No, it would be obvious you knew.

I had to just be cool and act normal, and it would be easy not to draw attention to my nipples peeking out at him, or to the fact that he obviously saw them. I just had to lean in, right?

"Sure, let me see..." I said, casually bending over, resting my elbows on his desk as Kelli's dress strained almost as much as Joe's eyes. High risk, high reward: I made it to the desk safe and sound, and glanced at the figures he was talking about. These were the real meet of the report, so I had a lot of depth on this piece.

"So, uh..." He muttered, noticeably eyeing my barely-contained chest. "Here, let me turn it over for you..." He spun the report, pulling it toward him as he did. I knew those numbers by heart at this point, but I instinctively pressed forward to follow them as they slid away from me.

And, with a deafeningly soft shuffle of cloth, the dress slipped down and my breasts slipped free. The jiggled there, hanging over Joe's desk for an instant as panic shot down my spine. I popped upright, dragging the top of the dress back into place, realizing in the movement of that overreaction that I'd pulled much, much too far, baring myself almost up to my belly button.

With Joe grinning at my smooth pussy lips, I spun, desperately tugging the back of the dress down over my bare ass while trying to keep it from slipping back off my breasts as I scurried out of his office.

Fuck.