How's The View?

Little Puck showed up early at the office with Octavia Red to hang decorations. A 'Happy Retirement' banner lay across a desk, streamers waited in a box. Octavia climbed the stepladder and the view hit Little Puck hard. Octavia wore only a thin black thong. The thin strip disappeared between her cheeks. Two smooth globes framed it perfectly. Little Puck felt a pulse between her legs. She stayed quiet and tilted her head, hungry for another glimpse. Octavia shifted, tape in hand, and the thong pulled tighter, outlining the puffy lips. The fabric darkened where it touched her. Little Puck stepped closer, pretending to fix the bottom of the banner. Each movement of Octavia’s hips gave a fresh flash of skin. Her pulse hammered. Octavia finally looked down and caught the stare. A slow smile spread across her mouth. She stayed on the rung a moment longer than needed, then slowly widened her stance. The thong slid deeper. Dampness glistened at the center. Little Puck’s face burned. Octavia set the tape aside, stepped down one rung so her skirt hem hovered at eye level, and whispered, 'Want a better look?' Little Puck licked her lips and nodded. Octavia turned, the thong string riding high between her ass cheeks, and let her coworker drink in every detail.