Slow and uncomfortable

Ashley sighed as She turned the 200th corner of her route, it was quiet and lonely in the facility with the silence being broken only by a odd lab assistant here or a doctor there all rushing to their next projects. A tinge of frustration followed the sigh as the situation at her chest got on her nerves, the coffee had dried just enough to become a thin gel like layer of sugar and no one liked sticky tits, plus having the damp fabric of the polo cling to her body was making it quite form fitting so to speak, She was pretty sure the last lab dude rushing by was staring at her bra lines but She was nearly to the restroom now so while She did make a mental note of the man's face She decided not to press the issue.

After another few minutes Ashley made it inside finding it empty. Breathing a sigh of relief She pushed into a handicap stall and locked it behind her before stripping the sticky shirt off of her body. She looked down at her firm B cups before unclasping her bra. She sighed again as She stared into the mirror, there was an obvious stain from her collarbone down to her belly button where this sugar rich coffee had almost dried leaving her a sticky mess. Slowly Ashley began cupping small amounts of water into her hands and running them in small circles across her torso, washing the sugar away bits at a time, She felt her face grow red as She ran her hands around and in between her tits uttering a small shudder when She reached her light brown nipples that had grown hard in the cold air. Eventually though nearly all the mess had been cleaned from her body including the small amount coating her toned stomach. Afterward Ashley began to run water through her shirt and bra, as far as she was concerned her options were a wet bra and shirt or a wet and sticky bra and shirt so She decided to go with the former. The water She used was warm but by the time She clasped the bra shut the air had sucked all heat from the garment sending a slight shiver down her spine. A slight frown formed on her face too as the bra hung lower than it had before, perhaps all the aggressive ringing she put it through to "dry it" had stretched the fabric. The polo however had the opposite problem and clung tightly to her chest clearly defining her bra lines more than before, but there was nothing else that could really be done and no more time to do it so with a final sigh Ashley left the restroom and continued her patrol.