Things Left Behind

Shirley fidgetted her well manicured nails upon the counter listening to the keurig unleash the flavours of her kcup in a steamy froth upon her waiting mug.

As she looked around she sighed as no one seemed to be around for a chat. Shirley tended to chat a lot, like the water processing through the kcup it stirred up the attention she endlessly craved.

As she looked around she noticed an open water bottle left sitting nearby on the counter. With closer inspection she realized it was that odd one Candice had during the meeting.

Gazing at its oddly phallic hour glass shape and it's perforated surface something seemed odd.

She felt her curiosity growing for it, luring her arm out to grab it.

The surface felt warm and bore a silky almost skin like texture. As she lifted it up to gaze at it the last few drops dripped out of the keurig into her cup.

Putting the water bottle back down she grabbed her cup and took a sip. Her French vanilla didn't taste right... Or rather she found it tasted different than normal, better than normal.

As she went to walk away she paused for a moment looking around once more. Oddly it looked like Candice left her water bottle behind. Shirley shrugged picking it up and glancing around for it's oddly missing lid.

She resumed walking back towards her and Candice's desk areas.

She was maybe halfway there when she went to sip on her French vanilla yet again, only to find she had some how inadvertently gulped it all down already.

As she lifted the cup up and gazed at the froth on the bottom with intent, she felt a sudden a warm moistness spreading through the fabric of her top.

"Seriously?!" Shirley gasped, wondering just how it was the water bottle seemed to somehow spill on her top.

Sinking her shoulders with a sigh she was at least grateful for it at least being warm water.

Rerouting discreetly to the washroom Shirley sought out how bad it was, and what to do.

Her chest felt warm and flush all the way there, an oddly pleasant tingling danced across the top of her breasts.

Stepping into the bathroom Shirley gasped as she took in what the water had done.

Shirley had always been one to flaunt her tits, but never had she dared bare them like this!

Shirley had to wonder how, not just her black tank top had turned transparent, but the bra beneath now flaunted the details of her nipples below.

**** to resolve this Shirley put the water bottle and mug down, and began peeling her shirt up over her head.

As the warm moist fabric passed over her face she slowed the shirts removal, she could smell slight hints of whatever it was that enhanced the flavour of her coffee. Her tongue uncontrollably grazed across the fabric embracing what little taste she could get from the wet fabric. It was superb, she thought.

After finally removing the shirt she seemed at a loss for why she had removed it to begin with.

Gazing around the room in a daze it finally clicked when she spied the hand dryer and started running it's hot air across the wet spot to start drying it.

As the dryer hummed Shirley found her mouth feeling parched and her eyes drifting to the bottle.

She tried to think of something else.

Her breasts, still felt flush and tingled pleasurably, a part of her hand found her skin was dry, but increasingly sensitive to touch, in a very pleasant manner.

So pleasant, Shirley had dropped the shirt to the floor to brush her hands across them lightly. She cooed with delight, turning to the mirror and finding herself suddenly liking the now sheer black bra. She didn't even wonder what had happened to it's padding.

She ran her well manicured nails along its edges, she bit her lip as she felt the bra seemingly grope her breasts sending a surge of pleasure through her, complimenting her own light touch.

Her thirst surged back to mind just as she thought to herself, 'I like this'.

Gazing down at the water bottle she took a sip.

A gulp.

A chug.

She stopped for a moment as some streamed down across her chin and trickled down onto her mammoth cleavage. It felt so good, so natural, so desperately needed.

She began to think about how long it had been since she sucked a cock.

Shirley knew she wasn't the most attractive girl. But despite being obese she pursued cute guys confidently, and sometimes even got in bed with them. Still, she felt that she missed out on half the chances she should have had. Oh how she could go for a fuck now.

She licked her lips hungrily, before dancing her tongue arousingly around the lips of the bottle before taking another delightful swig.

What was this stuff? How could Candice not have shared it sooner? Shirley wondered as the door rattled as another girl entered to use the washroom, it startled Shirley back to reality as she scrambled for her now dry shirt.

"I'm so embarrassed, can't believe I spilled water all over my shirt." Shirley awkwardly explained for no reason before starting to put her shirt back on as the new entrant into the washroom disappeared into a stall.

As Shirley pulled her tight shirt down straightening it she smiled, she absolutely loved how the light shined through it, dancing with shadows to make the details of the bra appear as if she was being groped. Much like they felt they were being groped.

She especially loved how her nipples silhouetted through it all. Who cared about dress code, these things need to be seen; Shirley thought.

Taking another sip from the water bottle Shirley left the washroom.