I had always fancied Louise, the almost stereotypical blonde secretary at the stationary supply firm where I had worked as a junior sales executive for just under four months. Tall, very tall in fact , perhaps 5’10”, with a great curvy body, long legs , her blonde hair setting off her great fresh face and ready smile.

Louise was what many would call “one of the lads”, she joined in the banter in the lively sales office giving as good as she got in terms of teasing, risqué jokes and lively banter. Often she would work late if members of the sales team needed urgent quotes or schedules for the next days meetings, ending up in the local pub for a few laughs and a quick beer before departing. On those occasions I had never heard her mention a boyfriend or husband, but at the same time never seen any of the guys make a serious pass at her or indeed her at them. So that was the situation when early one evening when most of the other staff had left, she was putting the finishing touch to a proposal for me. All that day I had been gently fascinated by the sight of her great cleavage, her boobs, nestling in the half cup bra clearly visible from her more busty that usual blouse. Earlier as I had stood beside her while she sitting was at her workstation I had a great view downwards, but knew that I was far too subtle in my surreptitious glances for her to ever notice. As she finished off the work she approached my desk, which with me sitting with my back to a wall, meant she approached from the front ad placed the document in front of me as she leant over to ask me about a particularly ineligible piece of my handwriting. I made a mental note to myself to be messier in the future as in front of me her boobs hung down, filling her bra but all but completely displayed in front of me through, and what a site, firm, full, fresh and probably a little larger than I had realised before. “Wow !” I remember thinking, feeling the stirrings in my designer suite trousers. Perhaps my glance was a little longer than normal, perhaps there was an expression on my face, but as our eyes locked and a strange, almost forced smile crossed her lips.

“Are you sure you can see enough ?” she said firmly. The momentary, almost electric, shock sent my thinking into overdrive, instantly I decided to make light of my indiscrete staring I smiled and replied “well not really actually, can you lean down a little more perhaps”. Louise lowered herself a little, her back arching upwards, show really emphasising he assets, I looked , her breasts looking lovely in their black lacy bra.

“is that better” she said , “better, much better I replied “ relieved that her demeanour appeared more playful than annoyed and that my light hearted response had diffused the situation. . Then suddenly without warning she quickly and smoothly unbuttoned two or three buttons and exposing her bra fully, and leaning with her elbows on the table, leaving me to look straight on at the spectacular sight right in front of my face. Her bra was lacy, black and very low cut and her breasts were wonderful full and fresh looking and I was sure I could see her nipple pressing through the front of her bra . As I looked on I could feel the gentle warm swelling in my trousers as my manhood stared to fill and slowly unfold itself. I smiled and nodded approvingly. She looked at me “now that you have seen what to have wanted to see, I trust you will keep your eyes on your work in future” . I looked from her eyes to her bust and back again, several times I imagine and then said cheekily “ well, if I could see the ends, the mystery would be gone and then sure I could agree to keep my eyes on other things” Still with her elbows on the table, her hands on her cheeks and her bust on display in front of me she smiled “Do you promise?” I nodded as I spoke “oh yes, it’s the same principle as the package under the Christmas tree..