I knew it wasn't professional. I knew she could complain. I knew I could get in trouble. But what was I supposed to do, not look?

She was practically falling out of the top, had to hold her breasts in place every time she bent over.

I found her generally annoying. Most people at the office did, but she looked so damn good that it was hard to complain, and every morning I had a status meeting with her and her breasts.

Every time she caught me looking I swear she smiled just a little bit, to herself. After all, people dress that way for a reason, and it isn't to avoid attention.

When the project was over she was gone again.

There are many beautiful women in the office to look at but none quite as constantly almost exposed. I enjoyed them all, but I missed her.

Then one day, a month after she'd left, she was back again, standing in the hall, flirting with some other guy, still falling out of her top.

I walked past, hearing him ask what she was doing back. She flashed me a smile as a I passed, as she answered him, as I took two more steps down the hall, "Oh yeah, I come back every few weeks just to see Will."

My girlfriend was waiting outside in the car to take me to lunch for my birthday, possibly to blow me afterwards her head in my lap in the back of the van, vigorously bobbing up and down.

A girl I'd wanted for months and rarely saw was taunting me.

There was only one solution to this dilemma. I'd promised her and myself never to do it again (and for that matter I'd promised my wife not to see my girlfriend again), but what are birthdays for, if not for breaking rules?

Half an hour later I was sitting in the back of my girlfriend's van, her mouth on my cock, her head bobbing up and down, my mind on the other girl's breasts, falling out of her top, looking up at me, inviting me to suck them, to shove my cock between them, and to come.