Waiting for the lift, I looked at my colleague Vivian, the sparkle in her eyes told me that she enjoyed the underwater play in her pool and was probably as aroused as I was. Every now and then she had to stifle a giggle and was breathless from trying not to giggle like a dizzy schoolgirl.
I was wrapped only in a towel she has lent me, my hardon in my trunks not having subsided at all. That would have been very unsighly if seen by her neighbours. She was in a white string bikini that left little to the imagination, but now wrapped inside her white bathrobe. The cleavage was slightly open, she had not really bothered to tie it on properly. Her very fair-skinned 34D breasts were showing, porcelain white, almost as white as her bathrobe. We somehow made it back to her apartment without me tearing her bathrobe off and raping her along the way. She told me to wash up first and we can watch our DVD later. I had brought along a DVD of a blockbuster as an excuse for me to stay on. In the privacy of her condo, we might be able to bring this to the next level.
I unwrapped my towel and followed her to her room. While she was walking in front of me, I took the opportunity to adjust my trunks. Pulling it a little lower, the tip of my erection shower above the waistband. That made it even more uncomfortable as the waistband was now pressing directly on the most sensitive part of my penis, but I know she will like what she see. She stepped into the bedroom toilet and got ready to close the door behind her. I asked her not to close the door, that I wanted to see her shower. She bit her lower lip, pondering her decision and looked down, froze and widened her eyes, then quickly looked back up at me. I pretended not to have noticed that she saw and continued pleading with her. Ok, she said. I knew that would help.
She gave a naughty look and took her hand from the door. The water fell on her breasts, she rubbed them monetarily and turned off the water. Taking her shower foam, she poured some on her palm and rubbed it to a lather which she started putting on her neck, shoulders, then her breasts. She knew that the main attraction was her breasts and she did not bother with the rest of her body. Seeing all that foam on her breasts was like a wet dream come true, except that she was still wearing her bikini.
“Hey you need to remove that, otherwise how to wash? You don’t want chlorine to still be all over your bikini line do you? Not good for the skin.” I suggested.
“Turn around.” She instructed me.
I turned sideways and she turned the other way so that she had her back to me again. I took the opportunity to release more of my hardon so that the pressure was not on my sensitive tip but lower down. What a relief, the pressure was killing me! Fortunately I had adjusted, because the sight of her untying the knot at the back of her neck was so erotic my erection started throbbing. She then turned back slowly to look at me, one arm across her breasts to hold the cups in place, the other still holding onto the strings. She looked into my lust-filled eyes for a monent and broke into another schoolgirlish giggle, dropping the string and covering her mouth. She shifted her gaze to my little brother instead, standing proud and eager, looking back at her with its peehole like an eye. She managed to uncover her mouth and use that free hand to pull on the string across her back. Again, my cock throbbed as the strings slid down her smooth back, like a present being unwrapped and the contents soon to be seen.
She turned on the shower, the spray landing on her breasts again. She winced and turned it down, adjusting the thermostat so that it was not so hot. The water must have been heated up while she was doing her striptease. Testing and adjusting the water with one hand, she soon got tired of holding up her forearm at chest level. She tried to change hand, putting her free hand across her breasts and freeing up the other. Her cups shifted a little and I could almost see the brown patch at her nipple! She covered up properly, making the most of her slender forearm to cover her big tits, then tugged at the bikini top. It slid down a little, then dropped to the floor. What a turn-on! Now she’s totally bare on top!
There was now a trace of fear and doubt on her face. The sight of my animalistic lust written all over my face must have scared her. I tried to compose myself, controlling the fire that was now raging through my body. I looked away for a while and tried to control my ragged breathing. I looked down and saw that my peehole was now leaking clear precum. I tried to wipe it off with one finger and to wipe it on my trunks. I cleared my throat. When I looked at her again, fascination has replaced that fear.
“Go on, wash yourself.” I told her. “Don’t mind me, I just want to watch.”
She started rubbing her tits again, washing away the foam under the shower. The sight of her palming her own melons, seeing them change shape as she press on them, her skin glistening with the wetness, it was a beautiful sight. She washed first the nipple under her palm, then passing her free hand under the covering forearm to wash her other nipple. The foam now all washed away, she covered one breast with her free hand and shifted the other hand onto the other. Now she was cupping one D cup in each of her tiny palms, leaving lots of succulent flesh still uncovered.
Was she finally going to show me her nipples?
“Ok, show’s over! Go wash up in the other toilet!” She announced.
She tried to close the door with one elbow, but it was awkward to be holding onto your breast with one hand and flapping the elbow of the same arm to push on the door! She use her foot to push it shut instead. I didn’t want to push her yet, so I walked away disappointed to wash up alone in the other toilet. I did not rub myself any more than is necessary, wanting to save my cum for her. I need to keep my erection stiff to motivate her. She must have been cock-hungry for months!
I wore back my clothes and went back to her room to wait for her. The toilet door opened and she stepped out with her towel wrapped around her. Tucked into her breasts at one end, the towel barely stretch far enough to cover her pubic area. She had to press it down to keep from letting me see her pubic hair. The embarrassed look on her face was priceless as she walked past me to reach her wardrobe. I could see the bottom of her buttcheeks exposed. She squatted down at her wardrobe to deprive me of my view and took out a pink panty and a yellow tee. No bra, no shorts, a good sign that more good things were to follow. She slipped the tee over her neck and shoulders and pulled down the towel, then stretched the tee over her breasts. Standing up and tying the towel around her waist, she stepped into the panty and pulled it up, dropping the towel at the last moment and I caught a look at her bare butt just before she pulled her panty all the way up.
“You ah! Cannot even let a girl have some privacy to dress!” She scolded me.
Now facing me, I looked down and could not see the blackness behind her pink panty. Did she shave? Her nipples were prominent on the yellow tee. One of those stretchy mini tees by Giordano or some other cheap brand, I think. The shape of her nipples were almost as clear as if she was topless.
“Do you usually dress like this when alone at home?” I could not help asking.
“I usually wear an old school tee, the material is not usually so thin. It’s so utterly obscene now! You lah! I just anyhow grab something to wear.”
Just then the doorbell.
“Oh no I forgot the tenant is coming today!” She exclaimed.
“What tenant?”
“This condo so expensive I one person how to rent all by myself? I used to share with someone but she moved out last month and I need someone else to share with me. Another girl is coming today to take a look but I totally forgot. Oh no oh no. You have to leave now.”
“Now? Can’t I stay and wait until she has finished looking?” I really did not want to leave when we are making so much progress! I am so close to cupping her breasts with my own 2 hands!
“No I don’t want you scaring her away. Go now, I contact you this afternoon.”
But this afternoon I need to work on something. Had to finish it before Monday, so I will have to continue another day. She slipped on her bra and shorts before opening the door, to be sure she also does not scare the girl away. Quite a sweet looking B cupper was at the door. Though nowhere near as big as Vivian, she does look quite pretty. Well I hope she decide to take share the apartment.
Instead of taking the lift, I went to the staircase where the security camera could not see me. I had to cum before I can drive home safely. With the image of her cupping her breasts in the shower still fresh in my mind, I released my load very quickly. I shot it all over the stair landing. It feels good to know that the semen is so near her apartment, only a wall away from her.
The best thing about having her as a colleague is that I can get to see her again during the workweek. I can hardly wait.
Monday afternoon. Taking a break from my work, I recalled my chio and busty colleague Vivian’s striptease in her shower yesterday, untying her bikini top and dropping it with one arm draped across her 34D tits. The memories of that scene was enough to bring my little brother back to life. Vivian is just a few doors away from my office. What is a fling with a colleague like without a tryst during office hours?
I sent her a SMS. “Busy?”
“No. Alone in office. Colleagues all out. What’s up?”
Instead of replying, I walked over to the marketing department where she works and surprised her.
“Hey! How come you come over suddenly?” She asked.
“Spot check! See if you are working or surfing net.”
“Of course surf net lah. Told you all my colleagues are not around, all either seeing customer or goofing off somewhere. I about to pack up and go home also. You leh? Always so busy wan, how come can come over today?”
“Spot check! See if you are wearing a bra today.” I teased her.
“Crazy! Come to work of course got wear! Why, yesterday haven’t seen enough ah?” She drew her jacket around her protectively.
“Where got enough? Your tenant suddenly show up… Want to go for coffee break? You can tell me how it went.”
She looked at her watch. “Ok, I will go home after coffee. Let me pack up first.”
“Have you ever come to work braless before?” I chatted with her as she packed.
“No lah. That will be so noticeable, isn’t it? I do that only at home.”
“Want to give it a try now? There’s nobody around, and you have your jacket to cover yourself.”
She looked at me and pursed her lips. “You know, that is the craziest thing I have ever heard. But its kinky… I suppose you want me to remove it here?”
I had expected her to go to the ladies to do it, but if she volunteers to strip here right in her own cubicle, why should I say no? I nodded.
“You horny boy. You are buying me coffee later.”
Not a problem, coffee is a small price to pay for another performance. She removed her jacket, she was wearing a purple sleeveless top with a high neck line, no cleavage showing. The material of the top tended to fit the body contours but it was not very tight and I could just vaguely make out the edges of her bra cups underneath. Without the bra, her nipples still will not be too visible.
She reached behind to unfasten her bra strap, her breasts pushed forward tantalizingly. She slipped one black strap over her shoulder and out of the side of her top, pulled it down her arm and stretched it past her elbow. She withdrew her hand from the loop and the bra strap sprang back in partially. She stuffed the rest of it back into her top. I tugged my pants to adjust my growing erection. The bra was now hanging from one shoulder under her top, seemingly still in place cupping one breast but not quite covering the other.
Just then we heard someone walking into the office and she quickly pulled her jacket on. One of her colleagues had come back and we had narrowly missed being caught in action! I find that this kind of near-miss encounter is what adds to the thrill of an office tryst, but the tension on her face was apparent. I think she is much more nervous than me about getting caught. She recovered quickly and made small talk with him, telling him we were just on our way for coffee break. Her jacket covered very well and the colleague did not seem to find anything out of place, fortunately. We did not pass by the washroom along the way to the lift and there was no suitable place for her to either finish removing it or to wear it back properly. She mumbled that she hope the lift will be empty as it feels strange to be wearing it like this. I also hope the lift will be empty.
The lift was empty, to our relief. She starting slapping my shoulder the moment the door closed, stopping only to remove her jacket. She scolded me for almost getting her into trouble. I did not mind as her slapping sent her breasts quivering and her bra slid even lower. Laughing, I placed my hand on the shoulder where the bra was hanging from and reached into her top. I tried to slip it down her arm and pull it out from her top but the cup got jammed under her armpit when I pulled on the strap. I tugged again but it was still stuck, the hole in the side of her top was not so big that a D cup could come out easily. Now we will really be in trouble if the door opens suddenly! She slapped my shoulder again and called me an idiot. I don’t blame her, this is really a bit too risky. She raised her arm and bent her body forward so that her top was not clinging so tightly to her body, and pulled the 2 cups out through the hole. Quickly folding it, she stuffed the bra into my hands so she could unzip her bag. I could still feel the warmth of her body on the fabric. I held it up to my nose to sniff her womanly scent but she quickly snatched it out of my hand before I could smell anything. The door opened just as she finished stuffing the bra into her bag. She made it just in time. I did not even get a chance to grope her.
Walking out of the lift as normally as we could, she put on her jacket again to hide the pendulous motions of her breasts.
“Today not maximiser?” I asked her. The cup was black and lacey, not as rigid as those I had seen hanging at her apartment.
She shot me a scathing look before replying. “Today not showing cleavage, no need to maximise.”
“Don’t get angry lah, like this then exciting right?”
“Yah, exciting. Why don’t you try taking off your underwear in the lift and then wear back your pants before the door open? And don’t wear your underwear and let other people see the bulge in your pants, see if you find it dangerous?”
“Next time, I promise you. Now I need my coffee break because I still have things to finish up. Flying off tomorrow.”
As we sipped coffee, I informed her that my boss has decided to send me on a working trip to help our overseas colleagues for a few days. It was a a last minute decision and I will be taking the morning flight tomorrow. She offered to send me off at the airport. I was of course delighted.
We then chatted about her tenant, a chinagirl who will likely share the apartment with her. I teased her about not having her freedom to be so “free and easy” anymore when her co-tenant moves in with her. I will be disappointed if she cannot be braless when I visit her in future, though I did not say so explicitly. She told me of how her previous co-tenant did not really mind her lounging around the house in just her tee-shirt and panties, and she hope this new co-tenant will not be bothered also.
“Did you ever catch her ogling at you?” I asked, referring to the previous co-tenant.
“A few times,” she said, “but she was pretty cool about it and never bothered me. Except for that one time when I walked out of my room wearing only a panty, no tee. She was also in the kitchen and she told me to at least wear a bra or a tee.”
“Are you often topless at home?” I asked excitedly.
“Sometimes. It’s much more comfortable not wearing anything. I don’t always switch on the air-con when the weather is cool. The next block is so far away and I draw my curtain when I do that, so it should be ok.”
“Are you going to go home like this later? Taking the train?” I asked her.
Vivian thought about it for a while and murmured, “I can’t do that today. The coffee is making my nipples hard and sensitive, I need to wear back my bra.”
“Coffee does that to you? I kind of noticed that you were hard yesterday, but I thought it was just that air-con.”
“No, it was the coffee. I am quite sensitive to coffee. It makes me more aroused.” She looked down as she said it, embarrassed to be sharing this secret with me.
A chio and slender girl with 34D breasts like this office colleague of mine need to be more careful when they decide to go braless. One of my fantasies in my younger days involved getting close to a busty and braless girl on the crowded train during rush hour and feeling her hard nipples poking me through her office clothes. Ever since I bought a car, I stopped taking public transport and had to forego any such opportunities. Here is a girl willing to try something kinky and fulfill my fantasy, but why share her with some other lucky guy when I can have her all to myself? It will be an ever bigger turn-on for me if I get to squeeze with Vivian one day, this girl who knows how to use her assets.
“Show me your nipples.” I said after a pause.
She hesitated, looked out of the corners of her eyes to see if there was anybody she knew around, then pulled the side of her jacket away. She disguised it as a casual gesture, pulling it just a little such that the opening was a bit wider, enough that it was not covering her nipple. I was right about the material of the top not clinging to her nipple too much. It was too thick to really show its shape and all I could see was just a little bump on the curve of her breast.
“I like it, thanks. That will be something to bring with me for the next few days. Now I need to finish up some work before I fly off tomorrow morning”
I went back to office to work. It was a pity I did not even get to grope her braless tits. It takes time to work her into the mood and I did not have the time to work her up today. We are definitely getting much closer already. It was like playing truth or dare, gradually pushing her towards sex, but not too fast or she will be scared off. The trick is to let her enjoy the thrill and to be willing to take the next step.
The next morning we met at the airport to have breakfast before I flew off. I noticed that she ordered coffee again, but she did not drink too much. She was in a black skirt suit with the top button undone, showing some cleavage. Her usual style. We took a slow walk to the departure gate, chatting about all sorts of things, not just her cup size. We are really getting along very well now, and I think it is going to be easier for me to get even closer to her now. We walked a bit further to a relatively quiet corner to say our goodbyes just before I was due to go in. I told her that I will miss her when I’m overseas. I think I was not lying.
Looking at me and blushing, she told me she has a present for me. Looking around to be sure that nobody is looking, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. I was really surprised by this move. So surprised that she had already shrugged it off and dropped it down the inside of her blouse before I realised what was happening. It dropped into her hand and she folded it up, a flesh coloured strapless bra, pressing into my hand.
“Something to remind you of me when I’m not around,” She tiptoed and breathed into my ear. “Keep it safely and don’t lose it.”
A present from her? Still warm from her breasts too! I held it up to my nose to sniff, but she slapped my shoulder. “Smell later lah! You need to go in now, better keep it first.”
I stuffed the bra into the pockets of my pants as she hugged me. It was a very brief hug, but I could feel her hard nipples poking into my chest. It was also enough for her to feel my hardon poking into the lower end of her torso.
“Take care and have a good trip!” She then walked off before I could do anything, her jacket pulled around her to hide the bouncing motions of her breasts.
She did ask me to smell it later. She knows what I will do with her bra. She is ok with letting me satisfy myself with her underwear when she is not with me. What a nice girl. The more I know her, the more I like her. It will not be long before I get to see her in the see-thru g-string set I bought for her on Saturday, and it will not be long before I get to run my cock between her breasts.
I sent her a SMS to thank her before the plane took off. Once the plane was done with the take off and the seat belt lights were off, I made my way to the tiny toilet and locked myself in. Finally having the chance to sniff the scent at her breasts, I inhaled deeply. Her womanly smell was already mostly gone by now, but I got to rub my thumbs over the spot where her nipples had been. I unzipped my pants and rubbed it all over myself, telling myself that I will soon be feeling the smooth skin of her breasts rubbing on my penis. It feels wonderful, and I shot my load down the toilet bowl.
It was a short trip, but I did miss her. The bra was useful in many ways. At first it was wonderfully erotic, very intimate, because it was fresh from having wrapped around her breasts. That was novel, and even after it wore off, it still reminded me that she had planned all these. She was not wearing a tube or some other kind of top that bared her shoulder and she did not need to wear a strapless bra. In fact, it is not often that I see her wearing strapless bras as she likes the support that shoulder straps lend to her massive boobs. She had deliberately chosen to wear a strapless that morning so that it will be easier for her to drop it in front of me, with her blouse on. She had plotted to give me a show and to let me keep it so I can continue to lust after her breasts. That really turned me on. I can hardly wait for my work to be done so that I can fly home and grab her tits.
This girl with the devilish body, face of an angel, sometimes vulnerable and shy as a schoolgirl with her first lover, and sometimes so confident of her womanly charms and uses them so effectively. I miss the way she is so enthralled by the sight, or is it the size, of my erection. Surely she is not still a virgin, a foxy girl like her? I miss her openness, the way she blushes when she reveals secrets that she should be sharing only with her boyfriend. She sounded quite touched when I called her up at night to chat. Good for her, but there was only her bra to console me after we hung up, and it was not at all adequate. I needed her tits.
I spent what free time I had recalling memories of her mammaries swinging freely under her tee, pressing into my arm as we surfed the net together. I missed her loud laughter and the way her boobs shake when she is laughing hard. Then my 3-day trip ended and I flew back to her waiting arms.
Bro, great story there. But since you said you didn’t write the story yourself, I assume you have the whole thing? Copy and paste faster leh. Don’t be a cock tease lah!
Is really a very gd story hope the other parts will come faster. And have up ur point. Thanks for the story.
Vivian was at a function when I got back on Thursday night. She could not meet me, and I missed her. I drove to her condo the next morning to give her a ride to office.
“Hi, I missed you.” It was all I said to her when she got into my car and sat beside me. It was all it took for her to reach over to kiss me, and for me to kiss back, and my hands to reach for her body, for her to wrap her arms around me and hug me to her. My hands found her boobs and starting squeezing the stiff bra that encased her 34D breasts. One hand reached behind her and pulled her to me to reciprocate her hug, the other fondling her tit through her blouse, feeling the softness above her bra, then creeping its way into the open neckline. No sooner had I inserted my fingers into the valley between her 2 mounds did she pull away from me, telling me that she had to attend a meeting with her boss first thing in the morning and can I rush her to work. Damn! I was just about to squeeze her maximised cleavage!
“You horny boy! Putting your hands all over me the moment you see me! But I missed you too. Sorry, can you drive faster?” She was apologetic about telling me to hurry up. She even took my hand from the gearshift and placed it on her breast after we drove out of her condominium. She should have asked whether I could drive with one hand. It can be dangerous when the other hand is busy undoing a button on her blouse, the seat belt between her breasts obstructing the way. She was in a skirt suit, top button already open as usual, showing a bit of her bountiful cleavage. I wanted to open 2 more so that I could have more access, but all that gear changing was interfering with my unbuttoning. I should have bought an auto car!
“Hey give me a hand will you?” I asked.
“Here’s my hand,” she replied and held up her hand in front of me. “What do you want me to do with it? How about this?” She lowered her hand onto my groin and started stroking my cock through my pants.
I can hardly argue with that. Fortunately, we soon reached a traffic junction and I had to stop the car. With both hands now free, I finally got those 2 buttons opened. Another car rolled up beside us and she pushed my hand away.
We chatted to fill the time, I told her about the trip and she filled me in on the function she had to attend last night, which was in my opinion totally pointless. I thought the time would have been better spent in her apartment, with me beside her, but I did not tell her so. We continued chatting until we reached the expressway and I had a free hand to play with her breasts. I did not have an easy time trying to open her up any further as I had to keep my eyes on the road as well and trying not to be too distracted by her soft touch on my brother.
The trip was not long enough to make much progress and we had to stop at a traffic light soon after leaving the expressway. I had only managed to pull her seat belt one side so that it was not between her boobs and blocking me. My hand was at an awkward angle and my attempts to pry her cups open were unsuccessful. She filled those cups very fully and I could not easily expose her nipples. Another car rolled up beside us and her hand went to her open blouse to hold it shut, in case the driver from the other car looked in and saw her open display. It was frustrating to be encountering so many obstacles.
“Where’s my bra?” She asked, slightly breathless.
“At home, you didn’t say you want it back so I did not bring it with me.”
“Hey I want it back, I need to wear bras to work you know.”
The lights changed and we pulled away from the other cars. I pulled her hand away from her cleavage and attacked it again. It felt wonderful to be rubbing the smooth skin and feeling her breasts vibrate, shaking as my car picked up speed. Her other hand returned to my groin and continued its massage. Oh, that feels so good when she rubs the tip.
“Yeah, I know.” I grunted, my voice caught in my throat from her stimulations. “Do you go out braless when you are not at work?” I asked her, thinking that the weekend is coming and I would want another romp with her.
“Of course not! It’s too obvious, people keep staring, so embarrassing!”
My fingers reached in between her mountains again and slid in and out of that valley, enjoying the tightness that only a push-up bra can give. I was fucking her tits, with my fingers. A soft sigh escaped her lips. I bet she wants my cock between her breasts as much as I do!
“But you tried it before?”
“Once only. I quickly go and put it on again. I was still F-cup then.”
Seeing that we are very near the office block now, she started buttoning up her blouse. Damnit. F-cup. No wonder people stared. I pulled my fingers out from between her breasts reluctantly.
“Want to do something tomorrow? It’s Saturday.” I asked her. I would want her to go out braless again, now that her cup size is a bit less. I will think of something kinky I want her to do.
“Saturday is ok, Sunday cannot. The tenant is moving in on Sunday and I need to spend some time at home making sure everything is ok.”
“You will need to wear a bra, don’t distract all the workers who will be moving her things in. Wait their blood all rush there, no strength to carry things.”
She giggled. “Of course I know that! You better return that bra to me soon. It’s still very new you know.”
“Didn’t I just buy you a bra last weekend?”
“Please! That is so see-through! Wear already still can see nipple marks, how to wear to work? Wear and go out also too obscene. Even my old bras give more support so I don’t attract so much attention when I’m walking.” She shook her shoulders to illustrate the kind of attention she gets when she’s braless. “Your that one can only wear at home, and you know I don’t wear when at home.”
I thanked her again for having lent her bra to keep me company, and promised to return it. She smirked and told me to wash it before returning it to her. Why, I thought she was hungry for my semen? We have definitely crossed another barrier and I can expect more action after our date. I know she is mine now. We parked the car and I groped her one last time before she got out of my car. I love to grab breasts from behind. She told me she has to rush for meeting but promised to meet me in the afternoon for a while. I would go to her house and seduce her tonight, but she has something on tonight and so I would not be able to meet her again until Saturday.
Tomorrow will be the last day that we can be alone in her condo before her co-tenant moves in on Sunday and I will have to make it count. Needless to say, I could hardly concentrate on work the whole day. I caught myself closing my hands around thin air, making grabbing motions.
After a few gropes of my chio colleague Vivian’s 34Ds in the morning, I discovered that she’s letting me have another go at her in the evening. Am I free to send her home to get changed? Of course I can make time for that!
The truth is that I have tons of work to clear after I’m back in office, but I will come back on Sunday to finish up. Vivian will be at home overseeing her co-tenant’s housemoving on Sunday and I will have that day free anyway. How can I miss a chance to send her home? She is already not too happy that I was busy in the afternoon and could not meet her as promised. Damnit, she’s starting to behave like a girlfriend already, isn’t she? Too early to know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
She has a change of plans and need to rush home to get changed, can I give her a lift? Sure, what’s the hurry? Tell me later? Whatever. We met at the multi-storey carpark where I parked my car and found her already there waiting for me.
“Hey what’s the rush? And how come must change your clothes?” I asked her as we strode to the car.
“Aiya I supposed to go for a school reunion tonight, but suddenly my colleagues all going for a wake and I have to follow also. Look at what I’m wearing, like this how to go for a wake?”
She was in her brown skirt suit with a white blouse. Looks ok to me. Wait, she is wearing a red bra inside, and the red can be seen through her white blouse. I laughed.
“Don’t laugh ok! I kena suan already and you still make me angry!” She fumed and pinched my arm.
“What? Who suan you? Your colleague ah?”
“Yah! That stupid woman, say I disrespectful to the dead if I wear red! I meeting my friends, how I know suddenly another colleague’s dunno who pass away and all of us have to go for the wake. If I know I today wear a black bra already!”
“Don’t angry lah, she must be jealous of your assets. Otherwise why she look at your bra?”
“Yah lor. She always poke fun at me for being so big.”
“So now we going home so you can change to black bra ah? Might as well just take out the red one and don’t wear, save the trouble no need go home first.”
“Wei! Don’t anyhow say things ok! Now is seventh month, I better be careful when I go funeral, cannot anyhow don’t wear bra. Wait end up attract something unclean then I got problem!”
We got into my car and drove off, traffic is heavy at this time and we might be delayed. I could not help admiring the shape of her breasts with the seat belt between them. My hand roamed over to her chest when we came to a stop. After a few squeezed of her breasts through the hard cups of her pushup bra, I tried to open up her blouse but she won’t let me. Too many cars around, all crawling like tortises. Maybe I will have better luck with another approach.
“Why not next time leave a few bras in my car, anytime want to change colour can change?” I suggested.
“Yah! You remind me, still owe me one brown bra, if you bring it today I no need rush home liao!”
“Since need to be so rush, why not you remove your bra now, later go home will be faster.”
She stared at me skeptically. “Now? In your car?”
“Why not? You don’t need to unbutton, just slide down the straps and pull it out, like last time in the lift, who can see?”
The whole idea is that she does not like to be unbuttoned because someone from outside might look in and see her bare skin. If she is bare underneath, it is less obvious, and I can still have my fun.
She punched me on my arm for reminding her about how she nearly did not make it in time when she stripped in the lift. She looked around to check that no cars are near enough that she can see the people inside. She reached behind to unfasten her bra. The seat belt got in the way and she released it. Bending down, she tried to keep her body low as she slid the bra straps down along her arms.
“Shit. It’s stuck. I cannot pull it out lah, the sleeves too tight!” She complained.
Looks like the reason why she could slide the bra out so easily before my trip was because she was wearing a sleeveless top that day. The sleeves of the office blouse she is wearing today had close-fitting sleeves that D cups cannot possibly fit through. She had difficulty getting even the straps through. Now she has both straps halfway down her upper arms and the cups down below her breasts, her nipples making nice bumps on her blouse. I could see the dark summit of her twin mountains under her white blouse, like a cloud masking some feature on the ground.
I stopped her when she tried to pull the bra back on. I had to play with those unsupported breasts and squeeze her nipples! Putting my hand on that papaya, I squeezed it gently and lifted it, feeling its weight. I nearly collided with the car in front of me. I tried to pay attention to the road while weighing her breast with my hand. I had always wanted to feel how heavy they are! They moved more freely than when she was in her white bikini and I was putting sunblock on her. She was nonchalant about my groping and started stroking my cock through my pants.
“What are we going to do tomorrow?” She asked idly.
Talk about stress and thinking under pressure! But I have everything planned out already and I suggested that we go out for a while during the day, then buy dinner home and watch that DVD we had wanted to the previous weekend. We made plans to go rollerblading at East Coast Park tomorrow. The two of us love to exercise and usually go swimming and workout in the gym. We wanted to try something else, and the list of fun things to try included blading, canoeing, treking through a forest and rock-climbing. I don’t know how she is going to climb with those melons of hers, she might have difficulty holding onto the rock in front of her, though of course I did not say that. These sports should all be more fun with her around. I must try to convince her to do some of these without a bra. These are low-impact sports that she can safely do without a bra, not like basketball or jogging which could strain her breasts. See how concerned I am for her!
Her blouse was starting to get crumpled at the chest because of my squeezing. Ok, try to be gentle with her, don’t frighten her off, I reminded myself. I stroked and pinched her nipples gently through her blouse. This is the first time she is letting me play with her nipples! The last time I came into contact with them was when she pressed them into my chest at the airport, and before that she did not even let me touch them under her bikini. And now I am squeezing them through the thin material of her office blouse! I continued to flick and pinch her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, taking turns to play with them. I could feel her nipples getting longer and harder.
She pressed her shoulders into the backrest, her hands gripping the seat beside her bum. She was no longer as cool and unconcerned about my attack on her 3-4-Delta-left and 3-4-Delta-right. She stared blankly ahead, her lips now partially opened. I’m hearing soft moans! My chio and busty colleague moaning from my touch! My cock throbbed. She squirmed on her seat.
Bro, your story is getting more and more enthralling by the page…keep it up, we’re waiting…thanks