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Abby was finding it hard to concentrate on her work and she knew the reason why. Jenny.
Even by Jenny's standards, and Abby knew that the older woman's job entailed more dressing up than Abby's own, she was not exactly practically dressed for being in the field, and especially on a building site where there was a danger her pale clothing would get dirty.
The gold high heels, though such were not to Abby's own taste for comfort, admittedly looked very nice. And they enhanced the leg that could be seen. But what was really distracting Abby was the top of Jenny's dress.
Jenny's normal work attire left Abby with no illusions that Jenny had a really nice pair of breasts, and quite a lot bigger than Abby's own. But the top of this dress was tighter fitting, and lower cut, showing off their shape more than normal and some quite impressive cleavage.
Focus, Abby, Abby thought to herself. You're not in uni any longer. Get your mind out of Jenny's cleavage.
That really didn't help, because now Abby was thinking about being in it with more than her mind. Time and again, she found her gaze had strayed to Jenny's breasts, as if she was a teenage boy. Then she looked up and saw Jenny was looking right back at her.
Abby flushed bright red, easily visible on her pale skin, as she realised the other woman had caught Abby ogling her boobs. She winced internally, but all that happened was Jenny flashed a knowing smile as if she understood what Abby was thinking and had no issues with it at all. Jenny winked and Abby turned a brighter red.
Maybe... she's interested? Abby thought. No, don't go down that direction, she's married, or near enough, as Jenny was dressed the way she was thanks to coming from her engagement party.
But she'd rather spend time with us than at her own party with her fiancée... pointed out a small voice at the bottom of her mind.
Abby refused to let herself think through the implications of this all.