Lucy was not a glamorous girl. She dressed in a very plain manner and her clothes often looked old and well worn. She lived with her husband in a small flat. Lucy's husband didn't sound like the type of guy I would take to. He had never worked a day in his life as he didn't see the point of it. He smoked heavily, tobacco and other substances. He spent his days watching TV and gaming and supposedly looking for a job- Just hard enough to maximise his state benefits, with no real intention of taking one. Everyone who had met him at work functions (only the ones with free booze of course) said they couldn't understand why Lucy stayed with him. I guess she saw some potential in him that others missed. Perhaps he was just really good in bed.
Although not glamorous, Lucy was quite striking. Long straight blonde hair that shone like the sun, and warm smiling face. She was tall - about three inches taller than me, without heels. She had a fairly slim body, but she was the first to admit it was not as slim as it used to be. She said there were bits that wobbled these days. From what I could see there didn't seem too much in the way of wobbly bits - except her lovely big tits of course. I wanted to see those bits wobble. She also had the sexiest feet. I was quite surprised one day that they turned me on when she kicked off her shoes in a meeting. I never knew I could be aroused by feet before that day.
One day I came up the back stairs that led into our large open plan office and one other. Lucy was doing some filing at the cabinets just inside the door. She was bending forward, and I couldn't help but notice that one button on her blouse had popped open and there was a tantalising view of her cleavage there. She straightened up and said Hi as I came in. The view was gone and a few minutes later when she walked past my desk, she had done up the button.
A couple of hours later we were in the small kitchen at the same time making tea or coffee. There was a mug of tea on the work surface that someone had left. Lucy and I were talking about something or other when Greg from the next office darted in and picked up his tea. He was walking out the door when he looked back over his shoulder and said.
"Nice view of your boobs when you were filing earlier Lucy. Thanks for that." then he was gone.
Lucy and I looked at one another. She looked a bit embarrassed.
"Did you see too?" she asked.
"Well, yes. I got a brief glimpse, but don't you worry there wasn't much on display. Greg is full of bullshit."
"Yes. I kept seeing him through the connecting door, dancing about. I wondered what he was doing. Now I know what he was up to, the little perv."
"Greg just likes to shock. Don't worry about him." I said, "He would probably run a mile if you invited him to have a proper look."
"Haha. I'm not about to do that, but yeah, you are probably right." said Lucy. She thought for a moment then continued.
"Look. I have a lot of old clothes, because I can't afford that much, and the buttons, zips and other fasteners are getting loose on some. Please would you quietly tell me if I am showing more than I ought. I'll give you my number so you can text me if you like. That might be better."
"Okay, I'll do that for you. I had better make sure I delete the texts afterwards though. Might be hard to explain to my wife." I said with a smile.
Over the next month or so, I had to text her a couple of times. Once when her skirt zip was gaping open quite a bit at the top, and once when she was suffering from loose buttons again. During that time our friendship grew stronger, and we chatted almost daily.
In the late spring Lucy and a couple of colleagues were invited to do a presentation to an important customer on a project they were working on. I was not involved in this. They worked hard gathering information and preparing their presentation. On the day of the presentation, they were rushing around like mad. Lucy was more smartly dressed than usual. She told me she had looked out her best clothes and borrowed a blouse from her sister. The presentation was set for early afternoon, and they were having IT problems. Lucy was quite stressed by it all. Just before lunch, I noticed one of her wardrobe malfunctions. I texted quickly to say that the fastener on the back of her bra was looking partly disconnected. I saw her read the text and then slip out of the office.
About ten minutes later I got a text from Lucy. It said.
"I need your help. Meet me in the Oversea Sales Director's office. Don't let anyone see you come in." I was puzzled. The Overseas Sales Director was away out of the country. His office would be locked up. Then I remembered that Lucy had a key. She shared his interest in house plants and he trusted her to go in and water his for him.
I wandered along the corridor to his office making sure nobody was around. The door was unlocked, so I went in. Lucy was in there and had clearly been crying.
"Lock the door behind you." she said "I have a serious problem. I need your help. I can trust you not to spread the word, can't I?"
"Of course. I won't tell anyone...whatever it is" I said. Not sure where this was going.
"I would have asked Julia to help, but she is off sick. I don't know any other of the women well enough."
Julia was the only other woman in our office.
"Also, promise you won't laugh too much either." Lucy added.
"Okay, I'll try" I replied.
"The hooks on my bra strap have torn out of the fabric. It is quite old you see."
I stifled a chuckle and did my best to keep a straight face, because I could see how distressing it could be. Today of all days.
"I have a safety pin. Can you try and fix it for me please?"
I was doubtful of success, but I said.
"Yes. I'll have a go."
"Thanks." said Lucy. "I owe you."
With that she started to unbutton her blouse and quickly slipped it off her shoulders. I got a quick glimpse of her lovely boobs wobbling in the loose bra before she turned her back to me. She handed me the pin over her shoulder. It was quite tiny.
"No chance." I said instantly. "It won't be strong enough!"
"Are you saying my boobs are big?" said Lucy regaining some of her sparkle.
"Amply proportioned, is a better term." I replied.
"Ah, is that the politically correct term?"
"Yes. It is. Look, this pin is just not up to the job. You can't risk it. Imagine if it breaks in the middle of your presentation." I said seriously.
"Well, our customers would certainly gain a lasting impression of my talk, but for the wrong reasons. I haven't got another suitable bra at home, and I haven't got the time or money to go out and get a new one. I will just have to take it off and do without one."
"Is that wise? "I asked. Lucy wasn't listening. She pulled off her broken bra and shrugged her blouse back up onto her shoulders. She still had her back to me, but I got some alluring glimpses of her gorgeous boobs. My cock started to stir. It clearly didn't understand or care about Lucy's predicament.
Lucy finished doing up her buttons. She turned to face me.
"How do I look? Honest answer."
I took a couple of steps back to look at her. Lucy stood there in a red silky and slightly sheer blouse. It was a little on the small side for her anyway, so the material was pulled tight across her ample bust. It was one hundred percent obvious that she had no bra on. Her nipples were making little pokies in the fabric and in the bright light the darker skin shade of her areola was visible. I wondered what to say. I just had to be honest.
"Well, you look fantastic, for a sexy date that is; but in all honesty it would be a mistake to stand in front of a room full of people - probably mostly men- dressed like that and give a talk on new product development."
Lucy looked so disappointed.
"What can I do then?" Lucy sad, picking up the offending undergarment, and inspecting the strap. "The hooks are actually fine; the fabric is just falling apart. It is no good asking around for other larger pins there is nothing sound to pin them to."
I moved over and inspected it. Painfully aware of the proximity of Lucy's barely covered tits and my now almost fully erect cock jammed in my trousers. I noticed that Lucy's nipples were becoming more prominent. I wondered about the meaning of that.
"Look." I said, "If you can give me detailed instructions as to size and type, I could go out at lunch to get you one while you finish off your preparation. Just don't leave any decisions for me to make. You can pay me the money back just whenever you can."
"Would you really? That would be great. You are a gem. I can tell you exactly the size and type, because I went for a fitting at the weekend, but my debit card was refused. There should have been money in the account, but I found out later that my husband had just ordered some new game or other that morning. He thought the whole thing was very funny...but you don't need to know about that. Sorry. I can repay you on payday. Maybe sooner if I can borrow some from my dad."
"Payday will be fine Lucy. It is only next week." I replied.
"Okay, now I really owe you. Can you just do your best with this pin so I can function temporarily. I'll only be with Brian and Pete. If it all comes apart Brian will be so focused on work, he will never notice, and Pete is gay anyway."
"Pete, gay? I never knew that!" I said as Lucy turned and undid her blouse again. I was momentarily distracted by this new revelation that I almost failed to peep as much as I could. Almost.
"Yes, I don't think Pete knows completely himself yet, but it is pretty obvious to me. We women know these things. Julia agrees."
Lucy finished settling her boobs into her bra and offered me the straps. I got the wholly inadequate pin into the disintegrating material. I imagined that King Canute must have felt much the same way when he attempted to hold the waves back. I really couldn't see it working for long.
"Okay, that's as good as you will get for now. Try to move as little as possible and don't reach up for anything."
Lucy turned and hugged me, still with her blouse undone. It felt great but the movement caught me by surprise and my cock was momentarily pressed against her as she crushed her boobs against me. She must have noticed my erection."
"Careful." I said "You'll have something burst out!"
Lucy laughed.
"Yours or mine?" she said "Now get yourself up to town and I will text you the details."
She had noticed then. I left her doing up buttons and headed out to the car park. I was a few minutes early for lunch break, but this was an emergency.
By the time I had parked the car, Lucy's text had arrived. I hoped it told me all the shop needed to know. There seemed to be a lot of detail. It wasn't far to the shop she had specified and thankfully they were quiet. I proffered the details to the lady shop assistant, and she confidently went off into the stock room. She quickly returned and pulled the bra out of the box to show me it. She pointed out the features that I didn't really need to know about and showed me how to adjust it. I watched politely but didn't listen too carefully. Lucy would know all about that. The assistant held it up to herself and gave yet more detail on getting the best from the garment. I idly wondered if she actually wore a bra herself. It didn't look like she would need one. Then I felt guilty because that was cruel of me especially as I found her quite attractive anyway. At last, she was ready to take payment. I decided cash was safer. Less explanation required than for an item on our joint credit card.
I was soon heading back to work and quickly found Lucy in the conference room with Pete and Brian. The pin clearly hadn't held, and Lucy walked out with me with her arms clamped by her sides. Soon we were safely in the empty office among the pot plants. The door was locked.
Lucy quickly unbuttoned her blouse. This time she took it right off. Her bra just fell away, and she let it. Giving me an eyeful for an instant before she covered herself with her hands and turned her back on me. Her hands weren't big enough for the job. Mine wouldn't have been either, but I would have liked to try. I considered the fact that Lucy must have flashed her tits deliberately to me. She would have known for sure that her bra would fall away. Again, I wondered the significance of that. Something to ponder later.
I watched from behind as Lucy settled her boobs into the new bra.
"Can you hook the strap together for me?" she asked.
I was sure she was capable, but I wasn't about to argue. I got it neatly done on the third attempt.
"Clearly not something you are used to doing then?" asked Lucy.
"Haha, no. I am more used to getting them undone." I replied. Lucy just giggled. She was clearly feeling more confident now that the afternoon would not be a disaster.
"Help me adjust the shoulder straps please. They are a bit fiddly. The lady showed me, but I figured I would have time to experiment, so I didn't listen."
"Ah. She showed me too, but I didn't listen because I didn't think I would need to know." I replied. Lucy turned to face me. The straps were clearly way too loose.
"You can see what you are doing better than me." said Lucy.
"Hmm. Not too sure about that. There are a couple of distractions in my peripheral vision," I said. Lucy laughed again. She seemed quite comfortable with me fiddling with the shoulder straps. Something else to ponder later.
Sooner than I would have liked I worked out the adjustment of the straps and soon Lucy was satisfied that she was suitably constrained.
"Thank you so much. "She said as she put her blouse back on "You will get your reward in heaven."
"I'm not likely to be going there any time soon with the thoughts I have just been having." I said. Straight away I wondered if I had I gone too far with that joke. However, Lucy just smiled and said.
"Just wait and see."
With that she headed out into the corridor, and I followed.
"Wish me luck" said Lucy "Any chance you could help clear up at five o'clock? Pete and Brian both need to dash off."
"Ok. Good luck, and yes, I can. I am in no hurry tonight."
The afternoon passed uneventfully for me. I spent time thinking about Lucy. It seemed that by adding a few little comments and incidents together with the fact that she had picked me to help, that there could be more than just friendship on her agenda. Then I decided that was wishful thinking and that I had better be very careful as I didn't want to jeopardise our friendship if I was wrong. At five, the office emptied. I wandered along to the conference room. The visitors were still there, but looked like they were getting ready to go. I hung around in the seating area outside. At about ten past, they all filed out, accompanied by our sales staff who would no doubt be entertaining the guests. Soon Pete and Brian dashed off. Lucy came out looking tired but happy.
"Aren't you invited to the hotel or wherever they are going?" I asked.
"Don't be silly. You know we never get to those things." said Lucy. "Come and give me a hand with the stuff instead of sitting there on your bum. Then I might buy you a beer."
"Best offer I have had all day." I said getting up.
We soon had the presentation stuff moved back to our office leaving the conference room clear for further sales talks in the morning.
"Okay, said Lucy, give me a minute to water the plants and then I will take you for your reward."
"Fine, a beer seems like a good thing just now." I replied. Lucy disappeared along to the Sales Director's office, and I tidied a few papers up on my desk. My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text. It was probably nothing important, so I left it. A couple of minutes went by and I wondered how long the watering took.
I remembered the message on my phone. It was from Lucy. I read it as I wove my way between the desks heading for the door. It said:
"Heaven awaits along here. You deserve more than a beer." I wasn't quite sure what to make of it but it seemed interesting.
I checked nobody was about before slipping into the Sales director's office, and quietly locked the door behind me since the keys were on the inside, inviting such an action. It was a large office with a divider along the middle formed of pot plants. Beyond the divider was a little informal meeting area with low seats and a couch around a coffee table. I moved in that direction. Lucy sat on the couch sideways on, showing off her shapely legs in her skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned and slowly slipped it off her shoulders as I came into view
"Ah. Here you are at last. I decided a beer wasn't enough of a reward for you today."
Lucy stood up and turned her back to me.
"Welcome to heaven. Since you worked so hard helping to get this bra on. Perhaps you would enjoy taking it off for me."
"Heaven indeed." I replied. "Hadn't planned on coming so soon, but who cares."
"Oh. I hope you haven't come already." she said cheekily.
I stepped forward to stand just behind Lucy. I could hear her tremulous breathing. She was clearly excited by the situation. My own breathing was probably very similar at that point. This was a situation beyond my experience. I had never done anything like what I knew I was about to do with a friend - not since I got married anyway, and never at work. It was so exciting. I didn't need to think about what I was doing I felt I just needed to act. The thinking would come later.
I unhooked the latch and felt the fabric relax in my fingers. Lucy trembled at my touch as I let go of the back strap and slipped the straps off her shoulders. I looked over Lucy's shoulder as her bra dropped away from her boobs and Lucy shrugged it off her arms.
Lucy turned and faced me. I looked into her eyes for as long as I could. She looked excited and nervous at the same time. Inevitably my gaze slid downwards to look at the wonderful orbs I had uncovered. They were truly magnificent.
"Wow." I said "You look awesome standing there like that. A real treat. Better than any beer."
"Look, I know you are married," said Lucy quietly "But would you go further than just look, here and now if I asked you to?"
I thought about my marriage. It was good, solid and happy, but lacked excitement. Vanilla, I think it would be called. Did I want to risk that for some fun with Lucy. The intellectual part of me, said ‘no', but my wild instinctive, selfish side said ‘yes'.
"Lucy, if you were to ask me that, over a coffee, or maybe even a beer, then, the answer would have to be no. However, since you ask standing topless before me then I would have to say yes." I said.
Lucy smiled wickedly.
"Then it's a good job I got my tits out first then, because I want you badly. I have done for some time. Right now, I want you So badly it hurts. Grab my tits, squeeze them and talk dirty to me, and I will be your slut! Tomorrow I will be the plain good girl in the office as normal."
I was somewhat shocked, but happy to go with the flow. Very happy.
I reached out and placed my palms on Lucy's massive jugs. Lucy shivered, threw her head back and moaned softly.
"Ahh fuck! That feels so fucking good! I can feel my cunt starting to get wet. Suck them! Suck my tits and squeeze them hard! Do it! Do it fucking now and talk dirty to me while you do it!"
I had never heard Lucy swear before. I was shocked! Where was the quiet demure girl I was used to. Gone away it seemed. I decided to play her game. Even though it was a bit alien to me
"I've been wanting to feel your tits for a long time. Now I've got them I'm not gonna let them go easily. Your nipples are gonna get such a sucking that you will beg me to stop."
"Fucking never. I love them sucked hard. I want you to use them as much as you can. I want my tits well and truly sucked and fucked by your hard cock. Cover them in cum for me and make me lick it off! I'm gonna be such a slut for you!" said Lucy in a deep husky voice I had never heard before.
"You fucking little whore! You filthy dirty slut! You lick every drop of sticky cum off until I tell you to stop. Then you can lick my cock and balls clean!"
I was getting into it really easily. I rather surprised myself! Further talk was stopped for the next few minutes as I lost myself in Lucy's awesome boobs. I licked and sucked and nibbled and buried my face between them. Lucy sat down on the sofa and lay back and I followed her without missing a second of contact. I felt Lucy unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my tie off. As soon as it was unbuttoned, I ditched it.
I came up for air after trying to suck as much of one tit into my mouth as possible.
"Fuck! Your nipples are so hot and hard you filthy randy bitch!"
"Squeeze my tits hard and you will feel them get harder! I fucking love my tits squeezed hard.
How could I refuse a request like that. The next few minutes had me molding Lucy's lovely orbs in my hands. Experimenting with the shapes I could make with them. I especially loved clamping my hands around them making her nipples engorged and so hard, then licking them and sucking them. Lucy clearly loved it too.
I felt Lucy's hands opening my trousers and pulling them down. Next, she yanked my underpants down hard letting my cock spring free. That felt so good.
"Fuck! Your cock looks great. Slip it between my tits!" said Lucy. I needed no further encouragement. I shuffled around and got into a better position. Within moments I felt my cock squeezed between Lucy's hot wet tits.
"You really are a little slut! I never would have imagined you liked your tits fucked."
"Fucking right I do." growled Lucy. "Having a guy Cum on my tits is just the best thing ever!"
I was utterly amazed at the transformation that had come over Lucy. Gone was the polite shy plain girl in the office to be replaced by this brazen hussy,
Lucy used her hands to clamp my cock tight in her cleavage while I slowly started to hump away at her tits, my balls bumping deliciously against her bare belly.
My cock slid smoothly in out, lubricated by my own saliva from my earlier vigorous sucking and licking. It felt so good and in increased the pace.
"Fuck them hard. Fuck them fast. Pound them with your big hard ripe cock." implored Lucy.
Of course, I did as I was asked. Who wouldn't? I was starting to get excited and knew it wouldn't be long until Lucy made me cum.
Bumping noises and voices out in the corridor made me stop and listen. Lucy heard it too
"The cleaners are here!" she hissed. "We haven't got long. As soon as they finish vacuuming the corridor, they will come in here."
I was so disappointed.
"We better get dressed." I said more calmly than I felt.
"No!" said Lucy "We can't yet. Finish what we have started. I want your cum!"
I was about to protest about the risk when Lucy started pumping my cock for all she was worth with her hands on her tits. It made a delicious slapping sound, hopefully inaudible to the cleaners due to the noise of the vacuum cleaner.
Lucy bit her bottom lip as her hands moved in a blur and she moaned softly as she did it. This rapid action had the desired effect on me and soon I could feel my spunk stirring at the base of my shaft.
"I'm gonna cum." I whispered.
"Good boy. Cum for slutty Lucy!" she replied
The vacuum cleaner was bumping against the door as I felt my hot spunk surge up my throbbing shaft.
Lucy got her cleavage well lubricated, and some shot out giving her a pearl necklace and a wet chin. She squealed in delight and at that precise moment the vacuum cleaner stopped.
Had the cleaners heard us? I may have cried out too, I'm not entirely sure. We heard voices in the corridor. The cleaners were talking about tonight's boxing match on TV.
"Quick." hissed Lucy. "Get dressed." Now she was in a hurry!
I climbed off her. Grabbed some tissues from a box on the table and wiped my dripping tingling cock, which was still pulsing in the tail end of my orgasm. I yanked up my pants and trousers and grabbed my shirt.
Lucy had used a great handful of tissues on herself and was casting around for her bra.
We heard the jangling of keys and further discussion on boxing. Clearly a difference of opinion between the two cleaners. Both women by the sound of it.
I was buttoning my shirt and Lucy had her bra partly on when we heard a key in the lock. We looked at each other as lucy was struggling into her blouse. We weren't going to make it.
Luck was with us. The key was still in the door on the inside and the cleaners couldn't get theirs in.
"Hang on a moment." I called out. This bought us the time we needed to finish dressing. I grabbed some neatly stacked papers from the desk and spread them out on the table and went to the door. I looked at Lucy and she nodded, as she stuffed damp tissues into her bag.
I opened the door.
"Sorry. We are just sorting some confidential papers. Can you give us a moment?"
The cleaners saw Lucy demurely picking up the papers I had spread out.
"Sure. No bother." said one cleaner. I closed the door.
Lucy and I did a quick check around. Everything looked Ok. I found a big can of air freshener on a cabinet and gave it a long burst. We straightened our clothing one more time and headed out.
"All yours now." I called to the cleaners as we headed out away from them.
"Can you give me a lift home please?" asked Lucy. Her voice and personality back to normal.
"Of course." I said.
In the car we chatted about normal things and not about what we had just done. It wasn't until I drew up outside Lucy's flat a few minutes later that she said.
"I really enjoyed that. Thank you."
"No. Thank you." I replied. "Would you be up for doing something like that again...and maybe more?" I asked.
"Sorry. No." replied Lucy. "We are both married. That was a one-off special treat for us both, a spur of the moment thing. I have some morals you know. I wouldn't want to be responsible for wrecking your marriage. I'm not bothered about mine. It is going down the pan anyway whatever happens."
I could see the sense in that, but I was so disappointed.
"Okay. I understand." I said.
"However, if you and your Kathy were up for a threesome, then I would happily be the third wheel." replied Lucy cheekily. "It has been years since I played with a woman, and I have always wanted to have a MFF threesome."
I considered this for about a second.
"That is never going to happen." I said.
"Have you asked her?" replied Lucy. "More women than you think would jump at the chance."
"Er, No. I haven't. It has never come up in discussion."
"Ask her." said Lucy. "See you tomorrow."
I didn't get to talk to Lucy much the following day and then I didn't see her for about a week. I was at an exhibition and then Lucy had a few days holiday.
When we finally did meet up in the kitchen Lucy simply said.
"Did you ask her?"
I knew exactly what she meant.
"No. Sorry, I haven't. There just hasn't been an opportunity for that sort of discussion."
"Thats a shame." replied Lucy. "It would be so much fun."
I felt guilty. Lucy was obviously keen on the idea. I was certain my wife would say no and I wondered about just telling that to Lucy next time, without bothering with the conversation.
"Look. I have been thinking about it. I think I can help." said Lucy
"How?" I asked.
"Obviously you cannot say out of the blue that you know someone who is interested in a threesome. She would ask sooo many questions about how you know that. I know I would!"
"You are right there." I said.
"All you need do, is find out in general terms and I will find a way to introduce myself as a possibility."
"Sounds good in theory, but I don't know how you will do that. You have only met Kathy a couple of times." I said.
"Leave that bit to me. I can do magic when I need to." said Lucy cryptically.
Over the next couple of days. I pondered what Lucy had said. It did make things easier. Only slightly. However, luck was with me.
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