Ray finds some answers.. and Sheena

Ray Parker found himself feeling more like a teen about to ask for a prom date, than a company CEO about to investigate a scandalous intraoffice memo as he headed down the now quiet wing of the building that housed six of his offices. 'Customer Service' was the last of the three on the left hand side of the gray lineoleum-tiled corridor. He rechecked the fly of his slacks and again adjusted the knot of his tie before he made the planned left turn to knock on the closed door.

It was then that he heard the melody of a soft rock ballad waft from the open door of the break room that capped the corridor's end. Out of curiosity, Ray decided to see who might be in there.

Nearing the doorway, he looked first at the middle of the room. He saw the black formica-topped table sat empty with six gray cushioned seats neatly tucked underneath. The far wall was mainly window, a few plants absorbing the sunshine. A glance to his left revealed white cabinets and a black countertop with a microwave and coffeemaker sitting idle on it. Seemed empty. Ray decided to turn off the radio he knew to be on the right side countertop.

Stepping further into the room, Ray saw Sheena was sitting atop the black formica on his right, not far from the radio. The pretty blonde had not yet noticed him, her scissored legs moving to the pop beat as she took another bite from the half-eaten doughnut in her right hand. He softly closed the door behind him and flicked the lock. 'If I'm right, we can have our privacy, if I'm wrong, I'll be able to keep her from running screaming down the hallway 'til I explain.' he thought to himself.

It was when she turned her head to take a sip from the 'Starbucks' paper cup in her left hand that her eyes met his.

"Ray!" she near shouted, smiling a toothsome smile after setting her coffee cup down and dabbing at her perfectly shaped lips self-consciously. "I guess my dirty little secret's out," Sheena admitted with a winsome grin as she readied to take another bite of the creme-filled doughnut.

Ray couldn't help but smile back toothily at his Customer Service rep, taking her admission to be an invitation. He strode the three feet between them quickly.

"I've had these in my mind all they way over here," her boss simply stated, knowing he didn't have the time for preliminaries. He brought his hands up to encircle the outthrust spheres of her breasts. His left hand smoothed over the cashmere softness of the lightweight sweater covering her right tit. His right hand followed suit with her left bra-encased orb, thumbing the already noticable nipple.

"Oh!" the streaked blonde gasped softly, caught offguard by his probing digits. Her right fingers gouged the pastry, causing a dollop of cream to fall onto the tanned inner slope of her right breast, just missing the deep cleavage created by the black lace harness barely hidden beneath her peach-colored sweater.

"Ray, I didn't know you felt this way.." Sheena gasped in a breathy voice as her boss continued to caress her titflesh. She watched as Ray lowered his head, bringing his chin to the vee of her sweater as his tongue pushed out from between his lips.

Ray lapped his tongue gently against the taut silken flesh, picking up the errant drop of filling with one swipe. He savored the taste of the sweet confection he had licked off that enticing valley, swirling his tongue back inside his mouth, letting it dissolve. Not finding resistance, he continued to lap at her cleavage,

"Oh, Ray! Yes! That feels so good!" Sheena wailed, putting aside the remains of her lunch and grasping the short-cropped hair of his head with both hands and pulling him to her bosom.

Ray continued to lap at her tit slopes, his nose buried deep in her cleavage. He inhaled the heady aroma of the perfume she must have applied there. He brought his hands to the delicate beige buttons running down the middle of her sweater and hurriedly undid each, taking care not to ruin her apparel in his haste. It wouldn't look good for the busty young woman to be running out of here that way. 'Well, it would look good, just not proper,' he told himself.

The company president pulled his head from his employee's titties. Saliva had begun to course from his mouth the longer his jaw hung open, leaving Sheena with a shiny, slick cleavage. As he peeled back the tiny leopard print spotted material that still draped over her chest, he could see the black lace in the middle was soaked as well.

"Now, time for the grand unveiling!" Ray smiled as he looked up into Sheena's green eyes. She looked a little flummoxed, not to mention horny as hell.

He found, with little surprise, that the sexy lace undergarment that stood between him and those stiff-nippled titties had a front clasp. Easy access.

As he undid the tiny eyehooks, he spoke to her.

"Not that it matters, but word around the water cooler is that these beauties are implants," he said as he peeled away the sweaty cups to reveal the glorious boobs of Sheena Westin.

Sheena glanced at the room's water cooler by the sink in her corner, imagining her co-workers discussing her attributes. It caused an additional ripple of pleasure to course through her body, aided and abetted by her boss' kneading fingertips.

"Actually, they are, but I'm not ashamed to admit it. I was flat-chested and insecure all through high school. When I made enough of my own money as I worked my way through college, I got them," she smiled as she continued to look down at her boss' massaging fingers. She brought her soft, tiny hands over Ray's larger, busy ones. "Bet you can't tell, can you? I got them put in under the muscle. Don't they feel natural?"she asked as she manuevered the man's hands over the soft, slippery slopes.

Ray had to admit, they felt just right to him. They looked great as well. The release of her bra had caused them to fall nary an inch. A parlor tan had them one nice even tone, the aureoles were little brown buttons with thick nipples telescoping from them. He thought back to the email. They felt just right for a titty-fucking. 'Besides, that isn't really adultery, is it?' he asked himself as he thought of the wife.

Ray uncrossed her black nyloned legs and stepped between them. Sitting had ridden her just-above-the-knee length skirt to mid-thigh. He was sure someone like her didn't have on pantyhose. He pushed up to the counter, separating her legs even more and raising the clingy black knit higher. He was right. The lacy black elastic tops of her translucent hose now shown against her bare tan thighs.

The company president brought his attention back to the brown-capped globes. "Feel right for a titty-fuck, Sheena!" he growled gutturally to the half-dressed twenty-five-year-old, turning his hands on hers and pulling her arms to her sides as he kissed each extended nipple.

"God, Ray!" Sheena said, in awe as she looked at the crescent-shaped bulge in her boss' slacks. "What happened to cause this?" she wondered to him aloud as he pulled her off the counter, bringing her to her knees on the commercial grade carpet.

"As if you don't know, you little tease!" he hissed as he watched her undo his slacks and drop them to the carpet. She yanked on his boxers and pulled them to his shoes as well.

Ray took a moment to pick up his pants and drape them on the counter, still concerned with hiding any evidence of his extracurricular activities. He then turned his attention to the succulent blonde on her knees before him.

"The operation did have one side effect, though, Ray," she told him, looking up from below as she centered his cockstalk in the valley of her cleavage. "My titties are ultra-sensitive now, especially the nipples," she smiled as she pushed together her titmounds.

"You must walk around in a constant state of arousal all day, then," Ray chuckled to his Customer Service rep. He watched the limber miss arch back to glide his cockshaft along her ribcage as she enveloped it with her mams.

Sheena just smiled a sly smile, parting her lips to blow a cool breath across the swollen cockhead that stuck up from her cleavage, mere inches from her pouty mouth.

Ray pistoned through the spit-slick tunnel made from Sheena's titties, knowing he could not hold out long.

"You're just too sexy for words, baby!" Ray groaned to her as he felt the cum churn in his balls. "I'm afraid I can't hold out much longer!"

"That's okay, hon! I really need to get back from my break anyway. My boss is a real dick!" she giggled as she looked down at the well-lubricated cock sluicing through her tits. "Why don't you add some more cream to Sheena's titties!" she asked, grasping his cock at it's base and shucking it, as she allowed her boobs to wobble back into position, free of her grasp.

Mental images of her erotic email came flooding into his brain as his cock spewed creamy white stuff into the air above her titties. He just groaned as he watched it spatter those wondrous titties, just as in his earlier jack-off fantasy.

"Yessss!" Sheena hissed as she through her head back and enjoyed the feel of the hot jizz spraying her tan titglobes.

Ray watched, as his cumstorm subsided, as Sheena rubbed her palms through the mess, creating a cummy glaze all over her chest. She rubbed it into the brown-capped aureoles as she tweaked those sensitive nipples.

"God! Just like that nasty email you sent!" he groaned as he wanked the last dregs from his cockhead.

Ray's statement perked Sheena's ears. She straightened back up and looked at him.

"Email? I didn't send you any messages recently, Ray," the sexy blonde told him with all sincerity.

The company president looked at her disbelievingly, trying to step back into his boxers as he stood there before her.

"But, but you had said I found out your dirty little secret," Ray reminded her, so distraught he could barely manage to get into his dress slacks.

"I meant these, silly!" Sheena answered, now reseated on the counter, her bra and sweater still open, her cum-glazed titmounds still enticing. She held the coffee cup and doughnut in each hand.

"Everybody thinks I'm such a health nut, always working out and eating right and such. But sometimes, I just feel the need to hit the strip mall across the street and grab aTriple Espresso Macchiato and a box of Krispy Kreme goodies, hot and fresh, and just pig out," she said, sipping from the cup. "I got hooked on this in college, all the long hours studying and..well.. I guess you've also heard about my stripping?"

Ray simply nodded to her last question, more concerned about what he had just done with one of his employees.

"I feel like such a fool. Can we keep this between us?" he near-pleaded.

"I think it's already been between us!" Sheena snickered, trying to assuage her boss' fears as she grazed both hands over her sticky tits. "Don't worry, Boss!" the satiated blonde said sincerely as she watched the redressed man leave. She reached to the nearby sink for a washcloth.

Ray Parker headed back up the hallway, shaking his head. 'How could I have been so wrong?' he thought to himself, feeling even more guilty about what he had done, knowing 'the watcher' was still unaccounted for. 'Who else could it possibly be?' he wondered, thinking back over his 'suspect list' as he walked past the final door on his left.