Hit on Cheryl

We go to a little sandwich place that's a few miles away and a little bit out of the way. Cheryl insists that we don't eat near work, she says that "someone might see us." I just shrug my shoulders and go along with it.

We get our food and sit down at a both. While we are eating I steer the conversation in a little more personal direction. "I'm lucky to have you as my office neighbor. You look so good in those pants of yours, I'm afraid it's going to be hard."

As I say this Cheryl's eyes bulge and she looks very flustered and says, "What's going to be hard!" As she this knocks over her drink, as she tries to keep her drink from tipping over hits her fork and flings sauce all over her shirt. "Dammit, what a klutz!" Cheryl quickly stands up and starts to pull her outer shirt up over her head. In doing so Cheryl gets her arms stuck in her shirt over her head with her shirt covering her face. Her generous tits are squeezed together and the tight camisole that she has on under her outer shirt does little to hide the deep cleavage now on display. I become hypnotized by the smooth dark skin of her chest on display while she twists and maneuvers trying to free herself. Each motion causes her boobs to jiggle around.

I'm so fixated on watching the motions of her tits as she moves around that I don't notice at first as she begins to ask for help. "John, can you give me a hand here? Oh, I hope I didn't ruin both these shirts, if I got sauce on both of them I will be so mad at myself."