I just mentioned about her, my supervisor, at the other thread, and I thought that I do have another story to tell about her here!!
Speaking of my supervisor, she often wears collared button-up shirts, and what’s interesting is how some of these shirts are designed. Some have a full set of buttons so you can fasten them all the way to the collar, while others skip the top few, leaving a V-shaped opening even when fully buttoned. That plunging neckline reveals a glimpse of her smooth, creamy chest, sometimes even a hint of delicate cleavage.
She’s the hands-on type, always diving into tasks herself. If the office kitchen sink is dirty, she’ll roll up her sleeves and scrub it clean. One time, the copy machine ran out of paper, and she took it upon herself to refill it. That day, she was wearing one of those low-cut shirts. She crouched beside the machine, fiddling with it, and I seized the chance to “check in” on her, partly to lend a hand and make a good impression, but mostly to steal a peek at the view.
I wasn’t disappointed. Her crouching position let the neckline of her shirt fall open under its own weight, and from my angle, I had a heart-pounding view of the tops of her round, pale boobs, with her cleavage nestled enticingly between them. The sight was fabulous, while she had no idea I was drinking it in, which only heightened the thrill of sneaking such an intimate glimpse.
I asked if she needed help, and she waved me off, saying it was no big deal. That didn’t deter me, of course. I kept up the act of wanting to assist, all while my eyes stayed glued to her stunning chest. Her bra was a conservative style, dark blue and plain, wrapping her boobs snugly. A touch of lace would’ve suited a woman her age perfectly, I thought. Unfortunately, her ample curves filled the bra so well that there was no chance of catching a glimpse of her nipples. Still, the illicit thrill of stealing that forbidden view had my pulse racing, and I had to walk back to my desk slightly hunched over to hide my excitement.
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