A Clumsy Bump (Patreon)

You had no idea anyone else would be here so late at night. It was half surprise and half absolute terror when you bumped into your colleague while rounding the corner. It felt as though someone swung two firm, warm, pillows into your chest.

The sound of a thud and papers going flying indicate it wasn't quite the same feeling for the recipient. On the floor you recognize the woman as the ditzy receptionist everyone always flirted with (for good reason, too). Her jacket was popped open from the force of the fall revealing pumpkin sized breasts slipping out of their lacy bra. Milk lightly sprayed from the wobbling orbs.

The receptionist was busy rubbing her head to ease the pain, completely oblivious to how much it made her tits shake. When she finally managed some composure, she spoke.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I had no idea any one was even here." She still hasn't noticed her exposed bosom.

Seizing the opportunity, you reach out your hand to help her up.

"Me neither. So, what keeps you here so late?"