Mark trudged into the office on an oddly blustery Friday in late May. After skimming through an endless sea of pointless emails, he turned his eyes to the to-do list on his big board. Right up top was “Confirm Hotel Reservations”. He’d asked Monica to finalize rooms for the conference weeks ago, but still hadn’t heard back.
Even though it was way too early for her to be at work, Mark decided to stroll by her desk on the way to grab coffee. The busty admin assistant had a charming smile that could definitely brighten up this gloomy day. As he made his way down the hall, he noticed the light was on in her cube and heard a squeaky office chair that raised his hopes higher. Maybe Monica would up for a coffee run herself.
She was facing away from her desk as Mark rounded the corner. A strap of her dress had slid off her shoulder and she appeared to be cupping her bare breast with the same arm, cell phone clutched with the other hand. This caused Mark to freeze up and he barely contained his mental gasp. He watched on as she carressed her large pale breast while seeming to enjoy the warm weight of it in her palm, taking a stream of titty selfies. Not prepared for this and knowing he would be incapable of speaking fluently with a throbbing hard on, Mark quietly stepped back down the hall before clearing his throat and returning to Monica’s desk.