I picked out the only pair I had. They were new and had cute dragons playing everywhere along my legs.
The skirt was okay and I began to like the panties I'd earlier selected with it. Next I put on the shirt and after a few minutes, since he wanted cleavage, I unbuttoned several top buttons and folded the shirt open to each side. The sweater came next then when I noticed the depth of the V-neck I unbuttoned more of the shirt.
I wondered if I looked more like a street-walker but didn't have time to change when he punched the doorbell.
He whistled at me when I opened the door then asked if I was ready. His eyes switched rapidly between cleavage and my smile.
I picked up my clutch and stepped out after pressing the locking button on the doorknob.
He took my arm and guided me down the walkway to the stairs. He let me go first and after five or six steps he commented.
"I do like that cleavage." he said and I glanced back, and then up to see him staring down into my cleavage. "I also love the way you climb stairs because it gives me a better view. You have a beautiful bottom"
