Ask about Sara

We go to a little sandwich place that's a few miles away and a little bit out of the way. Cheryl insists that we don't eat near work, she says that "someone might see us." I just shrug my shoulders and go along with it.

We get our food and sit down at a both. While we are eating I bring up my interactions with Sara. "What do you think about that Sara girl? She sure seems to come on a little strong."

For some reason this really gets Cheryl all worked up, "Why do people always have to talk about Sara! I just want a break from it! What's the point in trying to avoid her! I just wish she would go away!" With that she pounds the table, accidentally hitting her fork and flinging sauce all over her shirt. "Dammit, what a klutz!" Cheryl quickly stands up and starts to pull her outer shirt up over her head. In doing so Cheryl gets her arms stuck in her shirt over her head with her shirt covering her face. Her generous tits are squeezed together and the tight camisole that she has on under her outer shirt does little to hide the deep cleavage now on display. I become hypnotized by the smooth dark skin of her chest on display while she twists and maneuvers trying to free herself. Each motion causes her boobs to jiggle around.

I'm so fixated on watching the motions of her tits as she moves around that I don't notice at first as she begins to ask for help. "John, can you give me a hand here? Oh, I hope I didn't ruin both these shirts, if I got sauce on both of them I will be so mad at myself."