Megan, a busty friend of his that shares in a mutual hobby

John was watching a couple other people work on a computer. Megan was one of them. The building they met in was always warm, especially during the winter. Everyone in the club respected Megan, especially enough to not ogle her during meetings, at least. Though John couldn't help himself at this moment, John watched as Megan leaned across the table to grab a cable, her pen getting pressed under her boobs. He breathed a little heavier as she sat back up, and her pen was gone. She reached for her pen but grabbed nothing. Looking down, she was confused. She looked around for a little then blushed. She glanced around, John's eyes looking away before she looked towards him, his eyes darted back as she pulled her pen out from under her boob.

Later than evening, John imagined if she put that pen back between her boobs, squeezing them together, making that pen disappear between the fleshy orbs. He kept imagining, now she stood and came over to him and knelt between his legs, her breasts resting on his lap. She rubbed them against his crotch, letting his cock harden in his shorts, the few layers of cloth the only thing stopping her tits from being around his shaft. She quickly stripped his cock and her top, letting her soft flesh slide against his hard cock.

John blasted his load in his room, cleaning up before going to sleep.