Veronica was dangerous. Very dangerous, in fact. She was dangerous to my career and my sanity, and very likely to much more than that. Still, since I can resist anything except temptation, it was an everyday battle just being around her.

Veronica was a part of a student work program where she attended class half a day and worked half a day. She was a seventeen year old junior. She was Hispanic, with long, dark hair and dark eyes. She was tall, yet had a petite build. It was a difficult situation for me in many ways. First, she was underage. Second, while strictly speaking, she didn't work for me, she did handle a lot of tasks for me and worked with me a lot, so technically speaking I suppose I was a lead person to her. An ideal setting for sexual harassment suit and a statutory charge to boot. Not exactly an ideal situation.

That being the case, I contented myself to look, and she provided opportunities for that frequently. She seemed to favor scoop necked tops, and since she was shorter than me, anytime I came up behind her I was almost guaranteed a down the top look at her bra. Occasionally I even managed a panty shot, but those were harder to come by. Over time, I detected (or at least I thought I did) an interest on her part toward me, but it was not definite enough to act on, at least under the circumstances.

Eventually there came a week when there was a lot of departmental travel going on, and it was only she and I there for the entire week. We both knew about it for some time in advance. When she came in on that Monday, I sent her to do some data entry on a computer in the file room. It was about an hour later before I went to check on her. I knew that the top she was wearing that day was good for an easy down the shirt shot, so I went to get it. I walked up behind her as she was typing away and stood just behind her left shoulder. She didn't hear me come up at first, and just kept typing. I glanced down and was surprised to see that she had not worn a bra that day. The first time I had ever noticed her not wearing one.

I had a clear, straight look at her left tit, and I looked. It was about a handful. Far more than you could fit into your palm. The nipple was dark brown and stood out nicely. I had the impression that it always was out like that. By this time, she had noticed I was there, so I talked to her about the work she was doing. She swiveled her chair so that she was facing me, and even though she was answering me about her work, her gaze was locked on my crotch. It was exactly at mouth level for her if she leaned forward slightly, and since I was in a state of arousal, there was a very visible bulge. Her eyes were glued to it. She leaned forward ever so slightly, moving closer to my crotch. As she did, her top gaped open, this time giving me a full shot of both her tits. Her nipples were noticeably harder than they were before. I cut short our conversation and left. I had to. This was getting too dangerous.

The next day it got worse. She wore a loose top again, and I could tell without even a down the shirt shot that she had on no bra. She had on a loose fitting skirt that was about mid-thigh length. The work I had for her to do was in Laura's area, so I put her there. It was about eight feet away from me, and I had a clear view into the cubical. We both worked away for a while, until she turned her chair to face me and asked a question about what she was doing. I looked her direction and had a clean view directly up her skirt. She had on panties, but they left little to the imagination. This was more than coincidence, but it could still just be a tease. I needed to act on it in some manner, but it had to be in a way that would give me an out if I was misreading things.

She had told me once when I had ridden the bike to work that she had never been on a motorcycle, and I half-heartedly told her I would take her for a ride some day. This was when she had first come to work there, and I hadn't really taken any real notice of her yet. At the time, I had said it not meaning it, but it did give me something of an option to get her away from work. I needed more than that, though. That afternoon I gave her quite a bit of work to do, and told her that if she finished it all before noon the next day I would take her to lunch. The work I had given her would not take anywhere near that long.

That evening, I started making preparations. I went to the Liquor store and got a large bottle of Cold Duck, which I put in the cooler on the bike and packed with ice the next morning. I also called in an order to the local Deli for a lunch pack to pick up on the way to work the next morning. I rode the bike to work the next morning, and didn't see Veronica until almost lunchtime due to some meetings I had to attend. It was shortly after eleven when I got back to the office and saw Veronica for the first time that day. She had on her usual scoop neck top and appeared to have on no bra. She had on a mid thigh length skirt, which is something I had really not even considered until now. I hadn't thought that she might not be dressed to go on the bike. A slip up on my part, but it could be a major one and blow the whole plan. She told me that she had finished all the work. I told her that I had forgotten and ridden the bike to work that day, and that I needed to make a trip home and change vehicles since she was in a skirt. She said not to bother, because she wanted to go for a motorcycle ride anyway, and she could do it in a skirt. I said okay.......(cont)