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Charles chuckled to himself as he walked through the office. Everywhere, people were just going about their business as though nothing was amiss despite his outlandish behavior. He waved to a couple of guys from sales as they took turns smashing the vending machine with golf clubs. Business as usual, as though he hadn't just plowed a coworker in the hallway.

After a bit of wandering, Charles decided to pay the office manager a visit. He had harbored a secret crush on Jenny for years. He was married and ten years her senior, so he'd never even considered acting on it before today. Now he couldn't stop thinking about the things he could do to her.

He approached her office and knocked on her doorframe to get her attention. She swiveled in her chair and he let his eyes roam across her amazing body without reservation, safe in the knowledge that she'd be perfectly comfortable with it. Jenny was tall and slim, cute in a girl-next-door sort of way with a youthful energy that she somehow managed to maintain into her late twenties. She obviously took pride in her appearance; her large, perky breasts always looked mismatched to her otherwise toned and athletic body. Charles had always wondered if they were real.

"Morning, Jenny!" he said cheerfully. "Got a sec? I've got a few questions."

"Of course," she said courteously. "How can I help you, Charles?"

He sat down and rolled his chair closer to hers so that their knees were touching. He put his hand on her left thigh and moved it slowly up and down, eliciting a grateful smile.

"I was wondering about your tits. They have to be fake, right?"

She laughed good-naturedly. "Nope! A lot of people think that. I guess I just won the genetic lottery."

"I'll say!" Charles said. He reached and grasped one through her professional blouse. "What size are they?"

"I'm a 32C," she told him. "They swell up on my period, though. I've got a couple of D cup underwires for that time of the month."

He nodded, continuing to knead her breast with one hand and rub her thigh with the other. "And now?"

"My last period ended a few days ago, thank God. It was a really rough one - heavy flow and horrible cramps. Did you have any other questions?"

"Oh, is that why you were being such a bitch?" She hadn't been particularly bitchy, but he relished his freedom to insult her.

"Was I? Gosh, I try really hard not to let my irritability show. I'll work on that! Thanks for letting me know."

The conversation ended but he was still groping her. She leaned forward slightly to give him easier access to her chest and he slid his hand under her skirt.

"Oh!" she said as his fingers came into contact with her panties. "That's nice! Thanks, Charles."

"Anytime," he smirked. "So are you currently single?"

She nodded. "I haven't had a serious relationship since college. I think I may be asexual or aromantic, but I'm not sure - I keep thinking maybe I just haven't met the right person yet. Either way, dating doesn't really appeal to me right now. Here, do you want help?"

He was fumbling with the buttons on her top. She reached down and unbuttoned it for him, exposing the creamy skin of her upper chest. Charles brushed her neck with his fingertips, lazily tracing a line down the gentle curve and coming to rest at the top of her bra. He tugged on it lightly and she jiggled enticingly inside it.

"Care to let them breathe?" he asked breathlessly. He was fully erect now, a fact that Jenny clearly noticed but didn't care about at all. She nodded and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra.

"Good idea," she said as she unhooked her garment and tossed it aside. Her nipples were small and dark, the left one standing at attention at the tip of her perky, buoyant breast. "Ahh, that's better. These things are so uncomfortable."

"Glad I could help," he said sympathetically. He tweaked her nipple and she bit her lip, a flush coming to her cheek. "Listen, Jenny, are you aroused right now?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "This has kinda got my motor revving. It's funny, fooling around with some guy from an app on my couch doesn't do anything for me, but here I am getting turned on by my married coworker!"

They shared a laugh and Charles moved his left hand further up her skirt, now fully wriggling his fingers under her panties. She grunted as he made contact with her maidenhead and sweat droplets appeared on her forehead.

"Everything ok?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Yeah," she said huskily. Now both nipples were hard and she was breathing slightly faster. "This is nice..."

"Good," Charles said. "I'm glad you like it. How about this?"

He penetrated her with his digits and her mouth shot open to let out a barely-audible moan. "Yeah," she said timidly. "Real nice. Don't stop."

Charles was happy to follow her instructions, now engulfing her entire breast with one hand while his finger greedily explored her insides. He made rapid circles inside of her and every time his finger brushed against the roof of her interior she squeaked with pleasure. He worked her that way for several minutes until his fingers began to tire.

Jenny noticed him slowly down and asked what was wrong. "My hand is starting to get tired," Charles admitted.

Suddenly Oscar, her officemate, spoke up. Charles was startled; he had almost forgotten Oscar was there. He had just been sitting in the corner, watching them and masturbating - perfectly unremarkable behavior. Charles begrudgingly pulled his fingers out and wheeled around Jenny. Oscar kneeled and flipped up her skirt while Charles pulled the lever to make her seat lean back.

"Wow, you guys are really being - unh - nice today!" Jenny said as Oscar ripped her panties off and Charles reached over her shoulders to massage her flawless tits from above. "I could get used to this."

"And nothing I'm doing seems unusual?" Oscar asked. Typical Oscar, Charles thought. Even doing something as mundane as eating his officemate out he has to make sure he's not drawing too much attention.

"Should it?" Jenny asked. "I don't- oh! I don't think so."

Oscar's tongue had found its way into her while Charles continued to grope her. They once against lapsed into silence, Jenny laying back and enjoying her "ordinary" massage and Oscar shoving his face between her legs as though nothing was amiss. Charles marveled at his newfound power as he pinched, poked, and prodded his coworker's chest. He could get away with anything at all and no one would even care.

His reverie was interrupted when he felt Jenny's pectorals contract under his arms as climax reached her. She groaned loudly and Oscar was met with a faceful of fluids, then she relaxed back into the chair. Oscar wiped his lips and stood.

"Thanks, fellas," she said breathlessly. "That was great."

"We'll have to do it again sometime," Charles said.