In the days following the two new hires, Jim and Dean, work had mostly gone back to normal for Elizabeth. Jim and Dean had been working in another part of the office, and tended to come in before her like the rest of her coworkers, so she barely ever saw them. She had hoped that at the very least there might be some kind of mixup to her monotonous routine, but it seemed that would not be the case.

It was a Friday afternoon when he boring routine changed as Jim suddenly appeared at her desk. She felt her heart skip as she looked up at him. He had that same warm smile on his handsome face he always did as he greeted her. "Hello, Elizabeth." His voice was smooth, and even toned.

"Hi." She answered, returning his friendly smile.

"I was wondering if you might help me with something?" For the briefest moment his eyes moved from her face, down to her chest, and back. Barely perceptible, but she noticed.

"Uh sure, what do you need?" She asked, trying to avoid blushing.

Jim gestured towards the far end of the office, where his desk was. "Are you any good with outlook?"

Elizabeth stood up and shrugged. "I think so."

The two of them walked back towards his desk, and she glanced down at herself, wondering what it was Jim had looked at. She wasn't wearing anything scandalous. She had on a light blue, flowy, button down, blouse that hung loosely on her. She had left the top button open, but it wasn't low enough to show any cleavage. It was a cute top, but she didn't think it would draw much attention. She liked to avoid that for the most part.

They arrived at his desk a moment later and Jim sat in his chair and gestured towards the monitor. "I was told it would be a good idea to setup different folders-"

"Yeah you definitely need that." Elizabeth interrupted, already knowing what he needed.

"Thanks." Jim laughed. "I was never good with this stuff." He looked almost awkward. It was a crack in his otherwise impervious confidence. She found it cute.

"No problem, I'll show you." She reached over to the mouse and began demonstrating how to do what he needed.

Jim followed along as Elizabeth set everything up for him, and explained where the various emails would end up. As she turned to look at him, seeing if he understood, she caught him looking at her, and not the screen. His eyes darted up to meet hers almost immediately, but she still caught him.

It was then that she realized what she was doing. She had been leaning over, right next to him, and her loose blouse had shifted, and hung lower than it would if she were standing. Jim had a closeup view down her blouse at her ample cleavage. She felt her face flush, and to avoid any further embarassment she stood up slowly, trying to pretend like she hadn't realized.

"Did you get all that?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly

"Oh, yeah. That was very helpful." He smiled broadly. "I got all that. Thanks." He added, emphasizing 'all' as his eyes dipped to her chest again, before he turned back to the computer.

She knew what he meant. He had enjoyed the view. "Great!" She exclaimed, trying to ignore his blatant flirting. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"I certainly will." He looked up at her, smiling confidently, a bit of mischief in his eyes.

With a nod Elizabeth turned to leave. She was blushing, and her heart was pounding as she walked back to her desk. He was so confident, and handsome, and he was not shy at all about enjoying the view she accidentally gave him. It gave her mixed feelings of excitement, and shame, and guilt. But surprisingly she liked it.

Just before turning the corner, Elizabeth glanced back, and sure enough, Jim was watching her. Their eyes met and he winked. Her heart jumped, and she hurried out of sight and back to her desk. She felt nervous, like she was back in highschool and she had just talked to her crush. It was silly, but she wondered if Jim thought she exposed her cleavage on purpose. Would that encourage him to flirt with her more?

Elizabeth took out her phone, and texted her fiancé. "I just accidentally gave this guy a look down my shirt for like five minutes straight."

"How do you accidentally do that?" Tom questioned.

"I was showing him something on the computer and didn't realize lol"

"Those titties are just too big lol"

"You love them."

"So did that guy lol"

"Probably."

"He's gonna be thinking about you later lmao"

Elizabeth paused, and thought about it. She hadn't considered that. Would Jim really be thinking about her later? She felt excited at the though of this gorgeous, confident man thinking about her. "Come on, no he won't." She texted back.

"Are you kidding? No guy could resist thinking about your boobs."

"Not everyone is horny for me like you are." She really did believe that.

"Bullshit. You're hot as fuck. Your body has anime girl proportions lol." Tom had said that to her before, but she never believed him.

"Okay. I have to get back to work."

"Have fun!"

Elizabeth did try to get some more work done, but her mind kept wandering. It's true her breasts had gotten her a lot of attention over the years, but would Jim really be thinking about her later? Would Jim touch himself thinking about her bent over next to him, her breasts almost in his face? The thought of him wanting her was exciting, and she realized she was aroused.

The rest of the day dragged on, and slowly the encounter with Jim faded from Elizabeth's mind. Work continued on like normal, and finally it was time to go home. She packed her things, headed towards the elevator and as she waited for the doors to close, she wondered what she'd have for dinner. That was when Jim stepped onto the elevator with her, and her heart nearly stopped. Normally she's the first to leave, and the rest stay for another hour, so it surprised her that he was leaving early, and she wondered if he was trying to leave with her intentionally.

"Hello again." He smiled warmly down at her.

"Hey." She was nervous.

"Thanks again for the help earlier, I might have to come to you more often." He never took his eyes off her.

She felt so small next to him, and his presence took up the whole elevator. "Oh no problem." She giggled.

"And I'm sure you know this already, but I just have to say, you look fantastic today."

She stared at him blankly, unsure what to think. "What?"

His confident smile never wavered. "You styled your hair different. It looks fantastic."

Elizabeth blushed, and her heart raced, as she looked down at the floor, unable to hold his gaze. She had styled it differently, but only slightly. Tom didnt notice. "Thank you."

The elevator dinged as it came to a stop, and as the doors opened the tension spilled out into the parking garage. Elizabeth felt like she could breath again as she stepped out. She couldn't believe how overpowering Jim's presence actually was.

"Any fun plans for the weekend?" He asked casually as they walked.

She hoped he was parked in the same area as her and not just following her. "Uh no. Not really."

"That's a shame!" He paused. "I'll take you out." He offered so nonchalantly, with that same confident smile.

Elizabeth could only laugh nervously at first. She could feel her face beaming red, and she felt fluttering in her chest. "I think I'm going to be with my fiancé all weekend." She finally answered.

"Oh, well then he should be taking you out." He chuckled, unphased by her reply.

"Well, maybe he will!" She laughed. They were no longer walking, just standing in the middle of the parking garage, facing eachother.

"Good. Beautiful women like you deserve to be taken out." He stepped closer, brushing a stray hair out of her face, and winked.

She felt incredibly attracted to Jim in that moment. "Beautiful?" She asked weakly. Tom had always called her hot and sexy, and complimented her body. It had been a long time since she was called beautiful.

"Beautiful." He replied, but then abruptly stepped back and turned away. "Have a good night Elizabeth."

She stood there a moment as her head swirled with mixed emotions. She didn't know how what to think or how she should feel. All she knew was that she was blushing, her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she was extremely turned on. Jim had some kind of an effect on her she couldn't quite understand. She had been hit on by a lot of guys over the years and everytime she was flattered, but she never felt like this. She tried to put it out of her mind, and headed home.

The ride home was a nightmare, as usual on a Friday evening, and she got home later than usual. She burst through the door, full of frustrations at the traffic, and how turned on she still was. Tom was no where to be seen, though there was a plate of pasta on the table and a glass of wine. She felt a swell of love for Tom in that moment, which only mixed with her arousal and frustration.

Elizabeth found him in his office, on his computer, headset on and deeply focused on his game. She didn't want to disturb him, but she couldn't wait either. She sauntered up to him, and he gave her a smile and a nod but never turned away from the game. He was talking to his friends and making call outs about the game. She wasn't about to ask him to stop playing, but she wasn't going to wait.

Without a word Elizabeth got on her knees and crawled under the desk. Tom stuttered his next call out, as he was now obviously distracted. She began undoing his pants, and he didn't stop her. He continued playing as she took his semi erect penis from his pants and began stroking him. With her other hand she began unbuttoning her blouse, and that got his attention. Tom watched as she shrugged the loose garment off her shoulders giving him a view of her full breasts, barely restrained by her lacey blue bra.

He was about to say something, but Elizabeth held her finger to her lips to quiet him. "Play your game." She whispered, before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of his dick.

He fought back a moan and continued playing, and as she looked up at him she decided she was going to give him an amazing blowjob. Tom was so good to her, so kind, caring, and thoughtful. She felt bad that the attention of another man had made her feel so aroused, even if Tom didnt care and understood.

Elizabeth didn't care if she drained him completely and left him unable to satisfy her after. In that moment, on her knees, under his desk, she only cared about giving Tom and unforgettable experience. She had to show her love for him by servicing him to completion, and so she began.

With one hand cradling his balls, and the other massaging his shaft, she bobbed her head on him ferociously, sucking hard, squeezing him with her lips, and caressing him with her tongue. Tom couldn't hold on, and he tossed his headset off, threw his head back and groaned uncontrollably. He held her hair, and gripped his arm rest, trying to withstand the onslaught of her hungry mouth.

His moans and exclamations only drove her desire to please higher, and her need to satisfy him was overwhelming. She went harder, took him deeper, and bobbed her head faster and faster. He couldn't last, and with a loud moan he announced he was going to cum. She could feel it, and taste the surge of precum. It was happening, and in that moment she decided to give him a real treat.

Just as he was about to explode she lifted off his cock and stroked him furiously, twisting her hand around the head with each stroke. She lowered herself, and aimed the tip at her face and open mouth, looking up at him with insatiable lust. She wanted it all over her face, and Tom gave it to her.

"FUCK! LIZ!" He roared as the torrent of cum surged from his cock.

It splashed onto her face in thick bursts, and Elizabeth didn't even flinch. She wanted it all and relished the feeling of it coating her. It landed in her hair, on her nose and lips, it splashed on her cheeks, and the rest landed on her heaving breasts. All the while she stroked him and drained every last drop from him.

When it was over she felt so amazing, and sexy, and that feeling of guilt had faded away. She had done a good job pleasing the man who cares for her so much, and that filled her with pride.

"Was that good baby?" She asked while scooping cum off her face with her finger, and licking it clean.

"God damn, Liz." Tom sighed, out of breath. "I love how slutty that was."

She feigned mock offense. "I'm not a slut!"

"You're scooping my cum off your face. You're a slut." He laughed.

She licked a bit more off her fingers and giggled. "Is that such a bad thing?"

"Fuck no." He laughed. "That was so fucking hot. You're not usually into that."

"You're welcome." She laughed as she climbed out from under the desk.

"So I guess that guy getting to see down your shirt got you all worked up." He teased.

Elizabeth shot him a scowl and lighlty slapped his arm. "That was an accident."

"I know." He laughed, and pulled her into a hug on his lap, unbothered by his cum still on her face and chest. "I told you I don't care if you like guys flirting with you."

She was glad he hugged her. It made her feel safe and warm. She was comfortable enough that she thought about what Jim said about taking her out, and was about to tell Tom. She had another idea though. "Tom, take me out this weekend."

"What?"

"Take me out. Take me to a nice restaurant in the city and for drinks. Take me back to a hotel and fuck me all night." She just blurted it out, but it sounded like a good time to her.

"Where did this come from?"

"We haven't gone out in forever." She pouted.

"Well I can certainly get on board with fucking you all night." He teased, squeezing her tight. "Sure, let's do it."

"Yay!" She cheered, and kissed him hard, neither caring about the last bits of cum on her face. "I'm gonna go clean up and eat."

"You didn't eat?!" Tom laughed.

"No. I wanted to suck your cock." She winked, and scurried off to the bathroom, before he could respond.

Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked a little slutty with her fiancé's cum smeared across her face and in her hair, but she also looked hot. Though after realizing it was in her hair she decided on a shower rather than just washing her face. She unceremoniously stripped, turned on the water and climbed in.

As the hot water cascaded down her body she felt the stress and frustration of her drive home melt away. A few deep breaths and she relaxed her whole body and enjoyed the heat of the water. As Elizabeth began to clean herself she realized just how sensitive she still was. Her arousal hadn't faded at all, and she couldn't help but reach between her legs.

Her breath hitched as she teased herself with gentle fingers. Her thoughts drifted as she pleasured herself, back to the blowjob she just gave, then without warning she thought of Jim. She thought of how he towered over her in the elevator and parking lot, how he had flattered her, and how he had an eyefull of her cleavage. She imagined how easily he could have made a move on her, and she imagined how she wouldn't have been able to resist.

She was leaning against the shower wall, her fingers massaging her clit as her fantasy continued. Elizabeth bit her lip to avoid moaning as her imagination went wild. She wondered what Jim's body would look like, and what his cock would be like. She imagined it was big, and thick. She fantasized about him taking her in the parkinglot. He'd put her on her knees and push his big cock in her mouth and she'd suck it eagerly.

Elizabeth couldn't believe, even in her fantasy, that her mouth would be enough for Jim, like it is for Tom. Jim would want more, and as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm in the shower, she imagined him bending her over the hood of her car, pushing up her skirt, and fucking her. She couldn't hold back, and her body shook as she brought herself to orgasm, imagining her hot coworker fucking her hard from behind.

Elizabeth's legs gave out and she sank to the floor, hot water pouring over her shaking body. She smiled to herself as she caught her breath, and recovered. It felt amazing. She didn't masturbate often, as she would much prefer to have sex, but she couldn't deny how good that felt. She didn't feel any guilt for her fantasy that time either.

Elizabeth finished up her shower, and realized she was actually starving. She quickly dried herself, threw on a big sweatshirt and pajama bottoms and hurried to eat the meal that Tom had already reheated for her.

Tom was back on his computer by the time she sat down, so she ate alone. Elizabeth took a sip of wine, and felt more relaxed than she had been in a while. As she ate she thought about the weekend she was going to spend with Tom in the city. She wanted to make it fun and exciting, and decided that she was going to wear her sexiest underwear and the sluttiest outfit she owns. Elizabeth wanted to look and feel sexy for Tom, and have him hard for her the entire weekend.

She smiled to herself as she ate, imagining the look on Tom's face when he sees her dressed like that. Then another intrusive thought interrupted her, and she imagined Jim's face if she dressed a little less conservatively at work, and her smile got even bigger.