Grant was watching a couple other people work on a computer. Megan was one of them. The building they met in was always warm, especially during the winter. Everyone in the club respected Megan, especially enough to not ogle her during meetings, at least. Though you couldn't help yourself at this moment, you watched as Megan leaned across the table to grab a cable, her pen getting pressed under her boobs. You breathed a little heavier as she sat back up, and her pen was gone. She reached for her pen but grabbed nothing. Looking down, she was confused. She looked around for a little then blushed. She glanced around, your eyes looking away before she looked towards you, your eyes darted back as she pulled her pen out from under her boob.
Later than evening, you imagined if she put that pen back between her boobs, squeezing them together, making that pen disappear between the fleshy orbs. You kept imagining, now she stood and came over to you and knelt between your legs, her breasts resting on your lap. She rubbed them against your crotch, letting your cock harden in your shorts, the few layers of cloth the only thing stopping her tits from being around your shaft. She quickly stripped your cock and her top, letting her soft flesh slide against your hard cock.
You blast your load in your room, cleaning up before going to sleep.
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