Something that doesn't work, then something that does

While Sam is distracted, I take the opportunity to grab my phone.

It might be fun to get Sam to think that Vanessa is protesting too much: to think that maybe Vanessa is really jealous. Trying to make it look like I'm just quckly checking my messages, I take the opportunity to click Undo shirt button for Vanessa two more times again, to get Vanessa to return to the level of exposure that she was at before she went to the freezer.

Vanessa goes straight to work undoing her buttons. "Jealous!?" She looks to me. I'm sure that she was about to say something a bit insulting, but for one reason or another she seems to think better of it. "No, I don't think of him that way," she says, revealing a plunging valley between her two freely swinging breasts. She moves her fingers to the next button. "We were just saying that it's a shame we didn't get along a bit better, and that maybe we could try to get along a bit better. Have a bit more fun at work."

Wow. With this choice of words, and her unbuttoning her shirt saying it, surely Sam will take this, if not as denial, then possibly as a proposition for a three-way.

But Sam doesn't really react to what Vanessa's doing. Oh crap, I remember, the settings for 'Show Cleavage' and 'Undo shirt button' are for bystanders to be unaware. Oh well.

Sam looks to me, evaluating. "Hm, yes," she says. "We've had a conversation something like that recently, too. Was it... something to do, with you letting him look down your top?"

Vanessa furrows her brow. "What? No. That was me trying to find a way to keep my shirt from rubbing against my nipples." She lifts her top away from her chest and leans forward. "See? Look at them. Going to the freezer definitely didn't help with that." She isn't wrong: her tits hung beautifully, crested by sizeable angry eraser heads.

Sam looks at me with a new sense of bewilderment. I think I'm off the hook for now: what Vanessa is doing is certainly something I'm enjoying, but I expect that to Sam, it's not being done specifically for my benefit. Maybe the three-way is still on the table, but having already drawn out attention to her nipples, carrying on about the freezer is not the best way to proposition two co-workers.

Sam glances down at my crotch to see how I'm enjoying the situation, and reflexively reaches over for a quick feel of how hard I am. After very brief contact, she pulls her hand back like it was burned. Her face goes beet red. I have to suppress a laugh: this is not the time to laugh at Sam's new compulsion! ... Vanessa takes no notice, of this whole exchange, but it takes Sam a while to be confident of that.

Okay, so the whole unbuttoning thing had no impact at all on Sam. But this little episode puts a fun idea in my head. "Okay, Vanessa, you do what you have to do." I slide up to Sam, and brush her bottom as Vanessa repositions herself to kneel on the stool once again, the better to fulfill her urge to let us see down her top. Sam takes the opportunity to cup my swelling erection.

Sam smiles at me slyly, then pulls her hand away as Vanessa gets into position. But I raise one finger to draw Sam's attention, as if to say: Hold on a minute, watch this.

I reach my own hand to cup Sam's left inner thigh. She flinches, standing up very straight as Vanessa looks to us.

Vanessa looks to us. "There, this is a better position for everyone I think. I'm not rubbing so much against my shirt, and you don't have to look at my nipples," she says, gently swaying so that her pendulous breasts sway once more in her shirt.

I gently stroke Sam's inner thigh. Sam makes no movement to stop me, but gives me a sideways glance that screams What are you doing, she'll see us!!

Vanessa takes no notice, and for my part I enjoy looking down Vanessa's top. As before, Vanessa acts essentially innocent, but can't possibly miss the fact that I'm looking into her shirt. Sam fidgets slightly as I stroke her inner thigh, teasing that I will feel further upwards.

"Um," Sam stutters. "Vanessa. What... was it you and Jacob were saying about... having fun together?"

Vanessa shrugs. He breasts wiggle pleasantly with the motion. "Actually, that's about as far as we got, before you came and asked me to go check on the peppers. But you know, just chatting like this is nice, right? Why shouldn't we be able to just relax and talk a bit when things slow down, instead of being all tense with the hurry-up-and-wait?"

"Well, I mean I'm enjoying this," I say, making Sam huff a short laugh at my audacity. "I'd enjoy chatting a bit more like this, and worry less about keeping busy all the time. But maybe we're getting a bit too relaxed right now?" I say, stroking my hand right up Sam's leg to brush against her mons. Sam gasps lightly, more in surprise than anything else. I stroke my hand back down, and she and uncounsiously reaches over to cup my erection.

Vanessa frowns at me, oblivious to what I'm doing with Sam, and what Sam is doing with me. "Jacob, don't be such a dweeb. This is just a paycheck, isn't it?"

Sam looks to her, incredulous. "So, the way that Jacob and I are, uh, acting right now, doesn't seem strange to you?"

Vanessa furrows her brow in what looks like mock-confusion, and slowly sways back and forth, as though doing some slightly lewd yoga, with the obvious effects on her free-hanging tits. "What do you mean? I did think that maybe you two were getting friendly, the way that you were hanging out last night and this morning. But right now, you're both just relaxing and talking with me. How wound tight do we have to be, before we see that as being strange?"

Just then Lexie stomps to the counter with a couple of boxes. "Yo, slackers," she growls. She sees me with Vanessa and Sam. "Oh, sorry. Hello Jacob." She looks for a way to regain her composure, and looks at what Vanessa's doing. "What the fuck, Vanessa, you giving everyone a free show?"

Vanessa shrugs. "I don't have any idea what you're all going on about. I'm just trying to keep my nipples from rubbing against my shirt."

Lexie looks to us, wide-eyed, looking for support in her skepticism. "Hm, right 'Nessa, completely and totally reasonable." Sam looks back to Lexie with an expression of barely concealed horror, that she should also be here to see me feeling up her legs. Lexie doesn't seem to notice. I decide to take a slight risk and conspiratorially look wolfishly towards Vanessa's lovely, ample tits. Lexie furrows her brow ever so slightly, and looks back to them as well, raising an eyebrow.

"Um. Anyway, you guys, we've got an order to deliver. Vanessa, do you... think you're good to go?"

"Sure. Maybe it's the air in here making my nipples stiff. At least in my car I can blast the heat." She drops off the stool, giving Lexie a good look for the first time at just how stiff her nipples are. "I need to get this situation under control, somehow." She collects the boxes from Lexie.

Lexie nodded. "You can fucking say that again," Lexie says, still casting shade.

Vanessa smiles, and walks a few paces. Lexie seems to consider a moment, and softens her tone a bit. "Hey 'Nessa ... you be careful out there, alright?"

Vanessa turns to look back. "Look, I know my nips are really hard right now, but it's not like they're concealed weapons. I'm not a danger to society. I'm sure they'll calm down somehow, I'm sorry that I brought them up." She left the shop to the ring of the door chime.

Lexie looks to the both of us. Sam has once again unthinkingly cupped my cock, which is fully erect with the thrill of the situation. I decide to stroke right up to Sam's pussy again, to push my hand between her legs, and then to caresss around her hip to her butt.

"What..." Lexie starts, almost mustering a tone of outrage before reining herself back in, "... was that?" Lexie says calmly, looking to the door, then to the two of us, no apparent recognition of what we are doing registering on her face.