Wednesday, 4am
It had been a long, hard night in the warehouse, with lots more orders than usual to pick and pack. To make it worse, the air conditioning kept failing and it was hot as hell. She needed to do her laundry soon, as she was running low on clean lingerie and had to resort to a cheap polyester bra today which itched and irritated her sensitive nipples. She still had two hours left of her shift and she couldn't bear it any more, so despite her white shirt, through which anyone paying attention would clearly be able to see her hard and rosy buds, she took a quick detour around a quiet corner and unhooked the annoying bra, removing it from under her shirt and stuffing it into her skirt pocket. Oh, that felt so much better, she took a quick look around and she was out of sight so she leant against a shelf and took her small, high breasts in hand, massaging and rubbing them, as she liked to do after freeing them from the constraint of the bra. She sighed, happily. This was the most comfortable she'd felt all night.
Suddenly, she stilled, she could swear she had heard a small noise from nearby. Looking up, she saw that there was a gap in the boxes on the shelf opposite, second one up, right on a level with her chest. She crouched down, peering through, and made swift contact with pair of wide, ocean blue eyes. Then she heard a low, softly mumbled "sorry" and the beautiful eyes vanished. Someone had clearly seen her moment of tit emancipation. Briefly, she experienced a small panic. Then she realised that the very thought of having been seen didn't freak her out as much as it maybe should have. Actually, she felt a tiny thrill of excitement at the idea, and her pussy moistened and pulsed with happiness. She got up and continued her work, but the cogs in her brain were turning, as she thought out the possibilities. Tonight's shift might not be as tedious as she'd anticipated, if Ocean Blue was working too. She made a plan.
Wedneday 9pm
She was standing in front of her locker, experiencing an indecisive moment. This morning's little fantasy had morphed into reality, and she was having second thoughts. She'd done her laundry today, so she had plenty of clean clothes, but still she'd decided on the outfit she was wearing now. She'd tied her black hair up in small pigtail buns, with dyed electric blue tendrils curling down at the front. She applied her makeup more carefully than usual, with natural soft, slightly glossy pink lips, and a touch of smudged black kohl around her eyes. She'd needed a bit of confidence, so she'd put on her big black biker boots, which always made her feel a bit more kickass than usual. Her skirt was a tiny bit shorter than the ones she usually wore to work, with over knees black socks, so that if she were to bend from the waist, or reach up to a high shelf, anyone behind her might catch a glimpse of strips of bare, peachy thighs. She had a favourite baby blue T-shirt with Wonder Woman on the front, which was worn with age and through which her tight, rosebud nipples could be seen, if you looked closely. She was hoping that Ocean Blue might do just that. She glanced around, and quickly pinched them, stiffening them up nicely. Tonight was going to be fun.
Wednesday 3am
A quiet night, tonight. Some of the pickers had been sent home, as there was only enough work coming in for half the usual shift. She could only hope that OB hadn't been one of them. She'd surreptitiously stolen glimpses of her coworkers eyes whenever she could, and there were two guys left who had managed to avoid her inspection thus far. One was about 10 years her senior, tall and rangy with floppy blond hair and the look of a surfer dude. He seemed nice enough, mainly keeping to himself and reading on his phone when on a break, probably planning his next trip. It could be him. The other prospect was a younger man, maybe college age, so about 5 years younger than her 24. He looked shy and quiet, avoided eye contact whenever possible and spent his breaks with his earbuds in, reading New Scientist magazine. She wasn't sure how she felt about him being her witness, but he was pretty attractive in a Peter Parker sort of way.
She turned a corner with her cart, looking for the location number displayed on her screen. This was a rarely visited part of the warehouse, as most of the items here were specialist products with longer shelf lives. As she searched, she realised Peter Parker was in the same aisle, looking for something of his own. "Fancy seeing you here!"
He turned, looking down, and mumbled "Yeah, funny!" before grabbing his cart and starting to walk past her towards the end of the aisle.
"Hey, did I see you last night, too?" He stopped. He finally looked up, and she saw that his eyes were indeed a deep, vivid shade of blue. Just like the ones she'd seen through the gap. "I'm really sorry I didn't mean to see that I'm sorry..." he said quickly, clearly mortified to have witnessed a private moment.
"It's OK, I didn't mind, actually. I've been looking for you all shift so I could ask you, did you like what you saw?"
She couldn't believe she was being this forward. She'd never done anything like this before, and she felt decidedly wanton. She liked the feeling. He paused, those fathomless, dark-lashed eyes widening slightly.
"Erm... OK..." she checked around them, they were alone.
"Do you think you might want to see more?"
