Just Getting To Work
I was working alone in a utility office one beautiful Sunday afternoon. There wasn't much going on, so I went outside for a little fresh air. There weren't any seats, so I just sat on the stoop. My replacement was to be a 27 YO Italian exercise nut who was friendly, but had a boyfriend and would never get involved in any discussions that were even a little risque. She always dressed nice - tight jeans and unrevealing shirt or sweater (it was always cold inside due to equipment requirements). Never saw a nipple bump or even cleavage before.
While I was sitting outside killing time she rolled up in her convertible. She put the top up and got out of the car. My jaw dropped - she was wearing a little white tube top with jutting nipples and a lot of cleavage on her braless B-cup tits. I could just see the outline of her dark aureolas (did I mention that she was Italian?). Almost as sexy was her washboard-flat tummy and cute innie belly button.
She dug a denim shirt out of the back seat and put it on, ending a very nice show. She walked up to me and said hi, with no indication that she had just put on a show.
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