Help her with her shirt

I help her with her shirt being treated to a close up view of her cleavage as I help pull her shirt over her head, allowing me to press my chest tight against her impressive rack. As I pull her shirt over her head, while the shirt is still around her arms with her arms trapped over her head our faces are within an inch of each other. We awkwardly stare into each other's eyes for a few second before we snap out of it and finish pulling her stained shirt off.

"Thanks John"

As much as I love to stay pressed up against this girl for the rest of the day I don't want to slack on my first day at my new job. "No problem, it's getting late we should probably head back to work."

Cheryl frowns and steps back and says, "I guess you're right let's go."