THE BEGINNING
It's mine and my wife's last year in college and, hopefully, this is the last part-time job that I'll have before graduation. It's a smaller company with not too many employees. My name's Greg and I do web design work and, while it's pretty boring, I get paid pretty good for a part time job. Since starting, I've gotten along pretty well with the 8 people that work here.
I came in today and got started on my work. I was pretty tired from being up late the night before. Across from my desk, in front of me, was the hottest woman in the office, Trista. I don't normal ogle anyone other than my wife, but my energy level was affecting my reasoning abilities.
Trista is only a few years older than me at 27 compared to my 22. She looks sort of like a rocker. With dark, horn rimmed, glasses she might have seemed like a hipster a first glance, but after engaging with her, she definitely didn't talk like she was pretentious or anything. It's a pretty casual office, so the button-ups she wears are usually buttoned down a few notches. This presents an issue for a married man like myself, since her large and perky breasts press outward presenting a fair amount of cleavage.
Today was no exception, as she wore a white button-up blouse and the capris she was wearing hugged her tight little ass like nothing else. I would peer over as she would occasionally lean down over her desk, exposing the tops of her luscious breasts. She had her sleek black hair pulled back into a pony tail and twirled it around next to her head every once and a while.
"How was the concert you saw over the weekend?" I asked, trying to make some small talk.
"It was great," she said. "It was totally free entrance and the people there weren't totally out of control. Everyone was pretty chill for how much alcohol there was and everything."
"Sounds like a fun time," I smiled at her as I remarked. She smiled back and winked at me. What did that mean? I thought to myself. Could that be something sexual, or just a friendly wink? Oh God, there's no way I could resist trying to find out. I needed to know, if only just to stroke my ego.
At lunch, I went into the break room and she was there. She was turned away from me, so she must not have seen me come in. I saw from behind she reached into her shirt and adjusted her bra. She was looking down at her chest at something, but I couldn't tell from behind. Her ass in those capris looked so amazing, I quickly got out my phone. I took a picture of her ass, then quickly put it away. I stepped loudly on the floor so she would know I was in the room. She turned around, alarmed, and I saw what she was looking at. Her shirt was soaked in water and I could now see her bra through her shirt. Along with that she had unbuttoned a few more buttons to get the water that had gone down her blouse.
"You'll have to excuse me, I'm a mess right now," she said, perhaps not realizing I could see through her shirt and a little more of her chest. "Do you think you could get me some more paper towels from the supply closet? I don't want to have to walk through the office like this and have everyone see how clumsy I am."
I laughed and said jokingly, "Oh I suppose I could do it for a price."
She moved her hand to her blouse buttons, smiling as she did it, "I think I might be able to arrange something like that." Instantly, I felt my eyes widen and cock start to harden. She must have seen my reaction, because her smile grew wider. I didn't know what to say, since she knew I was married. All I could say was, "Well since you're the one who needs something, it should be you who proposes the deal."
"Well... I'll take my shirt off for you if you go get me something to dry off with. Don't worry, it's not like we're even doing anything."
"Where will you take it off for me at? What if someone comes in?" I asked. I was nervous; I could get in serious trouble for this.
"I guess you'd better hurry, then." With that, I decided to do it. The thought of seeing Trista strip her shirt for me was too good to pass up. It's not like I'd be doing anything, just doing her a favor and sticking around for a second to make sure she gets all dry.
I walked briskly there and back, retrieving a roll of towels. I quickly came back in the break room, then panicked when she wasn't where I left her. Suddenly the door shut behind me and she emerged from behind where the door had been open.
"Sorry, I didn't want to just be standing in the open if someone were to come in," she smiling, knowing the anxiety I had at the moment. "Thank you very much Greg. Now you can have your reward." Trista turned around and I watched from behind as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Once she finished she slowly pulled it down, exposing her near bare back to me. Turning her head around first, she slowly turned around to face me.
