Back To Work

The sound of her radio is all I can hear over the soft hum of the vehicle speeding across the road, her breast bobbing up and down as she goes over bumps, straining against their prison and myself. The soft drumbeat of her heart can be felt through her chest as it speeds up and slows down in response to the road. Suddenly coming to a stop, I feel her get out and grab her groceries as she bends over at the waist, the full weight of her robust breast crushing my tiny soul. Just as suddenly as she bent over, she stands back up, hugging the bags against her chest as she hurriedly walks into the building. Her voice is soft but booming to my ears as she talks to people she knows till she arrives at her office, dropping the bags onto her desk and sitting down with a sigh. She gets to work putting up her snack into cubbies and then sit back up, leaning back in her chair for a moment before sliding back to her computer, absent mindlessly starting on her work. The soft beat of her heart pulls me into meditation state until my world gets rocked, huge pressure coming from outside her blouse rubbing and pinching her tit and my small body. Her blouse gets ripped open and her dainty fingers reach in, grasping my small body. "Your to much of a distraction...", standing up and placing me on her chair before walking out of the room. The light is almost blinding, so I almost don't see her when she walks back in, the only warning is her footsteps carrying her across the room. I look up to see her turn around, hiking up her skirt a little so it doesn't bunch in odd places before letting her weight settle into the cushion, half of my body pinned by her as the other half gets a look up her body through her opened thighs.