Jennie was not short; she was tall for a girl and thin. Her breasts were full and rounded, however, and her ass was small and tight.
I always wanted to see Jennie's panties every day we were at work together. Every time she squatted down or bent over to pick up a box I tried to sneak a peak, but, so far, no such luck.
It was late on Friday and we were closing up together. We were leaving and I didn't notice how close she was standing to me as I was locking up and, absentmindedly, I reached for the lock and the palm of my hand landed square on Jennie's crotch.
"Oh jeez, I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed.
Jennie giggled, "Oh, don't be a prude," she said and touched herself through her pants.
I froze. Did that just happen? Oh man, are you kidding me? I thought to myself, and, trying to be as subtle as possible, I touched myself too.
"Matt," Jennie said, smiling, "you have no idea what you're doing, do you?" and she slowly unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt, right there in the parking lot, letting her cleavage hang out and reached out and gave my cock a squeeze.
"Oh, Jennie," I asked, "right here?"
She laughed, "No, silly, inside. God, I've been waiting so long for you to finally do something about me. I've been dropping hints everywhere."