It happened as she was getting into the van. I don't know how it happened. I'm sure it was an accident. Something caught, something snagged, and she didn't notice.

But as she got in, her shirt, my favorite shirt, as it has these very easy to undo snaps from top to bottom, pulled open. She didn't realize and I was too wonderfully horrified to say anything as she heard a sound behind her and turned around to look.

My coworker, coming up behind her, had the best view of all.

I've seen her naked many times, in many compromising positions, but I envy him that view, of her, standing proud, tall, and tan in the doorway of her dark green van, in her flipflops, and her tight denim skirt, with her shirt, her accidental shirt, blowing in the breeze like her long dark hair and her breasts, her magnificent breasts with the long hard nipples begging to be sucked, bared to the world for all, all but me, to see.

Even as I sucked them, those tasty nipples, later that lunch after she'd climbed back into the van, smiled me a rueful smile and buttoned herself up, even then I pictured what she must have looked like to him, the connoisseur of all things women, the office ladies' man, him as he stood there with his jaw half dropped in the office parking lot.