About a week after the "why?" conversation with my husband I was assigned a trainee at work. I hated training, I'm not a patient woman and training usually just slowed me down and aggravated me.
Once I met him, I decided I was going to make the best of it because after all he was young and cute. On day one he kind of got on my nerves because he was more interested in checking his phone than paying attention to what I was trying to show him. On day two we had a bit of "come to Jesus" talk and I told him if he wasn't interested in the job, I could let the hiring manager know and he could go on about his life. I think her realized then that I was a no-nonsense woman and decided to take the job seriously.
Once day three we had a much better understanding of each other, and he was showing some promise with the job. I decided to ask him if he wanted to eat lunch with me and we walked across the street to a fast-food restaurant. Lunch went well and we even got to joking around. I had a couple of emails that I had to respond to on my laptop during lunch. As I was finishing up my responses, I looked up and caught my aspiring trainee looking down my top. As I looked up, I think he realized that I had caught him, but I didn't say anything and finished up.
On day four I decided to wear a top that buttoned and see just how interested he might be. In the afternoon we were going to go over some software that the company required all employees to know. Just before we sat down at my desk, I unbuttoned one more button revealing a decent amount of cleavage. As we went over the software on my computer, he was looking over my shoulder. I could see a reflection of his face in my screen, and it didn't take long for him to notice that he could see straight down my top. I think he spent more time looking down my top then he did at the screen. To be honest it was getting to me just having a 20-year-old looking down my top. I had an exhibitionist side that had been buried for a number of years, and this was bringing out feeling I hadn't had in a very long time.
Day five, Friday, rolled around and I had something in mind but wasn't sure if I had the guts to go through with it. I took my time with what we had to get through for the end of week one because I want to make it so that we were the last ones in the building. I wore a top that was fitted but had a high neckline. Maybe he might have thought that his luck had run out. Most usually left the building around 5pm so I kept going and as 5:30 came and went. At almost 6pm my boss stopped by my office to say that she was leaving, and I was the last one in the building so I would need to lock up when we finished. After just a few more minutes, I sent Ryan down to the break room so that he could get his coat and told him to meet me back at my office and we would head out.
My heart was beating 100 mph, and I was scared to death but at the same time I wanted to do this. I was fortunate enough to have a private bathroom off my office. I was meeting my husband for dinner when I left so I went into the bathroom to change tops. I left the door open because I wanted Ryan to "accidently" catch me changing. I took my top off and thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground. I could see the doorway in the mirror and would be able to see when Ryan returned. I grabbed my brush from my purse and brushed out my hair to stall for time. Just then I saw Ryans shadow across the bathroom wall and then him in the mirror. I turned just slightly sideways so that he would be able to get a side view of my boobs. I think he was in as much shock as I was that I was actually doing this.
I finished brushing out my hair then grabbed my clean top and slid it on without my bra. I picked up my bra and put it into my purse and walked out to my office. I asked Ryan if he was ready to go and we walked toward the door. I could tell that my nipples were going to be easy to see through my top, but I had just shown him everything, so I just went with it and walked to my car.
My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet, I just flashed a guy I had only known for a week and was about to go meet my husband for dinner.