Team Building

Whilst most of my naughty experiences involve a photo shoot I do sometimes let my cheeky behaviour bubble up elsewhere. That said it’s rare I ever mix my work life with the fun I enjoy when modelling.

The office I work in is nothing special, there are about 30 of us and we are constantly short of a few hands, especially during the peak summer period. Last year one of the manager’s sons came in to do some temping between his university terms.

I was asked to support his training and he joined the team I work in. He was a quick learner and got to grips with the role in a few weeks. Aside from making a useful contribution it was nice to have someone new in the office, he was not especially handsome but was a keen sportsman, enjoying rugby and cricket. I’d describe him as a bit chunky, but tall so he carried his weight well.

The most fun aspect was the fact he didn’t have a lot of professional working experience, so hadn’t learnt to tone down his behaviour for the work place. This meant plenty of rude jokes, an amusing amount of swearing and lots of stories - essentially what he and his mates would get up on any number of sports tours - I wondered if his university actually expected him to work!

Naturally I enjoyed his less filtered chat, and whilst he would occasionally make me blush most of the time I would find myself reflecting on his naughty antics and wishing I had spent more time with around rugby bars and changing rooms!

At the start of September Rob left the office and was heading back to University. As we often do we went for team drinks on a Friday and a chance to wish him well. It wasn’t anything as formal as a leaving night, but myself and couple of the girls had brought a change of clothes. Ros, a good friend of mine, and I got changed in the disabled loo as we often did for a night out. We chatted away as I slipped on some skinny jeans and a vest top. I needed to change my bra to suit the top and thought nothing of taking it off in front of Ros. On this occasion she smiled and said ‘what Rob would give to be stood here now’. I laughed curiously and she went on to tell me how she noticed he was always glancing at my boobs and had asked her, on two occasions, how happily married she thought I was!

I knew he was a boob man from some of his stories and whilst I’d caught him a few times admiring my crisp white shirt stretched across my chest I didn’t think too much of it - I’ve got used to the fact most men sneak a peak. By contrast Ros’ breasts were small, perky, maybe B cups with ‘perpetually hard nipples’ - as Rob had once mentioned to me. They suited her slender frame and she thought nothing of pulling her thin knitted top over them without a bra on.

We finished our make up and quickly joined the others at the bar. I didn’t think we had been long getting ready but on arrival it felt like we had some catching up to do. The banter was flowing and everyone was in a good mood. As the evening went on colleagues needed to get home and it wasn’t long until Ros and I were the only ladies with Rob and few others. It got to about 10ish and we decided to head to another venue, at which point we lost of the others.

We found a slightly quieter corner of the bar and chatted away over some drinks. The music was louder and Rob kept leaning in a little to so he could here; every now and again his forearm would brush against my breasts. I thought nothing of at first, it’s a consequence of big boobs, but as we chatted away I noticed he started to linger, gently applying a little pressure, almost as if he was trying to judge the weight of my breast.

Far from being offended a turned a little and made no attempt to step away. What made me smile was Ros had started doing the same. She was even more brazen and was clearly pressing her pert nipple against his arm as he casually held his bottle of beer.

The drinks kept flowing and I can’t even recall how we got onto this but all of a sudden we were playing truth or dare. Needless to say it quickly got quite sexual - I never imagined Ros has had as many sex partners as she revealed, nor that her fasted time from first meeting someone to having sex with them was under 30 mins!

My turn again and I choose dare partly so I didn’t end up revealing my record was at least a couple of hours! Rob’s dare was a simple one. I want you to wear the same number of clothes as Ros is. Well it didn’t take much working out what he wanted me to take off... I agreed, he beamed, Ros laughed and they parted a little as if to give me clear passage to the ladies. Now I’m quite accustomed to taking my bra off and in a vest top it’s not especially hard to do. I ushered them back to together a little and with my back to the wall unhooked my bar and slipped the straps over my arms. I reached under my top, paused and then turned to Rob and asked if he would like the pleasure? His eyes nearly popped and he looked at Ros as if seeking her permission. She was already standing in front of me so no one (I think) noticed as he reach under my top and pulled my bra out.

I recall a refreshing feeling as my breasts touched the cooler material of my top and enjoyed watching Rob trying to work out what to do with a large lacy bra in a busy bar. Ros’ turn next and she picked dare. I mused for a while and then said she should let Rob have a proper feel of her boobs as a good bye present. She laughed at me and said only if you do the same. By now Rob had put his drink down and was clapping, clearly very enthusiastic at the prospect. We both agreed that would have to happen outside the bar at the end of the night so we continued playing silly games, telling stories and generally flirting. As we kept drinking we were both unashamedly rubbing our breasts against him, and occasionally each other - much to Rob’s delight. Ros even started rubbing the bulge in his trousers at one point and then allowed the back of her hand to brush past the front of his trousers every minute or so so she could check how excited he was. This caused much fun because when she judged he might be going off the boil she would touch her or my tits, or tell him how our pussies looked so different, hers with a full bush and mine mostly shaved.

Enough teasing and it time to head home. Ros confessed to knowing just the place for Rob’s leaving present, having used it on a previous occasion (she later told me she had given a bj there) so we headed to this quiet area near the castle walls. With one of us on each arm I could tell Rob was loving the admiring looks he was getting as the bars finished up. Inevitably a few comments were made which he loved even more. I suspect my breasts swaying about drew a certain level of attention.

Ros took her top off first, the cooler air and all her dirty chat had made her nipples look like bullets on her cute breasts. Almost speechless this was happening Rob took his time to careless her boobs, until under instruction from Ros he was told to stop being so gentle and give her a good feel. He did, pulling at her nipples until she whimpered slightly in pain and he was playfully slapped away. Now ‘the main event’ as Ros called it.

I didn’t get a chance to lift my top, Rob started playing with my boobs through it, enjoying the softness of my breasts through the material. He lifted one side of my top, exposing one of my tits, his hand cupped me and he felt the weight confessing he had want to feel how heavy I was. Both my tits were out next and he was pushing them together, lifting them and watching them fall. Ros invited him to suck my nipple and he bent over without hesitation. I love having my nipples sucked and I briefly closed my eyes, reopening them Ros was now stood alongside Rob, facing me and leaning slightly over him. It took me a moment to realised she had pulled his cock out and was wanking him off. I just laughed and Ros, smiling, just told Rob to keep sucking.

My nipples were very hard now and he used both his hands squeezing around each of my tits to really push my nipples and as much of me into his mouth. His noises indicated he was enjoying the whole experience. I could tell he was getting close to cumming because his sucking became more energetic. I had also copied Ros and by now had one hand down the front of my trousers playing with my clit. Ros was cursing the fact she had to wank herself with her left hand!

We were wanking frantically, giggling as we did whilst Rob was busy pushing my tits together and trying to get both my nipples in his mouth. Rob finally spunked and Ros was audibly pleased with her achievement, releasing his cream across the floor. She was very close so swapped hands and orgasmed quickly. As she pulled her hand out of her jeans she offered Rob her wet fingers; I wasn’t surprised how eagerly he sucked them, grabbing a further feel of her tits. Well that was enough to tip me over the edge and upon Ros’s encouragement Rob was invited to taste my juices. I slipped my finger deep inside my juicy pussy, rotated it around to ensure it was really wet and carefully withdrew so I didn’t wipe any on my clothes. He sucked it all off, enjoying the taste of me. Conclusion? We are both delicious!

We laughed and joked some more on the way back for a taxi. Rob took every opportunity to touch us up and let us know what a fun night he’d had. I must confess I had thoroughly enjoyed myself and whilst it was a fun goodbye for him I knew Ros and I would have more fun as a result of our less inhibited night out.

I woke up the following day with a slightly sore head and a number of naughty texts from Ros. As I picked up the clothes I’d discarded on my way up to bed I smiled at the obvious splash of spunk over one of my boots and one leg of my jeans.