She placed her hands on her hips and arched her back. 'You don't have to carry them around all day.' My mother and my sisters have all got big ones.' 'Big? Were you going to say.' She placed the papers she was carrying into the feeder tray on the photocopier. To make matters worse I could feel my prick growing. What was I doing? I was standing in my office discussing a perfect strangers tits with her. 'Have you never seen a pair of boobs before?'

I felt them flatten against me then, looking down, watched as they sprang back into shape. We tried to pass through the doorway at the same time and for an instant her tits were squashed against my chest. 'This way please.' I tried to lead her and guide her at the same time whilst looking down the 'V' of her sweater at the two firm looking mounds of flesh on display. If first impressions mean anything this was not a good start. 'Yes, certainly, sorry, I mean, this way.' I scrambled to my feet dragging my eyes from her tits and fighting the urge to reach out and hold one. 'The photocopier,' she prompted, 'can you show me how it works please.' You could clearly see the indentations they made. The material of her pale green 'V' necked sweater was stretched taught across the nipples. I looked at her tits then into her lovely blue eyes then back to her tits. Just about every single man and a few married men in the building had asked her out but, as far as anyone knew, without success. She had only been working for the company a week.

I'd heard that the photocopier in personnel was on the blink and they would be sending somebody up to use ours but I hadn't expected Tracey. I was alone in the accounts department that lunchtime. 'Can you tell me how the photocopier works, please?'

Photocopy tits