Abby and the ceo - S01 E49

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E49

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

Suddenly aware again of my surrounds, I quickly pulled the blouse off, reached back to unclasp the bra and drop it on the counter. I glanced at the door before lifting my breasts and muttering, "Here we go boys." I slipped the blouse back on, button up to my nipple line, then hiked my skirt up and pulled the thong down and stepped out of it. I stuffed the bra into my purse, considered the thong and had a different thought. stood straight and appraised myself. I rotated my shoulders and saw the freedom my breasts had under the thin, loose material. I then released one more button.

I heard some voices outside and quickly picked up my thong and held it in the hand holding the purse. As the door opened, I leaned forward as though checking my lipstick and noticed the free movement of my breasts, the two women entering did, too.

I walked deliberately through the tables sure to slightly exaggerate my walk in the heels. I was aware of stares from tables as I passed but my attention was on the our table. I had the full attention of all four men as I approached.

I caught the look on Mr. C's face as he mouthed, "WOW". I didn't need to look down, I could feel my breast saying and bouncing with each step as I approached. Mr. Harrison and his sons had been attentive to my looks before but that changed to something approaching lascivious. I stopped at the table near Mr. C so I was facing Mr. Harrison. I leaned over, one hand on the table and the other on Mr. C's shoulder. I had all their attentions.

"I had the impression you were about to propose something before I excused myself," I said loud enough for all of them to hear. I was well aware my position not only caused my breasts to hang within the thin blouse but for the blouse to gap open further as a result. I wasn't sure how much breast they might be able to see, if even the nipples came into view, but was sure they gained significant view of my breasts. I sneaked a glance at Mr. Harrison, then his sons, to find eyes glued to my chest.

Mr. C seemed to have a bemuse tone in his voice when he responded. "We were talking about where we might continue the evening with a few more drinks. What sort of place would you suggest?"

I looked from Mr. C to Mr. Harrison. He seemed to have to force himself through sheer will power to take his eyes from my chest to my face. I stood and stepped around Mr. C to bend over next to Mr. Harrison. While moving, I shifted my thong from against my purse to my other hand. "Put out your hand, sir." He looked at me puzzled but did as I requested. Grasping the skimpy article of clothing by the narrow band at the side, I allowed it to dangle over his hand a moment before dropping it.

His hand closed around the material and for a moment was speechless, his eyes pointed down at his hand. Had I overplayed this? No. Without looking up, he muttered, "It's so wet"

Again, just loud enough for our table to hear, "Yes, sir... and so am I." He looked up at me as if we were the only ones there and waited expectantly, hopefully, for something more. "Might suggest we take some additional drinks in our suite upstairs?"

He nodded numbly and abruptly pushed his chair back from the table. Mr. C signaled for the check as I took Mr. Harrison's arm and we made our way slowly out of the hotel restaurant. We stopped outside the restaurant by the lobby to wait for Mr. C. I found the sons right behind us. Mr. Harrison had recovered by that time and playfully held the thong by the strap as I had so it hung in front of him before handing it to his sons.

"Are you gentlemen in a hurry tonight?" I asked as my fingers undid yet another button of my blouse. There was now only one button remaining before disappearing into my skirt.

One of the sons responded, "We have all the time we ahhh... we need to explore... what you... how we can... achieve mutual satisfaction." I saw Mr. C standing behind them with a big, appreciative smile on his face. I smiled and hooked my arms into his and his father's arms. The effort more fully opened my gaping blouse. At that moment, an older couple was exiting the restaurant. She looked at me with shock and disapproval written over her face. He, however, glanced back several times while moving his wife in front so as not to see him. I winked at him and he looked away quickly, embarrassed at being caught looking.

Once again, I slipped my arms inside those of the two sons as we moved to the bank of elevators. As such, my blouse was again spread open further and my breasts swayed and bouced freely. The two men made no bones about looking, either.

Behind me, I heard a brief conversation between Mr. C and Mr. Harrison: It went something to the effect that he, Mr. Harrison, believed I was his associate by the comments and document reference support I provided. He asked if all this was flirt and tease or real. Mr. C responded that I was indeed a unique woman and he assured that, though I enjoyed flirting and teasing, I also enjoyed following through. How was it Mr. C found such a slut (a slut am 1?) to be his associate? His good fortune, Mr. C responded.