Lunch deal

Sandra meets Mark outside his office and they walk to the parking lot together. She insists on driving so they get in to her car. As she sits down, she makes sure that her skirt rides up and exposes the top of her stockings. She can tell he is trying hard no to look. They arrive at a local pizza shop and find a corner booth. They decide to split a small pie.

She leans across the table conspiratorially and giving him a good view down her shirt. “I want you to get the contact information for one of my husband’s co-workers that he has a crush on. I know they aren’t fooling around. I just want to reach out to her and chat with her.”

Mark looks dubious. “That should be easy for you to get. I’m sure there is a contact list they have on their website.”

Sandra had thought of that already. “They do, but it is only for the top people.” She bites her bottom lip, “Do you think you can do this for me? Her name is Stephanie”

The pizza comes and they both grab a slice. “Yea, I can. You said you would be willing to pay for this?”

Sandra nods and takes a bite of pizza. She feels a couple drips of grease drip on to her chest and start to slide between her breasts. She tried hard to not let on that she knows it is there. “I’m willing to pay just about any price you set. You would be doing me a huge favor.”

He is transfixed by the drips on her breasts, nodding he agrees.

When they get to the car, she “notices” the drips. She pushes her chest out at Mark. “Can you help me? There are some napkins in the glove box.”