Invitation...

You make it into work just on time, punching your card you walk towards your desk when Cindy stops you, "Hey, John it's Friday night, and it's Super Bowl weekend! We're all going to Paddy O'Brien's for some drinks after work. Wanna come?"

Now, Cindy is a hot chick. She just started a couple months back, fresh out of college. She stood about five feet eight. She has blond hair, and quite possibly the biggest tit's you've ever seen that hadn't been enhanced. She was quite proud of them. Though unlike a lot of big breasted girls, she actually had a talent for graphic design, and didn't get the job through her looks.

You smile at Cindy, who smiles back. "Sorry, something's come up. An old friend from college dropped by last night and we're going to be catching up tonight." You say, your cock stirring at the hoped 'catching up' you were going to be doing.

There's a twinkle in her eyes and you figure she's noticed the twitch in your pants. "Oh, really? Why don't you invite her along?"

"How'd you know it's a her?"

"Are you gay?"

"No!" You say, indignantly. "I mean not that there' anything wrong with that..."

"Good, so I figured that's why your pants kinda bulged out a bit when you mentioned catching up. John, I think you're going to have to, ah, handle that." She says, indicating your crotch. "Get settled in and...meet me in the bathroom." Cindy says with a wink. "Knock thrice so I know it's you." With that she's off and moving towards the bathroom. You follow the swaying of her hips as she does. You notice her glance over her shoulder and sees you watching her ass. She makes a shooing motion, to get you moving.