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I turned to see face in the doorway and immediately covered my wet breasts. He laughed and walked over to his closet pulling out a white t-shirt and tossing it over. He made this big show of covering his eyes as I put the shirt on. The material of the clothes clung to my wet body and I could see in the mirror that the shirt was becoming damp from my hair and body and was easily transparent; my nipples visible and poking through the thin material. From the look on Dave’s face I knew I wasn’t the only one who noticed. He gave me a wolfish grin and jumped on his bed. He grabbed the remote to his tv and put on a random movie. I sat on the other side of the bed and checked my phone for messages. Scott: Hey babe Scott: You there? I put my phone away. I couldn’t ignore him forever but I was afraid to face him. I noticed that Dave kept looking at my breasts. I snapped my fingers at him, “My face is up here you know?” He chuckled, “You know, I’m pretty sure Scott is gonna be upset when he. "How's Geraldine doing on this job?" "Great, she's really intelligent and she'll do well." He thought for a moment, then asked:"Have you touched her breasts, yet?" "No, no way." "Oh... how about her butt?" "No, but I've thought about it!"We both laughed at that. Hell, probably every guy and a few women thought exactly as I did. But on the last day of her training, when very few people were around (just myself and Geraldine, the rest enjoying lunch in the Break Rooms situated away from the work-areas) she was filing paperwork at the desk when she suddenly said she'd heard I'd wanted to touch her butt.Gee, thanks old buddy of mine. But she'd laughed a little when she said it, not unkindly or in a narrow-eyed tone of voice. So I acknowledged that yes, I'd harbored fantasies about touching her that way, that she was an arousing looking female."Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, can't nobody see." She was right about that; we were hidden pretty well behind everything, and no one.
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