Carrie, worried for her boss

"Sir?" Carrie asked before slowly entering the office. "Is everything okay?"

Tom took a deep breath and replied softly. "Everything will be okay, Carrie. Just trying to figure out how to drum up more business."

She nodded. "That sounds stressful, and we had a long day. And you always seem stressed after Miss Billings stops by." She took a step forward. Tom wondered if she normally wore her shirt with the top two buttons undone. With each step, her tits and thighs had a slight but tantalizing jiggle to them.

She bit her lip and giggled. "Please let me to help you relax a little, sir." She asked. Before Tom could react, she was on her knees, rubbing her hands on his thighs and pulling at his belt buckle.

"Carrie, what are you doing?" He asked, a twinge of panic in his voice covering up the surge of excitement growing in his groin.

"I'm worried about you, and I know you need help with how stressed you must be," she said, straightening up and unbuttoning her blouse. The clasp beneath the bow on her bra was straining to hold her now C-cup breasts from exploding out as they spilled over the cups.

"Carrie..." he said, his voice catching in his throat. "We can't. As much as we may want to, we can't. It's not right." It pained him to say it as he imagined the young woman's pillowy lips wrapped around his cock, of himself shooting his thick, potent load down her throat, of it oozing out of her lips and onto her breasts.

"Okay, Sir," she said, disappointment filling her voice. "Let me at least do this?" She asked as she undid the clasp on her bra, her firm, now-more-voluminous breasts jiggling as they fell out. "You can touch them if you want," she said with a laugh.

Tom reached slowly before pausing. "Seeing them is enough for tonight," he said. "They're very good breasts."

"Tits. I prefer calling them tits," she said with a giggle and, thanks to her shaking her chest, a jiggle. "If you're ever stressed, I'll be happy to help you, Sir."

"Th-thank you, Carrie. Now get dressed and go home. I'll see you at closing tomorrow." He started hyperventilating after she left. What had just happened?