My Office Colleague - Part 4

My Office Colleague - Part 4
By ssc
Taken from here

Our project is finally completed and Vivian, our busty marketing executive, treated the team to drinks as thanks for our help. Our team consists of 5 guys, and she is the only girl to be drinking with us. I think we have really built up quite a rapport and trust over the last few weeks, because she got quite drunk and had to be sent home. After the visual feast she gave us, it took a lot of self-control on our part to not take advantage of her.

She wore a tube and pants that night, and we got a pretty good view because her jacket was off. Her tube looks a bit strained by her 34D melons and left the base of her cleavage exposed, that Y-shaped cleft I love to see. Everyone was in a celebratory mood, jokes and beer flowed unceasingly. She had always been one to laugh loud and hard, and she really laughed herself red in the face tonight. Her twin peaks vibrated with her breathless giggles and throaty laughter, the guys jabbed each other in the ribs and we all took notice of the effect our jokes was having on her. Even the most quiet person on our team tried his best to get her to laugh even more. Perhaps the alcohol helped, because she laughed harder and more often than when she was in the office. She bent over and hugged her sides, her breasts hanging down shaking as she laughed and threatening to spill out. One of the guys discreetly took photos with his handphone.

We played drinking games and she accused us of conspiring to get her drunk. She made me promise to send her home safely, with the rest of the guys as witnesses. If anything happens to her, we all know whose fault it is. None of us took her seriously. She could hold her drink pretty well, but 1 girl against 5 guys does not stand a chance after a whole night of free-flowing beer. Her face, neck and breasts were flushed and red when she's drunk. She was totally wasted by the time we were ready to leave and we had to support her all the way to my car.

I drove with the windows open so that the fresh air can revive her a little. As her designated driver, I drank the least and could still drive safely. Not sure if I will pass the traffic police test, but getting the chance to send her home was worth the risk! My previous girlfriend just could not understand why I found her 36C breasts so attractive. Being an innocent girl, she just could not understand how a man's mind works and was not very turned on by my breast fetish. I had tried my best to explain, but she had never bought into the idea and could never satisfy me fully. There was always the sense that she was holding back. This girl is different. She's even bigger and she is well aware of her charms and knows how to use them. The sexual tension between us was keeping me on edge, wondering how far I can push the boundaries without straining our working relationship. Now that the project is finished, we might be able to bring this to a new level.

Driving to her home on the expressway with her asleep beside me, it was all I could do to keep from reaching out my left hand to grope her breasts. There was literally nobody else who could see what I was doing and she is probably too far gone to feel anything. I was quite against taking advantage of a drunk girl, especially when we are colleagues. She had been teasing me in private about giving me an erection that time we went swimming, but I still wouldn't want to do anything to upset her. By the time we have reached her housing estate however, I was about to lose the mental tug-of-war with my smaller head and reached out my hand. She suddenly started scratching her breasts and digging under the seat belt, scratching at her cleavage. Was she really drunk or is she just a very good actress?

Driving into her rented condo, the security guard looked at me suspiciously but waved me on and did not even bother to take down my identity. I could have raped her while she was drunk for all he cared, so what if he was paid to protect her. I parked the car and tried to wake her. Half asleep, she could not even walk properly, but she was awake enough to tell me her unit number.

She leaned heavily on me as I walked her to the lift, her heavy boobs pressing against my body. My cock almost bursting with the heavenly sensation, I spent more time looking down into her cleavage than looking forward. She slid down when I let go of one hand to press the lift button. In my hurry to catch hold of her, my hand wrapped itself around her body and closed on her breast! I let go in shock and she continued her fall, ending up sitting on the floor. She slapped my leg and complained that I did not hold her properly. Ok, I will hold her more securely now. The sensation was actually more of her bra cup than her breast, now I will make sure I touch the real thing. I grabbed her arm with one arm and one of her breasts with the other, hoisted her to her legs and into the lift. Now I could feel her strapless bra move a little as I pulled her up and her tube shifted up as well. Once she was standing, I smoothed them down again and pulled her tube a bit further down more than it was originally, exposing the black cups of her bra.

In the lift, she pressed her fleshy tits on my chest, leaning on me for support and mumbling some nonsense. She must have been wearing one of those maximisers with very rigid cups. I prefer those soft and lacy bras that would let me feel her firmness and softness. I stroked her back, feeling her bra strap, my fingers stroking their way to her armpit. The door opened on her floor just as I was at where I stopped that time when I put sunblock lotion on her. With a sigh of disappointment, I pushed her away from our hug and supported her so that it will be easier for us to walk, one hand still cupping her breast. I squeezed it another time before we walked out of the lift.

I know that she lives alone and we would not be bothered. If I wanted to remove her top, she might not know. If she throws up, I would have the excuse to strip her tube off and clean her up properly. Especially in her empty apartment, there is much that I can do and get away with, but I dumped her on her bed and left the room before anything happened. I still did not feel good taking too much advantage of her. Getting a free grope is different from deliberately undressing her. And I did not want to risk getting her upset, especially now that we had been getting closer.

She had a few bras hanging on a clothesrack. That's how i knew her size. 34D. I wanted to bring one of them home with me, but I would be the obvious suspect if she realised she lost one. Too obvious. Most of them had rigid cups. Maximisers or pushup bras, I think. Not that she needs them, I think. Already so big and still want to enlarge? One day I will see for myself how big they really are without the support.

Then next morning she came over to ask me if I really did not do anything to her while she was drunk. Of course I did not do anything. I only teased her that she "threw" herself at me and collapsed on me, so I had to support her with my body. She just said, "Orrr... like that only. Good boy, give you a treat next time."

Yeah, next time I will get her to willingly give me the treats I could have gotten last night.