You decide to bend over to retrieve it

You run your hand over the front of your jacket, checking the single button is still secure, and finding this is the case, you decide to risk it and lean forward to pick the pen up. Standing facing the desk and your new boss, you start to lean over, your eyes focused onto the pen that is sitting directly beneath your outstretched hand on the floor.

Inside your jacket you can feel the effects of gravity on your breasts, the large globes straining to escape your bra and pushing against the tightness of your blouse, but you trust your bra to do its job. However, your worry is still this jacket, and as you lean you can sense the front of it falling open, held only just by the single button and you pray that it isn’t giving your new boss a good view straight beneath it and down the top of your blouse, your mind desperately trying to remember if you did the very top button of it up or not this morning when you left home.

It seems like forever before your fingers wrap around the stray pen, and in your head you let out a cheer of success as you take hold of it, ready to begin the ascent upwards again. As you take the offending object into your hand, you finally allow your eyes to shift upwards, now feeling confident that you didn’t just give a semi-erotic show to your new boss. And as you do look up, your eyes are still under the level of the desk, you gasp at the view that you see.

Straight ahead of you, beneath the desk, your new boss, this professional looking man, has his cock out of his trousers, his hand wrapped around it, gently stroking it, and already it is hard!!

Your eyes quickly move above the desk, and you look straight at him, his smile unwavering, either he hasn’t realised you saw this, or he simply doesn’t care.