Lisa was about to leave, but before she could, Katie stood up from her desk. "Lisa, wait."
The attractive, yet conservative, woman turned around. "Yes?"
Katie walked around her desk and approached her employee. When she reached her, she closed the office door to give them some privacy.
Lisa grew worried, thinking that she might have been in trouble. The thing was, she was. But not in the way she thought.
Katie ran her finger across Lisa's cheek. "You're so beautiful," she whispered. "I wonder ..."
Lisa didn't know how to react. What exactly was Mrs. Bennet doing? And then it hit her. A sensation she had never felt before. Suddenly, for some reason, she wanted to touch herself. But not just anywhere. She wanted to touch her breasts. And more than anything, she wanted someone else to touch her breasts. Maybe even her boss.
"Could you ... uh ..." Lisa began, feeling embarrassed that she was even thinking of asking Mrs. Bennet something like this. "Touch me," she barely whispered. "Here," she continued, pointing towards her chest.
"Only if you remove your blouse," Katie whispered in her ear.
Lisa didn't even hesitate. Part of her wondered why she was doing this. It was so obviously wrong. But she wanted to do it so badly. To feel another person's hands on her breasts was such a turn-on, especially if that other person was a woman. She stopped for a brief second. Wait a second, she thought. I'm not a lesbian. I hate all that ...
Those thoughts all went away as soon as her boss helped her take off her blouse and her bra and began to fondle her wondrous orbs of flesh.
Katie smiled at Lisa. Upon taking off her bra, she saw that Lisa was indeed a C-cup. And her breasts were magnificent. Young, soft and firm. Just the way Katie liked them.
Lisa moaned as Katie continued to fondle her.
